<?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-5729613359889827433</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:39:25.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Doll's World</title><subtitle type='html'>A mini sphere for dollie tantrums.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-8615323995747760631</id><published>2010-03-17T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:27:21.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?! *roll eyes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those payments were love gifts: William Tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Straits Times&lt;br /&gt;Tue, Mar 16, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMINENT paraplegic athlete William Tan Kian Meng claimed that a woman who is suing him for some $400,000 had given him more than half of that, not lent it to him, as they had been in an 'intimate relationship'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details about Dr Tan's relationship with Dr Stephanie Chee Jok Heng, 51, emerged in court when his lawyer cross-examined the woman on the first day of the hearing into her lawsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had even gone on trysts to hotels, claimed Dr Tan. But Dr Chee, a divorcee with three daughters, flatly denied allegations that they had been lovers and insisted that the two had merely had a 'Christian platonic kind of relationship'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Readers comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Why woman give man money and he accept? This man can't earn himself meh?&lt;br /&gt;[my take?: sometimes the man in trouble ma... so the woman offer to help... woman stupid lo...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. William, if you are a real man, please have the dignity to return the lady what she claimed if indeed you have taken the money from her be it a loan or a gift of love since she demanded it. Save us men from such disgrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[my take?: totally agree... useless man...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. If some woman want to give me $200K+ as love gift...makes me a prostitute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[my take?: some men just need help at certain points in their life... does not necessarily consititute to him being a prostitute la... but yeah, point well taken...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. (...a reply to the above comment) Nope, accept it gracefully. However, when for whatever reason it has been demanded and you refused to return it, then yes, you are no different and definitely worse than a prostitute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[my take?: hahaha... that's quite funny... it does make sense though...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... why do i feel familiar with a case like this... seem to have encoutered it before... hmmm... ooops! i remember now... no wonder it is so familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSSHHHOLLLEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-8615323995747760631?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/8615323995747760631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-1245079164134324109</id><published>2010-03-10T23:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:22:01.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S5fGhdwmfzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1vZeOAd2t14/s1600-h/IMGP1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447040552554364722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S5fGhdwmfzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1vZeOAd2t14/s400/IMGP1614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S5fFg2vVKPI/AAAAAAAAAYw/auMHZ9NhA8g/s1600-h/IMGP1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S5e5XRxCcwI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TdZSJ8j4Eek/s1600-h/IMGP1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447026083885118210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S5e5XRxCcwI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TdZSJ8j4Eek/s400/IMGP1706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-1245079164134324109?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/1245079164134324109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=1245079164134324109' title='0 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S5YO4D_1dvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LZ72MXOPZl8/s72-c/Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-413547228098422290</id><published>2010-03-09T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:56:27.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitbit loves fruit loops...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;muimui loves bitbit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;muimui hugs bitbit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;like a bunny toy to her chest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and skips ard the room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hubby uses bit bit as weights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hoping he'll train fats to muscles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;bitbit loves to sniff at my leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and chase at my heels when i walk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hubby and i ran out of biscuits for bitbit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;that's how fruit loops came to the rescue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-413547228098422290?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/413547228098422290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=413547228098422290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/413547228098422290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/413547228098422290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S4OWRWPuV4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/OSaI5xYwAJU/s400/milo_ad.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/5729613359889827433-7661863152135511939?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/7661863152135511939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=7661863152135511939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7661863152135511939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7661863152135511939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S4OWRWPuV4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/OSaI5xYwAJU/s72-c/milo_ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-6815529910023389059</id><published>2010-02-22T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:07:27.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;no one can disappear when you still have technology...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;unless you dun use the technology altogether, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-6815529910023389059?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/6815529910023389059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=6815529910023389059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6815529910023389059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;in a holiday mood though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;what's my CNY gonna be like this year...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-4490033113937651011?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/4490033113937651011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=4490033113937651011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S3PTxHeM5xI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yG6Ran0Kya8/s1600-h/Day+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436922015939094290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S3PTxHeM5xI/AAAAAAAAAXw/yG6Ran0Kya8/s400/Day+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S3PS4PKUiZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/qeFDxulQxv0/s1600-h/Day+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436921038750648722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/S3PS4PKUiZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/qeFDxulQxv0/s400/Day+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-4592184455348727435</id><published>2010-01-22T12:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:26:25.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please advice... (this is going to be damn long...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm stuck with a problem here and I really have no idea how to move forward... there's just this nagging feeling inside me that says why deal with such an asshole... but let me reason with you why i should deal with such an asshole... (tell me if i'm wrong...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid as i may describe myself, i've loaned people money one too many times to know that it really is hard to get it back... at least really not after the heaps of smses or calls... don't you just feel that such people are like cockroaches? irritating to the core... you feel like just stamping on them but they just keep dodging and stamping on them would only result in dirty shoes... yet you still want to stamp on them just cos you can't just leave them running around right? they'll just be there to gnaw at everything they get their little twigs on and irritate the shits out of you again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, i've learnt to attain a level of zen when stamping just isn't successful yet just not zen enough to give up on stamping... so this is when i do ask for other advise on how to successfully rid a cockroach right down to the squishy mash leftovers disinfected with dettol and Dr. Clean or something...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe a suggestion for example cockroach traps that sticks the little brat in its place till it twists its little head off in hunger or cockroach poison of which pests like them would think they've got good food only to bring it home to poison the rest of their little friends and family... it'll be good to suggest a good brand that is tried, tested and guranteed to pass 100% every single time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways back to the topic... so like this particular someone owes me money, for like say about just a little less than a year... first queation you might ask, how much? if not much then forget it lo... yeah okie, it really depends on how you look at it, its $1500.00 (note that the decimal point comes after the first 4-digits)... too much or just a pinch, i've previously decided to forget about it but... (i'll come to this in the later part...) so, this person owes me $1500.00 for like quite some time already... in july 2009, when we were still on talking terms, this person supposedly told me that he would return me the money by the last quarter of 2009... which ultimately just means before 2010 right? so just cos of the years i've known this person, (and how this person use to tell me that he too feels that people who owe me money and dun return are seriously f**ked up), i decided to trust this person and leave it, trusting that this person will have the decency and not be too thick skin to owe me the money for too long...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so aug passed, sept pased, oct passed... you get the drift and dec came... the problem came cos this person and i stopped speaking to each other in aug... but ultimately, i still had trust in this person to return me the money without me having to ask for it... but mid dec came and still no news... so i had no choice, i deliberated hard on whether i should approach this person directly to ask for the money but cos we haven't been talking, its not nice for me to first thing open my mouth to ask for it right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i decided to go through a middle person, this person's colleague... why his colleague you ask? well, cos his colleague also knows this person owes me money... (and this person also owe this colleague money before...) so you see, i never go and blab out to other people about this, only the colleague who already knew about it... so i told the colleague, 'eh... you go hint hint ***** leh... like see if got intention to return the money or not...' so the colleague went to hint hint then came back with the reply that the person said will contact me about it... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i just left it as it is... cos i still trust the person to return what... yeah i'm stupid... but never mind since its not 2010 yet what... still have time... but guess what? like a day after, some very good friend came to tell me... 'eh... go to ***** fb and see. think referring to you lehz...' so curious about what it could be, i decided to go see see look look lo... only to find out that the person who owe me money told people that i was asking him back for money that i apparantly gave... (note: the word is 'gave')... seriously, 'gave'?! and the person of whom the person told the lie to was very sarcastic... (word of advice, dun be saarcastic on stories based on lies, it just makes you look stupid that even you were being lied to...) so i was damn pissed... like disgustingly pissed pissed... you owe me money, i gave you grace period, never chase you and now you backstab me?! $#^&amp;amp;%*%#^ *zen* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so of course, though i'm no saint, i decided not to blow up the matter or do anything about the comment... after a few days, the comment disappeared off the wall... (what does it tell you? huh? huh? guilty? knowing that someone knows that truth behind your blatant lies?) although being no saint, i'm not one who will offer you my other cheek after you've slapped me on one... so i decided to be more aggresive in chasing back for the money... (all i wanted was an answer as to whether or not you will return... if you have no intention to return then tell me.. i'll give it up... but no, you had to backstab me to look suave infront of whoever...) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[i really think there should be like a to-be-continued to this post.. but i thought otherwise.. you just split it up into like an entertainment read for office over the next few days la...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;continued... so after being backstabbed, i decided to msn this person one day in 2010 to ask for it... cos officially the dateline for payback which was 2009 is over... so i started off nice by asking how was life and all.. its all pretence by the way... do i look like i f**king care about your life when you've stabbed me in the back? but polite a person as i was, i still asked after this person, until i decided to go into THE TOPIC... then this person voiced out all disappointments about me... apparantly this person was unhappy that i had to go through other people to get to him lo... so alright... next time i dun go through other people... (this conversation had no conclusion about THE TOPIC)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so the next day i msned the person asking for the money again... no reply... the next day again i msned the person, again no reply... then finally i msned the person again on the third day asking for alternative way to contact... this was my msn msg, 'would you please inform me or give me an answer as to how you intend to go about the situation? As well, you mentioned that you were unhappy that I approached your friends to get to you. then when I approach you directlly, you ignore or avoid or whatever. So please inform how you want me to go about it? then finally the reply came... and i quote, 'sorry, i was out of office. I will not be able to do anything about your 1.5k for now... as i do not have any extra amount lying ard.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so next thing i just asked this person to at least commit to returning me some money as in by instalments... 750 a month or 500 a month... no reply... a day passed...then can you guess what happened next? guess! guess! the person disappeared! like vanished... no longer on msn, no longer on fb... whoa!! happening lehz... alien abduction?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ultimate disappearing act... what can i do... i also not loanshark... splash paint and hang pig head mehz? please someone tell me what to do... if you even have the slightest thought to tell me to forget about getting the money back. SCREW YOU! save your god-like advice for yourself... you wait till someone owe you so much money and still stab you in the back after all the f**king kindness shown then i see how you can forget it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, there are more interesting stories on my stupidity that I would really love to tell... when the time is right... saving the best for last... heh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know i love ya'll...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ummuackz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-4592184455348727435?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/4592184455348727435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=4592184455348727435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4592184455348727435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4592184455348727435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-advice-this-is-going-to-be-damn.html' title='Please advice... (this is going to be damn long...)'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-4254115809389166351</id><published>2010-01-08T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:22:15.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping the 'it' out of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ts almost a week into the new year and this new year really started off quite nicely, what can go wrong with tv marathons and a steamboat dinner with my favourites... i've got new things to look forward to and feel excited about... this year, or should i say, from now on, my life would be about me and my little duchess... i wake up to little stretches every morning, swollen legs, cracked lips and an aching back... but alls well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've started to realise that there are certain things that you can't change... i've decided to give up... even though my perseverance on it hasn't been long... i don't want to care about it, worry about it, fret over it or have anything to do with it... it just makes my frowns deeper, hair whiter, cheeks flabbier and just turns me uglier than i already am... so i've decided to move on... keep the it out of my life and concentrate on pampering myself and my little duchess...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ask my chummies out a little more often, they make me laugh so much... i'm really the silliest looking crap whenever i'm out with them... but it really has always been heaven with them around... nothing else can really beat that... little duchess will be the luckiest duchess to have them as aunties... *reminds myself to bring along ear muffs...* ...fyfyahyi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my constant support of which i thought supposedly should be is no longer a constant support... maybe plays more of a constant disappointing role than ever... a finger pointing support and a lying one doesn't really count as a reliable one... therefore in this new year a newly made resolution is to not bother... probably makes my life a little more miserable but it definitely beats having to fight the disappointment every time and again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, i'm still the usual happy self... no worries to all who think i'm upset and want to comfort me... its nothing huge really... because it really doesn't matter to me anymore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love the ones i love, given up on the rest... ummuackz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-4254115809389166351?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/4254115809389166351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=4254115809389166351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4254115809389166351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4254115809389166351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2010/01/keeping-it-out-of-my-life.html' title='keeping the &apos;it&apos; out of my life...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-5170462279231153703</id><published>2010-01-07T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:13:46.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as it is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;life as it is is weird sometimes. the losses and the gains, the happiness and the pains, the memories and the state of forgets... i have come to realise that women do not actually forgive and forget... women probably do forgive but its tough to forget... and then again if you can't forget, what makes you think you've forgiven? whilst forgiving is an act, forgetting is too an act to be shown out of forgiveness, no? forgiving and forgetting aren't a woman's forte and yet would it be that of men? when pain etches itself into a scar, forgiving and forgetting would be just of speech and nothing more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i'm just being a little emo this morning... having an additional soul within just takes its toll on you somewhat... the random clumsiness, the ever-so-often unbalanced mental states, the slower brain usage, etc... yet advantages do come with the additional bump... the rights and privileges of a queen, the support and concern from a love and the smiles and laughters from my girls... all of whom i'll treasure and appreciate, all of whom i'll love and remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;the occassional dinners, the lovely messages of cheer and joy, the conversations of sharing, the chanting e-mails and the gentle touches of excitements... all these carries along its beams of warmth, its rays of smiles and a hug that's worth everything to me... thanking my pillars of strength, indepted to my pillows of comfort, cherishing my source of happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;to my husband, my family, my chummies, my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-5170462279231153703?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/5170462279231153703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=5170462279231153703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/5170462279231153703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/5170462279231153703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-as-it-is.html' title='life as it is...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-3053485323493622566</id><published>2009-12-31T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:53:04.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate wonderland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Szxk-neYvCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NvLVZmLbc3A/s1600-h/Strawberry+White+Chocolate+-+Rokkatei.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421319078358334498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Szxk-neYvCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NvLVZmLbc3A/s400/Strawberry+White+Chocolate+-+Rokkatei.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you have no idea how in love i am with this chocolate right now...&lt;br /&gt;but sadness befalls all happiness...&lt;br /&gt;its only sold in hokkaido and there's no shipment into sg...&lt;br /&gt;this sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;why was i exposed to such dreams in the first place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;if i can never have a taste of it unless i'm there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;baby, you should know what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you still owe me a trip to japan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;changed my mind... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i no longer want tokyo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for the sake of tasting it again, hokkaido it'll be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-3053485323493622566?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/3053485323493622566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=3053485323493622566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/3053485323493622566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/3053485323493622566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/12/chocolate-wonderland.html' title='chocolate wonderland...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Szxk-neYvCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NvLVZmLbc3A/s72-c/Strawberry+White+Chocolate+-+Rokkatei.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-8864611657518528015</id><published>2009-12-31T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:43:58.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;i've been a little lost in translation for just that little while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;i'm back or rather have been around.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;maybe just forgotten... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;i'm looking forward to little gurgles and burps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;currently just alot of bladder stress and tiny fists...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;loving my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;loving my hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;loving my chummies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;loving chinatown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;loving my him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-8864611657518528015?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/8864611657518528015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=8864611657518528015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8864611657518528015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8864611657518528015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-has-been-awhile.html' title='it has been awhile...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-3741349615472529811</id><published>2009-07-28T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:13:35.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6I0lMZX6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/wEI-R_kVCis/s1600-h/wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363374643163520930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6I0lMZX6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/wEI-R_kVCis/s400/wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-3741349615472529811?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/3741349615472529811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=3741349615472529811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/3741349615472529811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/3741349615472529811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/07/plans.html' title='PLANS...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6I0lMZX6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/wEI-R_kVCis/s72-c/wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-6711701113875585170</id><published>2009-07-14T18:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:12:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BASIC RESPECT</title><content type='html'>I guess it is between friends that there will be a basic respect, a line that you probably should not cross. Being good friends, all the more there are things that one should know better than to do in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first started in the job I was critical of it because I know very well it probably isn't the best path to take. You yourself couldn't agree further. Having said things like the job seems more like a scam, its boring, it doesn't suit you, wanting to quit from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when you started on it, I never once said anything bad about it. It is your own career path. You choose where you want to go, what you want to do. I only encouraged you saying that if you think its right, go ahead with it. Although I did mention, I don't think it would be a suitable future career for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told you my stand on the job and my stand on the service. I don't do the service with a friend basically because I am very sure of what I want and what will happen if it were a friend to be servicing. You know my attitude. I don't even consider giving it to a family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay for a service, a service which requires all-time concentration and very good service. You know fully well my attitude and expectations on any service or in fact anything at all. I will not be able to request that of a friend cos a friend is always someone that I don't want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I am being uptight about something I have a stand on, then I can only say at least I am very clear of what I want and my principles on certain things. I am happy that your boyfriend is good in his job. I am as well glad that he is probably a huge influence or role model to you in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your bf is beside you telling you 'She's just not going to understand.' I do hope that you will respect me as your friend and tell your bf to bring his business elsewhere cos I really don't think how within a short span of a few months from will you be able to go from '... all these are practically scams...' to '...let's seat ourselves down over coffee and talk about it...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I already mentioned, I'm really glad that he is of such great influence in your life. Like I mentioned, I will support you in your career path, if you want to go down the same lane as he does, by all means, go ahead. But please at least show me some basic respect on the principles I stand for instead of just brushing it off as me being uptight about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your BFF...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-6711701113875585170?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/6711701113875585170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=6711701113875585170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6711701113875585170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6711701113875585170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/07/basic-respect.html' title='BASIC RESPECT'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-6204638983272769674</id><published>2009-07-08T01:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:30:51.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On 1 day leave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SlOF31bpHbI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kTnx2MoYfOs/s1600-h/Photo0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SkIA8b0zeJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/IhsGp9BYwH0/s400/justdoit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-4989621126898628583?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/4989621126898628583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=4989621126898628583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4989621126898628583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4989621126898628583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SkIA8b0zeJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/IhsGp9BYwH0/s72-c/justdoit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-2589988771073375195</id><published>2009-06-12T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:03:50.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between Making Love &amp; Having Sex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making love is like cooking. You've got to prepare the ingredients (right settings and mood), cook it well (foreplay) and enjoy the fruits of your labour (making love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is just "eating". Can buy from outside, or pack home to "eat". But ultimately... it's bad for health.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-2589988771073375195?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/2589988771073375195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=2589988771073375195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/2589988771073375195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/2589988771073375195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/06/difference-between-making-love-having.html' title='The difference between Making Love &amp; Having Sex...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-8422225797389971199</id><published>2009-06-12T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:36:39.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER. F**KING. JUDGE ME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has been a long time since I last blogged about anything at all. Guess my blog is probably long forgotten. Whatever. Just wanted to type something cos I'm damn bored at work right now. Not that I'm damn eng then have no work to do. I just am damn tired and have no idea where to start. So I decided that I shall just spend sometime off work to do something that does not kill much of my brain cells. Random typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! People who are my friends on Facebook should already know that I have started a new life with someone new. I know alot of you people out there have a whole load of comments both positive and negative. To my closest darlings, I'm really sorry that you guys got to know it only through Facebook about my decision. Will not happen ever again okie? Try to be happy for me, ya? A handful of you know about my reasoning and my doubts about this decision and i'm glad that you are supportive of my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who are not friends, those friends of friend's sister brother shit and who think you know me and all about me, and have so many things to take a stab at me for, you know what? I really can't fucking care less about what you have to say. Truthfully, if you want to take a stab at me just so you can please someone else, please do tell it to me in my face. Don't wanna be guilty of reducing you to being a coward and only being able to create invisibly pathetic stabs at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, I've had the best 6 years of my life with you. In a way, we grew up together since you've been in my life when I first decided on things that I like or don't like. The forming of my character, times when I'm still young and lost and so many other things. Not ever once have I regretted the past 6 years spent with you. You've taught me alot and I have learnt alot. I'm glad we're friends. Thank you for every single thing and knowing my likes and dislikes so well. Thanks for learning to know what my every smile or every tear means. Won't forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, officially to everyone, I have a new boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boyfriend statistics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Jun Sheng&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: Bei (only for my use, you mtf!)&lt;br /&gt;Age: 24&lt;br /&gt;Height: 180+cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 79kg&lt;br /&gt;Skin: Tan&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Dimples?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Character: Fucked Up Dumb Dumb&lt;br /&gt;Education: Degree&lt;br /&gt;Smoke?: Social&lt;br /&gt;Drink?: Toned-down-alot Alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His picture is plastered all over my blog and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that you're gotten a glimpse of him.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is about what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, for those of you who are thinking about what my subject post actually refers to, its this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened quite sometime back already like about a month plus I think? So I was out with gal for dinner and shopping in town. We were shopping around and I wanted to go to Tangs to shop for a bag. When we reached Tangs, damn suay just nice got private sale. So we decided to walk to the main entrance to see which rich corp held the private sale to inconvenience others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signage was so darn bloody fucking small so we stood in front of the entrance trying to figure out when we finally decided to ask the people at the door for which members were the private sale for. So we were informed by this, all-dolled-up ah lian in a little black dress, thick make-up and neatly combed hair that the private sale was meant for VISA card holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleased as I was, I mean which fucking idiot walking around Orchard Road, WITH the intention of shopping within Tangs don have a VISA card? So I promptly rumaged though my bag for my wallet. Found it after sometime and was about to open up my wallet to take out my card, only to have the all-dolled-up ah lian tell me in the face, 'VISA Debit Card cannot...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mother-fucking-piece-of-shit! I took so long to dig out my wallet, open my wallet, and in the midst of taking out my card, you tell me, 'VISA Debit Card cannot...' I HAVE NOT EVEN FUCKING TAKEN OUT MY CARD, AND YOU FUCKING DEEMED THAT I ONLY HAVE A VISA DEBIT CARD?! (Yes, it was a Friday so I was dressed in jeans and t-shirt but STILL!!?)&lt;br /&gt;Insulted as I felt, I took out my VISA GOLD CARD and shoved it in her face, 'This one can?' then gave a I'm-too-good-for-this look. I WANTED SO BADLY TO USE MY VISA GOLD CARD TO SLAP HER TWICE IN THE FACE THEN TELL HER, 'I DONT EVEN THINK YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO GET EVEN THE BASIC CARDS!! IF YOU EVEN HAD A CARD LIKE THAT YOU WOULDN'T BE GUARDING THE FUCKING DOOR!!' Mother-fucking door bitch. But the toned-down bitch in me very calmly swallowed the urge to make a big fuss with a mere door bitch, about judging people, decided to not ruin my night and walked on pass her to carry on with my shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, being the one guarding the door? I don't really think you have the right or the means to judge people who are able to even think of wanting to shop at Tangs. I would probably guess that the dress you wore is a $10 pasar malam piece of snort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's about what I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;Back to work...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-8422225797389971199?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/8422225797389971199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=8422225797389971199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8422225797389971199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8422225797389971199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-fking-judge-me.html' title='NEVER. F**KING. JUDGE ME...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-6331558656361979137</id><published>2009-05-21T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:28:25.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNSHENG &amp; I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/ShS6upJRQ6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/yhvzqyaW3_c/s1600-h/P5150066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338096768822363042" border="0" alt="" 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href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/05/junsheng-i.html' title='JUNSHENG &amp; I...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/ShS6upJRQ6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/yhvzqyaW3_c/s72-c/P5150066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-2472265928667849107</id><published>2009-05-11T22:43:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:40:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI 23RD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SghFqZXg-JI/AAAAAAAAATg/AA8n1p2JFo0/s1600-h/IMGP0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if i tear, what does it mean? i never wanted to hurt you. never once was that on my mind. you know you are precious to me. you know you mean everything to me. i keep thinking about the pain i've caused you. i know it is difficult. yet i do have my concerns. i don't want you to fall sick. knowing that you're sick and not doing anything about it makes me understand more about the pain i've caused you. i know i'm selfish. all i ever thought of was for myself. to have time to live a life that i want. to do the things that i want. six years is a long time. i want you to understand that i have as much hard a time as you are having. i want so badly to go over to give you a hug to tell you that everything will be alright. but i know it would not help anything. i tear cause i know how much pain i've caused. i know whatever i do, i will never be able to make up for everything i've done to you. i try very hard not to think about you. not to acknowledge the fact that you're hurt. but i'm constantly reminded whenever i pass by. i no longer watch those shows. don't wanna be reminded. but everywhere i've passed by always seems to have bits &amp;amp; pieces of unforgettable times spent with you. i no longer eat lunch at the coffee shop. i've changed my jogging route. even the laptop i'm using has a piece of you in it. its tough to let go. i'm unsure if its the right thing i am doing. but as of now, if i still do not have an answer, i know full well that it would be unfair if i spoke with you. i know it'll hurt you a whole lot. i dont want to assure you that everything will be alright but i do want you to know that everytime you're hurt, i feel just as much, if not more for you. crying myself to sleep no longer means anything when the tears dry up. yet i'm reminded of it whenever a sniffle comes about. i love you. always will. i'm sorry it hurts but its something i have to go 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type='html'>melissachangehastogetaholdofherlife.bloodyhellgetagrip.shesnotweak.shesnottoletmemoriesplayonher.shesnotlonely.shesgottonsoffriendswhoaretheretohelpherthroughthis.shefeelshurtbutjustdon'tknowifitsrightorwrong.confused.shesdoingtherightthingisntshe?justtellherthatsheisandthateverythingwillturnoutalright.shedoesntwanttohurttheoneshehaslovedeversomuch.theonewhohastaughthersomanythings.caredforherwhenshewassick.cookedforherwhenshewashungry.ironedherclotheswhenshewaslazy.washedherdisheswhenshewastired.memoriesplayedonemotions.itsnotfun.itsconfusingme.ithurts.doubtfulyetsure.shetearsovermemoriesbutneverintendstoletthemtakeover.itsunfairtohim.allsounfairtotheonewhohascaredandcommitted.shefeelsbadbutdontwantguilttomakeadecisionforher.hasshemadetherightdecision?hasshedonetherightthing?shedidnotmeantocausehurttoanyone.yetshehasdoneitallthesame.nomatterhowitallplaysout.itsaloselosesituation.shesconfused.shejustwantstogetoverit.itsdifficultbutitsneverimpossible.aninnocentlovingman.oncetheloveofherlife.oncetheeverythingintheworld.lovebeingreciprocratedthroughdistanceandhurt.shedoesnotmeanitbutitwasinevitable.shesmadeherdecisiontomakeadecision.totheoneshesapartfromshestillcaresandhewillforeverbeaspecialsomeonelockeddeepinsideforallthehappymemoriesgivenandshared.shesreducedtotears.shemisseshimbutshestryingtogetoverit.workmore,playmore,thinkless.&lt;div 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Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/ScuXfG6wv8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/NQJF_zzrF7s/s72-c/IMG_1433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-5747736694972893791</id><published>2009-02-13T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:58:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPLIMENTS OF 笨蛋少爷。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SZU2G6117lI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uLbFYUOOjj0/s1600-h/Photo0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302203628800831058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: 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Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SZFhfnqn3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cKLC9_Sq0TE/s72-c/IMG_5076.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-6265428709892472937</id><published>2009-01-08T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:22:04.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLING ALL ST.ANTHONY'S PRI 6-3 CLASSMATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear missing-for-a-long-time classmates,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have worked hard to organise a primary school class mate gathering as I have tried to for the past few years to no avail. However, I hope in this new year, we will be able to catch up with one another and renew our freindships from our childhood days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here are the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event:   &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;St. Anthony's Primary 6-3 Gathering 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Date:    &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15th January 2009, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time:    &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7PM till late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Venue:  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heeren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Please do inform me if you are free to enjoy a time of catching up!&lt;br /&gt;E-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:melissa_meiyu@hotmail.com"&gt;melissa_meiyu@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. this post is for those primary school ppl secretly reading my blog... kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have already agreed to come, please don fly kite on me arz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;If you do, I tell you what will happen to you...&lt;br /&gt;I will send your mobile number to the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Insurance Agent&lt;br /&gt;2. MLM people&lt;br /&gt;3. Church-goers from City Harvest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;XOXO You know I miss you all... *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-6265428709892472937?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/6265428709892472937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=6265428709892472937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6265428709892472937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6265428709892472937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/01/calling-all-stanthonys-pri-6-3.html' title='CALLING ALL ST.ANTHONY&apos;S PRI 6-3 CLASSMATES'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-5979107030095285973</id><published>2009-01-06T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:14:42.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU"RE ON YOUR OWN OLD MAN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAHATHIR URGES US BOYCOTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is currently the most ridiculous headline that I have ever read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KUALA LUMPUR - FORMER Malaysian prime minister Mahathir Mohamad on Monday called for a global boycott of the US dollar and US-made products, including Coca-Cola, in protest over Washington's backing of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who the hell do you think you really are? See the words in caps? FORMER Prime Minister of which country? Malaysia? Hmmm... Malaysia.... *doubtful* What are you urging for? US Boycott? Really? Oh... ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Mahathir, who during his two decades in power was a leading voice in the Muslim world, said people had to take action against the United States over its support for Israel, which is conducting a military offensive in Gaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah, the leading voice in the Muslim world... GREAT! I totally support you man! The voice... *grumps! look what happened...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you stop accepting US currency, the US can't trade and can't make any money, it will become very poor and it will have to stop the production of more and more weapons in order to kill people,' he told a press conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Erm... okie, I will stop trying to pay for my coke in US dollars but will it really make them very poor? Really? You're kidding right? Oh no, you ARE serious... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We should not be buying all these weapons from the US, we can buy from the Russians if we must have aeroplanes and things like that,' he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'People must act... they won't die if they don't drink Coca-Cola.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm a total Coca-Cola supporter. Yeah so I said, I'll stop paying for my coke in US dollars and start paying out in ringgit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Mahathir criticised the US for blocking a UN resolution calling for an end to the action by Israel, which has launched an air and ground offensive that has left at least 510 Palestinians dead, many of them civilians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I definitely, totally agree with whatever you say but a boycott? Really? No, no... seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiery former prime minister, who stepped down in 2003, said he did not expect a new US approach under Mr Barack Obama, who is due to be sworn in as president on January 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't think there will be much change with regards to the policy of Israel. As you know, Obama went to Israel and asked for their support because a lot of voters in America are Jews,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can't think of anybody being as bad as (President George W.) Bush, it is the best of the bad choices,' he said of Mr Obama. -- AFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're on your own man, I just wanna enjoy my life with a coke bottle beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/SE%2BAsia/Story/STIStory_322212.html?vgnmr=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/SE%2BAsia/Story/STIStory_322212.html?vgnmr=1&lt;/em&gt;&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/5729613359889827433-5979107030095285973?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/5979107030095285973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=5979107030095285973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/5979107030095285973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/5979107030095285973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-on-your-own-old-man.html' title='YOU&quot;RE ON YOUR OWN OLD MAN...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-2821846051330358972</id><published>2009-01-06T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:25:27.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOSE JOB TO PEEL THE PRAWN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it definitely ain't my bloody job... Sometimes I do feel that I am rather lucky to have people to dote on me. A recent friendly complaint from my good friend made me realise just how pampered I really am. As well, what a 'da nv ren' I am... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I went out with a good friend who is so used to being waited upon, and who now, waits (hmmm... I wouldn't use that word. 'Help' is probably much of a better word...), helps me with my dining chores ('dining chores' is a word I just came up with a minute ago... it just refers to the things you have to do to get to your food...). A very good example would be the action of shelling the prawn just to get to the succulent meat I ever so love, especially when steamed, or the action of removing the perfectly cooked chicken meat from its bones after its boiled to perfection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;So yes, I like my food easy and ready to eat. Everytime I'm at my grandma's place for dinner, I would have to do these chores myself. Shell the prawn, divide the meat into 3 portions, peel the duck meat, cut up the fishballs, shred the vegetables... my food has to be bite size, or smaller than bite size for that matter. It just has to be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend very nicely always shells the prawn for me even though he isn't used to it and though he is not my bf (that's exactly what a guy should do, no?) That day when we went out for steamboat, just a note, our table is filled with couples, so when it comes to the prawns, the girls, very automatically will shell the prawns for their bf. Only me... wait for people to shell for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;The same thing happened at a wedding finner as well when I was with Kenny. A full table, 5 couples, arrival of steam prawns, girls shell the prawns. The only guy at the table shelling prawns is Kenny. So Kenny was saying, Its either the girls spoil my market or kenny spoil the guys market lo... I'm sorry darling, but since I'm so used to it, realising it does not make me feel any bad about it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I just didn't realise that there were so many understanding and automatic girls out there. Like some of my friends will cook for their husband or boyfriend. I really do think that only limited people will be able to tahan my attitude lo. Which guy will carry his gf's handbag anywhere and everywhere. Which guy would peel a chicken for his gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;So a message to all guys out there who does not do the above-mentioned examples. Bloody shame on you! You better go home and think about how you've been treating your gf all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one thing that I am seriously handicapped at though I've tried my freaking best to do something about it. I cannot open can drinks or bottles. I seriously fucking can't do it lo. That time I was so bloody thirsty so I went to buy bottled drink at Woodlands station, was suppose to meet a friend in town. Then all the way on the train, I tried to open it but bloody can't lo. So have to wait till reach town, see my friend then can get a drink. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;As Kenny always say, 'In a desert, even if you have a hundred bottles of water around you, you will still die of thirst'. But why would I be alone in a desert in the first place? Huh? Huh? Smart ass... *smug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-2821846051330358972?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/2821846051330358972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=2821846051330358972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/2821846051330358972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/2821846051330358972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2009/01/whose-job-to-peel-prawn.html' title='WHOSE JOB TO PEEL THE PRAWN?'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-7000618759285269708</id><published>2008-12-26T12:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:51:07.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST PHOTOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia and Fwee Jie's 22nd Birthday cum X'mas Potluck Dinner&lt;br /&gt;23 December 2008 - Tuesday @ Ning's House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283954516392620674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SVRgoxbnMoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wESjB7KwNg0/s400/IMG_4494.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955976916852754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SVRh9yTuYBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eIULHM1fqNg/s400/IMG_4500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955063430948930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SVRhInTtqEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lS80HHXaSTs/s400/IMG_4504.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955410567814658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SVRhc0fl3gI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vImg1GW7Dsk/s400/IMG_4505.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955566409742962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SVRhl5DM-nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jUkqIVZ07sg/s400/IMG_4506.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-7000618759285269708?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/7000618759285269708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=7000618759285269708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7000618759285269708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7000618759285269708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-photos.html' title='JUST PHOTOS!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SVRgoxbnMoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wESjB7KwNg0/s72-c/IMG_4494.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-6133520125614411553</id><published>2008-12-12T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:34:05.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPANESE RESTAURANT LAUNCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darlings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'd be working this weekend for my company's restaurant launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details are as such:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Event: Shokudo Streets Of Japan Official Opening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Venue: The Heeren Shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time: 11AM - 9PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Date: 13 &amp;amp; 14 December 2008 (Sat &amp;amp; Sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you are looking for a place to have a meal with your friends, please do remember to drop by and support! I'd be in an erm... (don't tell you...) you come support then you know le lo.. hahaha... At least drop by to try the food and see the place. The ambience is really nice de!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Give me a call when you are down k? I'd be erm... sashaying around the area...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love ya'll! *Smacks a big wet kiss on cheek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-6133520125614411553?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/6133520125614411553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=6133520125614411553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6133520125614411553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6133520125614411553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/12/japanese-restaurant-launch.html' title='JAPANESE RESTAURANT LAUNCH'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-7538166630422063286</id><published>2008-12-05T09:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:09:08.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNSPOKEN SILENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I am not lazy, as accused of, to update my blog. I have just been rather busy with work over the past few weeks. It really is tough to handle working over the weekends and working till 8pm or 9pm on the weekdays. It is just so darn taxing. I finally realised that I just cannot really be superwoman. But then again, I don't really like the idea of slowing down. I guess once the clockwork starts, it really is hard to slow down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I do get confused looks when informed that I do not get OT pay when I work OT. Yes, I guess some of you might think that I am the stupid-est person on earth. Truth is, I am rather happy working in my current office. I get appreciated for my work, the colleagues are nice, my direct boss is nice, big boss is nice as well. Although you might still get the occasional black face from a female boss but it really isn't all that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whatever it is, though I'm stressed and might have snapped, I'm still all the more thankful for the job at which I happy with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me tell you a story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So this lady, obviously from motherland, you seriously can't miss out on that ever so delightful accent of theirs. It is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; one of a kind, if you don't recognised that accent, you are just plain daft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways, this lady from motherland called me on my mobile. (This is when I seriously ponder: '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... how did my number end up on the call list of a Eh Humm company? Did they get it through some underhand means? Hack another company's computer?) I'm sorry, you just can't blame me for pondering since they are such geniuses at doing such things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;They are such a magnificent country with countless number of talented people ever so eager to prove themselves that they've never never really about the process of doing it. Either that or they are just unfortunate that their parents just don't teach them well on the moral aspect. I do believe in the latter much, much more. It just seems so much more believeable don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sorry for the deviating, I just have so many positive comments to praise their kind that I just can't really get a real grip on my story. These people just really moved me with their ever so pitiful antics. So yes, where was I? Oh, a nice voice called me on my mobile, addressing me ever so politely, talking to me ever so sweetly, I just so wished that I could have a voice like that. Not the accent though, the accent is irritating enough as it is without the screeching voice. So yes, the call... she introduced herself to me, identifying herself as a caller from some company that has set up countless 5 star hotels around the world and yes, they will as well be opening one in our homeland, so near, you wouldn't believe it. Its in Sentosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So she continued to ask me questions such as whether or not I have stayed in the resorts, chalets or hotels in Sentosa. Oh definitely after hearing her ever so sweet voice, just too bad I'm not really a person with dick, I answered her in a cannot be bothered tone saying that I have never and am not interested in whatever she wants to promote to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Much praise to the undying attitude of these patient 'cheenarian' telemarketers, she continues to probe, asking me more questions of which were met with my ever so shut-up-and-fuck-off attitude, trying to tell her that I'm not interested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I guess she decided to switch course and to talk to me about the free vouchers that their fine company is so generous enough to give out. Applaud the lady for her ability to entice me with two nights free stay at the hotel. I guess she probably thinks that everyone is an easy prey whenever it comes to gaining something. So I told her I'm not interested in the free stay and she asks me why? I politely replied, I'm just not interested. But apparantly she did not get the point, you know why? Cos you just have to know that all 'Cheenarians' have the my-ears-are-too-stuck-with-earshit to hear whatever you are saying. So she tries for the second time, telling me about the voucher and that she will send it to me home address. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I then told her once again that I'm not interested and again she asks why? You know, we could just do this for the next hour or so, with her asking me why and me saying not interested. So in the end I told her, '因为我不稀罕。' But then again she did not get the point, telling me that it is a good voucher for me to share with my friends and families and again she asks for my address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;People, please do get it into your head that you should never give your address to anyone especially a 'Cheenarian'. They are so smart, you'd probably never be able to imagine what they can do with it. So if this lady thinks that the two nights stay at her so called hotel is going to entice me into giving her my address, then I guess she really isn't as smart as her counterparts. So once again (damn pissed off this time) I told her very sternly that I'm not interested. So I guess her patience worn off after 5 mins, she proceeds to say: '没兴趣又不早一点说。' and then she puts down the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;See, this is what you get for trying to be polite and listening to a Cheena ass. You get a slap in your face. I should have just put down the phone when I first her skanky voice. Whatever it is, I still applaud all these people from motherland, they are just such geniuses when it comes to things like lying, creating pirated stuff and fraud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;For example, today's Newpaper talks about how talents from motherland creates set-top decoders. Whatever wall they meet, they always try to climb it to get over and usually all these things has to do with making money and getting other people into trouble. They'll probably realise one day that they are failing in telemarketing aspects just cos their accent stinks of dishonesty. I do believe, being such good actors, they will one day fit in with the Singapore accent and no one will notice. That is unless you don't see them in person. I guess one thing you can differentiate them from locals are their dress sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Their dress sense as of now is still a barrier for them due to the difference in taste, however I really do believe that they will be able to fit in as well, I would most probably say within the next... erm... 20 years? Oh and do you know how to differentiate a China printed tee and a printed tee bought from say the states? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Check the grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's all for now... kudos to the talents from motherland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-7538166630422063286?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/7538166630422063286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=7538166630422063286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7538166630422063286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7538166630422063286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/12/unspoken-silence.html' title='UNSPOKEN SILENCE'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-4928597185844444398</id><published>2008-11-26T11:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:03:20.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAREHOUSE SALE!!</title><content type='html'>Darlings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please come to support me even if you're not intending to buy anything, I'll try to change your mind about the not buying anything part. Hope to see you there!! P.S. I'll be working for both days by the way, so for people who miss me, come visit! No, I'm not perfoming, you ass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of plans... I'll only be working on Sunday. Visit me if you can!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummuackz... Love ya'll lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272812255868066370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SSzKz2ZXmkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZCKS-AaX0UQ/s400/image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-4928597185844444398?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/4928597185844444398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=4928597185844444398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4928597185844444398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4928597185844444398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/11/warehouse-sale.html' title='WAREHOUSE SALE!!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SSzKz2ZXmkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZCKS-AaX0UQ/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-201300026756365638</id><published>2008-11-18T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:37:02.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOI TUESDAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Started of slow. Nothing to look forward to, not lunchtime as initially planned. Not the end of the day as hopefully planned. Well, as it pans out all good, I met my long-time scandal who came to look for me for lunch. I asked him to though. I'm just thankful he said 'hi'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm thankful he agreed to meet me for lunch! Something to look forward to! I'm glad that you manage to reach on time! Finally for once you are on time and I'm happy for that! Not so glad that you drove the car you drove, but still glad you manage to find my office and came to pick me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pleased with lunch cos it has been a long time since I last met you. Happy we spoke and laughed. Weird you thought the cookie was brown sugar, cute and funny though. Clumsy when you dropped the soup spoon twice. I'm glad we both wanted lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thanks for the last minute decision on dinner. Glad again that you weren't late! That's twice in a day that you weren't late! I'm impressed. Enjoyed dinner. Hate the smoke and the dim lights. Amyway, thanks for the long dinner and drinks, uncle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm just glad we are still friends after all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Psst... Don say I say one huh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-201300026756365638?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/201300026756365638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=201300026756365638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/201300026756365638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/201300026756365638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/11/moi-tuesday.html' title='MOI TUESDAY...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-7436434752461496943</id><published>2008-11-17T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:31:43.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME PEOPLE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Some people I just really can't understand. Such simple instructions placed in your face to follow. Cannot read? Don't understand? Don't understand then why still wanna act smart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Some people are just so bloody irritating. Whick part of choose one out of two choices do you not understand? Do you even know the meaning of choose? Or should I simplify it? Pick one? Chinese? Xuan yi ge? Put a gun to your head? Prefer to get shot left side or right? Bloody hell pick one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Some people I just can't put my finger to. Similar to disappearing acts performed by magicians, apparantly, non magicians can grasp the trick as well. It probably is no trick to the non magicians. It really depends on how you look at it. It definitely is played in on your short sightedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Some people are just special ones. The ones you probably think should know you well. Really apparantly let you down by doing things that you easpecially detest. Special are such people for they really are rather amusing. Amusing yet disappointing all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Some people are just pure idiots. Namely MLRs, YDRs and ZGRs. Go figure it out you bloody peanuts. These people are the bane of the society. They are practically born to ruin the lives of others. Idiots are their name, idiotic are the acts they do, idiot-ism are what they pass amongst they own kind, idiot-nese is what they speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Some people are just proud, egoistic asses. This one describes me best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;This is me the bloody irritating one in some other cases not the simple instruction case though. I am not a bloody bimbo aunty. This is me, partly amusing and disappointing myself at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Some people I want to talk about. Some people I want to talk to. No longer matters now. You know why? Some people just don't know me at all. After all these years, I guess there really is no point. I love being a magician. But I wasn't really the magician in the first place. I was a non magician. I am a magician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Some people I will tell to read between the lines of this post. Some people who do literally read between the lines hoping to find something are just pure dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-7436434752461496943?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/7436434752461496943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=7436434752461496943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7436434752461496943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7436434752461496943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-people.html' title='SOME PEOPLE...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-5785819988369057305</id><published>2008-11-13T14:18:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:41:07.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chummies's Babies Birthday Steamboat Dinner: 11 November 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SRvKiuNUm6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/17qp-VWo9kI/s1600-h/IMG_4214.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268026887008197538" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SRvHHJaBAaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9uRiket_wOQ/s320/IMG_4249.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SRvGvamkNLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cnEzGAKUaz8/s1600-h/IMG_4252.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268022707037156530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SRvGvamkNLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cnEzGAKUaz8/s320/IMG_4252.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; If you are wondering why all the last few photos have Ah Sha in all of them.. Its cos the photos are from her camera!! Anyways, thank you to all Chummies for making it a wonderful night! Huge Huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the 3 darlings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lotsa LOVE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-5785819988369057305?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/5785819988369057305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=5785819988369057305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/5785819988369057305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/5785819988369057305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/11/chummiess-babies-birthday-steamboat.html' title=''/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SRvKiuNUm6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/17qp-VWo9kI/s72-c/IMG_4214.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-698166691840829124</id><published>2008-11-10T14:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:01:02.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUMMIES'S BABIES B'DAY CELEBRATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear All Chum Chum Members,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In celebration of three Chummies's Babies B'day, namely Ah Sha, Ah Ning and Ah Wee, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all Chum Chum Members are cordially invited to the celebration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Event: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chummies's Babies B'day Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Venue: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MeiMei's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Date: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;11 November 2008 (Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Time: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Activity: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Steamboat Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;For Chummies who have cameras, you are reminded to bring it along.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see all of you girls tonight! Missing you all tons and tons... Ummuackz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;O.$.P.$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-698166691840829124?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/698166691840829124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=698166691840829124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/698166691840829124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/698166691840829124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/11/chummiess-babies-bday-celebration.html' title='CHUMMIES&apos;S BABIES B&apos;DAY CELEBRATION'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-4677373577224515917</id><published>2008-11-06T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:14:53.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIASU MOI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a kiasu aunty this morning. (Can't believe that I just admitted to it...) I was on the train this morning, standing. Then like 3 seats away, someone stood up to alight and I just went directly to the seat. Cos my leg was sore and I was so damn bloody tired that I just needed to sleep. Sianz... I totally regretted what I did. Haikz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't judge me just yet. I still do look up at every stop to make sure that if there was someone more needy of the seat than me having my morning nap, I would make sure I gave it up... So I'm a considerate kiasu aunty... (Actually I just wanted to make sure I gave up my seat so that my picture does not go up on STOMP with a headline that says, 'Pretty Youth Sleeps While Pregnant Stands Uncomfortably') Much apologies but I just had to add pretty in front... Can't be helped if I am... WORD VORMIT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;Anyways, before I went to snooze mode, there was this lady seating directly infront of me doing her make-up... I know I'm supposed to be sleeping... but I'm just intrigued by people who are able to do their make-up without a mirror on the train... Damn fascinating a sight... So she was applying her foundation, blusher, blah blah blah... lastly came the lipstick... With much trained skills, she applied the lipstick to her lips ever so impecably. Then you know what she did?! She used her last finger, rubbed it on the lipstick, brought her finger up to her already closed eyelids and rubbed it on as an eye shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;Aiyoh, I really didn't realise that aunties can be quite creative sometimes. I was just wondering then... lipstick so sticky, apply on your eyes, won't they like stick when you open them? Imagine walking around the rest of the day with your eye lids pulled back with lipstick. Weird can... Whatever it was, it made my morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;I just realised that I'm starting to get more and more readers... totally ecstatic about it! I used to write only for myself but after 4 months of writing, I've got... 1, 2, 3,... 9 ardent readers!! If this number doubles according to time, I will have 18 readers in another 4 months. I know its not much to earn me advertorials from brands.. but never mind... if I continue blogging for the next 30 years, I should be able to get like 10,000 readers? You know what? I should just strip for my blog's popularity... but then again, I don't think anyone interested to see me in... I'd probably end up losing my only 9 precious readers... the risk is too much to bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just want to proudly say that I am an eco-friendly activist. Not that I'm in some kind of eco club la... I just make it more of a point to use less tissue, take less plastic bags, reuse whatever stuff I can and I clear my own tray! Its not really that eco-friendly la... But its still helping the encironment. Isn't it? So I should use the power infested in my blog to try and psycho my readers to clear your own tray and please save the environment. If you don't, you will go to hell... Go to hell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;With lots of greenery in me... I bestow the power of saving the earth to the 9 of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-4677373577224515917?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/4677373577224515917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=4677373577224515917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4677373577224515917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4677373577224515917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiasu-moi.html' title='KIASU MOI!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-6994716068718138888</id><published>2008-10-28T11:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:53:29.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAUTY &amp; DA BEAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I just spoke to a girlfriend of mine to find out how her life was and stuff just cos I did not manage to spend time with her the last 2 months. Anyways, what I found out was absoulutely shocking and I hate to say this but I'm glad you left him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And so the story goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My grilfriend, lets name her Trish (such a trampy name, but I really can't think of anything now... and no, I don't wanna use Mary or Lily...) has a boyfriend of which they have been together since JC, I think... anyway, that's not important. The important thing is that Trish is a tall, slim, fair and beautiful young lady with lotsa guys chasing after her. Whilst her BF, now ex, on the other hand is a monster. They are practically like erm... 'Beauty &amp;amp; Da Beast' Trish's BF was a fat, 100 plus kg controlling man. You know what he would do? When Trish is out wih friends, Da Beast would call her hp once every hourly, or maybe I'm exagerrating, okie, once every two hours. It doesn't make it sound all that good either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a side, Trish told me that Da Beast is rather good at running. Like he would get Silver for his IPPT or something. Man, I just corrupted my brain when I thought of Da beast running. Imagine a 100 plus kg man running, arms flapping, fats smacking, boops swaying. Sweat spurting out of armpit with every step jogged, giving out little farts as he tries so hard to propel himself forwrd toward the finishing line... O.M.F.G&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;See, I just disgusted your mind as well right? Its all right, no need to thank me for that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;So anyways, to continue, he calls her every so often just to check that she is not out with another guy friend. Just to check who she is with and where she is now or what is she doing. Then of course when some irritating monster calls you ever so often, you will get ever so irritated and not pick it up right? Like pretend you never hear the phone or that you were in the toilet shitting or something. But NO, the monster never stops calling. When Trish is out watching a late night movie and not able to pick up the phone, Monster will keep calling and calling and if her still can't get her on the phone, he would send a message to threathen to call her home. Note that this was 3-4am in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Why would your boyfriend, who is in a right frame of mind wanna take it out on his GF's peacefully sleeping family members. Don't you just think that the big fat ugly monster is being childish and unreasonable? Never mind that. So Monster wants to keep princess by his side but how can princess love a fat ugly controlling monster plus the fact that there were so many other prince wooing her as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;So isn't it obvious that if Monster wants to have princes by his side forever, he should change his attitude and slim down? Like that at least he can compete with other prince right? But NO, monster instead of slimming down went on an eating spree, at one go, he can eat up a meal meant for four. To give a little credit to monster, he does jog as well to try and slim down a little but his jogging time and eating time weighs 1:4. Liddat how to slim down? Huh? Huh? You exprian...Xssprain... (Remember to use the voice of the Meepok man when you say Xssprain... k?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now princess found a new prince. She's happy with the prince. Not too sure if prince if handsome but at least prince is not fat and ugly and controlling (Not too sure about the controlling part either). Anyways, the important point is that Princess is happy with prince. So she decided to break it off with monster once and for all. But Monster was not ready to let go. Monster was feeling sore that princess found her prince to live happily ever after and he is all alone in his dungeon. So monster decided to call and harrass the princess. He called her in the hopes of psycho-ing princess not to be together with prince but with him. But princess refused to pick up her phone. Princess refuses to talk to Monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When princess ignored the calls from monster, in all his rage, Monster messaged Princess, 'You slut, where are you?'. That's not all, on another occasion, monster called princess a 'fuck face' (not knowing that he probably lives up to the name rather than princess does). Not that fuck face means a beautiful face you feel like having sex with (in the context of princess I think she is a beautiful face)but in the context of monster, it probably just means that he has one fucking ass ugly face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now children, please learn that if a girl goes back to you after you've called her a slut or fuck face, there are only 2 reasons. The first one could be because that the girl is 'fan jian' and love you so much that she does not mind being called degrading names. The second reason could be that you still have use for her. Maybe you are rich and she needs to satisfy her material cravings? Its an either or thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;So when monster calls her degrading names, if he really thinks that princess will still go back to him, he is so wrong. So damn bloody wrong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To end this short story, Princess and prince still living together happily, hopefully its ever after and monster is probably licking his sorry balls whilst still praying that princess might come back to him one day... I'm not too sure about this ending though... But it'll end this way I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really believe that Da Beast will turn in to a handsome prince as the last rose petal falls, then I guess its time you go back into fairytale land and sleep your ass off, you naive, immature people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really hope that Monster does not read this story lest he takes out his frustration on me. Come to think of it, I guess I don't really care... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-6994716068718138888?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/6994716068718138888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=6994716068718138888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6994716068718138888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6994716068718138888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/10/asshole.html' title='BEAUTY &amp; DA BEAST'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-1625917131477446188</id><published>2008-10-23T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:37:31.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO QIU CHANG YE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleahz... Puposely don't let you listen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#339999;"&gt;Add-ons: I'm really glad that you are back. And I'm just as happy and excited as you are for the new toy that you've invested in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-1625917131477446188?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/1625917131477446188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=1625917131477446188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1625917131477446188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1625917131477446188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-qiu-chang-ye.html' title='TO QIU CHANG YE'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-233987625419044035</id><published>2008-10-15T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:48:15.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXO GOSSIP GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SPXKWGg_F9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/wNQf5esItCs/s1600-h/GossipGirlAd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257330621079820242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SPXKWGg_F9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/wNQf5esItCs/s400/GossipGirlAd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-233987625419044035?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/233987625419044035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=233987625419044035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/233987625419044035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/233987625419044035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/10/xoxo-gossip-girl.html' title='XOXO GOSSIP GIRL'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SPXKWGg_F9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/wNQf5esItCs/s72-c/GossipGirlAd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-9169189492614345742</id><published>2008-10-15T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:28:58.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NIGHTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many have complained and gave feedback that my blog font is too small for visual to the naked eye. Specially for the people who gave kind feedback I have enlarged the font a little for your beady slitted eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday's dinner was a meal of total fun and gossips. I met up with colleagues from my ex-hellish company. Out of the five of us, three have left them and two others will tender their resignation letter and leave before mid-december. The dinner was really a session of gossips and bitching about how bad the management is. Until now, they have yet to change which is a total sad case. Anyways, its their own family business who cares if it collapses. Oh, and I heard their staff had a paycut because of some poor economic thing. There are just so many things to say but I really am too lazy to elaborate. I will do try to put up some pictures of dinner night as soon as I get my hands on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yesterday was a huge decision making night for my cousin and her fiance. They finally signed and made payment with the Marriot Hotel to have their solemnisation and wedding dinner there five months from now. I'm just glad that they are happy. I'm helping my jie with all the wedding details and designing of the wedding gown. Besides being the role of the Jie-mei, I was also appointed the role of MC for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I really think that I should start collecting money for my MC stints. End of the year also have one MC stint for another wedding. Okie la, I don't think you need to pay me, depending on how close we are, as long as you have 'Or Ni' for dessert during the dinner, I will gladly do it for free but you have to promise me 2 bowls of 'Or Ni' plus a take-away pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Anyways, I promised my Jie a wedding organiser but I just can't seem to find it anywhere at home, so I gladly did up a 15pg long organiser cum checklist for my convenience and for her summary track of the wedding preperations. I am so going to advance in a career within the wedding industry lo. For now, if anyone else needs me for a wedding plan and very detailed checklist, you may approach me. But please do not expect it to be free though. There is always a price to pay, 'sides, haven't you ever heard that there is no such thing as a free lunch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To end off, I'll just like to say that I'm getting fatter by the day and I FUCKING HATE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;With lotsa cellulites.. Ummuacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-9169189492614345742?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/9169189492614345742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=9169189492614345742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/9169189492614345742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/9169189492614345742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-nights.html' title='HAPPY NIGHTS!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-7662852545396019883</id><published>2008-10-13T14:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:38:58.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear ardent readers, much apologies for the lack of updates on my possibly dying blog, I have once again risen to the 'update-your-blog-on-an-occasional-basis' occasion. This time round, I blog with a motive. Not an advertising motive but a personal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have fallen in love again with a new digital camera! I know I have fallen in love with many other new camera! But this one, I am so very sure that the love of my life is the Canon Powershot E1 in a damn chio baby pink! Some very creative camera-cover designer has finally tried and succeeded in finding out what a girl really wants in her handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't just the appearance of the oh-so-retroish-hip casing. The camera is 10mgp CCD which should mean something good, I guess. Not only that, it also has, 4X zoom image stabilizer and teleconvertor, Digic III image processing, Face detection technology, 17 shooting modes, motion detection technology and so many other things that I bet other cute cameras do not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhem... Christmas present? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256517805147261938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SPLnF_NRi_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fw2hSpAbVq8/s400/CanonAd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough of the love of my life, I just want to make known that I will never ever ever drink packet coffee again! Today's Monday, so as usual, I'm the half conscious pretty office lady, tired from working on SUNDAY! So I decided to drink coffee to perk myself up and not look too much like a dead log. Anyways, to the main point, PACKET COFFEE IS THE WORST THING TO DRINK! It has the worst taste ever and the cup which I used now has the stupid smelly coffee taste. Tried washing it with loads of detergent, left it to soak in hot water for 30mins. Went back to wash it then poured water into to drink only to realise that the 30mins of soaking was of no use at all. My water still taste like coffee lo.. or maybe its my mouth? Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna blog about a new dress which I just bought and am so proud of. I got a dress which cost me only $55. What's so special about it? It can be worn in over 20 different methods, depending on your creativity. Still have instruction manual one can. So anyway, Sunday was well-spent though work was involved. Had nice lunch at Ning's hotel restaurant with another of our poly friend. then Ning and I went shopping and I bought an eye shadow brush. Then we walked to Wisma, shopped around and ruched over to Heeren where I got to work. Ning bought a nice 'snow-white' look-alike dress that matched her white watch and white hairband. All in all, it was a nice and fulfilling Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal, I read your blog just the other day. So many not-so happy entries lehz and I have to read it off your blog lo... Sianz... I don't feel appreciated as your friend... lousy. Plus, you so long nv contact me some more. Don friend you le! Wo tao yan ni! (kidding...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, tonight is an exciting night. Dinner with my ex-colleagues! BITCHFEST! Will blog more about it when I blogged more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Lots of work... Ummuackz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-7662852545396019883?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/7662852545396019883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=7662852545396019883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7662852545396019883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7662852545396019883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/10/updates.html' title='UPDATES!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SPLnF_NRi_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fw2hSpAbVq8/s72-c/CanonAd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-8802600286955951045</id><published>2008-09-25T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:13:52.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTIES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's up with freaking cute men?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazily in love with these man candies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lee Pace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249850102334122258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SNs22mmsaRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pN-Za9XDeaY/s320/LeePace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chace Crawford&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249851984533553122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SNs4kKWAf-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6hYFbfvWJMw/s320/ChaceCrawford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashton Kutcher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249852423113963202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SNs49sLudsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/j2QTnOq20PM/s320/AshtonKutcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post is just for me to beautify the blog for a bit. Ignore me when I say I'm totally in love with them for now. I'm just doing a little bit of fantasizing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-8802600286955951045?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/8802600286955951045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=8802600286955951045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8802600286955951045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8802600286955951045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/cuties.html' title='CUTIES...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SNs22mmsaRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pN-Za9XDeaY/s72-c/LeePace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-6299849614445469396</id><published>2008-09-25T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:22:59.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLE THINGS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I reached home last night to find yet another sequin on my table. Confirm Reagan put one lo... I think he makes me out to be the kinda girl who likes all the bling bling sequined and shiny stuff (I do love them by the way). Over the past few years, on occasional basis, my table will receive sequins, crystal bits, shiny beads, in short anything that blings... Some of them might have fallen off my mobile, or my clothes but some of them are really not mine, like it could have fallen off my mother's clothes or something... but it always ends up on my table just cos the 8 year old in my house thinks that all bling bling stuff belongs to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know how when you drop a crystal from your phone and you don't bother to go looking for that small thing that could no longer be found? I got a bling bling picker at home. Its as if he got nothing better to do at home, he will go round the house looking for my small shinies, picking it up and putting them on my table. It is just so frustratingly cute... (Nabei, I just said my brother was cute lo...   -.- )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-6299849614445469396?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/6299849614445469396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=6299849614445469396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6299849614445469396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6299849614445469396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-things.html' title='SIMPLE THINGS...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-3987876552379714181</id><published>2008-09-23T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:24:33.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLABBERS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At work today, coughing the lungs out of me... have been doing so for the past week... I think the aircon in the office very dirty lo... sianz... I wanna take MC but I bloody can't! So much work to do and all the e-mails coming in never ending de can... Don't really want to work late but I have no choice la... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;It is Ning-meeting week... Meeting Ning for nice nice fish soup dinner at Plaza Sing tomorrow night and on Thursday for Isetan Private Sale! MeiMei is excited! *Lets go Bazt zaar!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Gary Ang! You are one of the anonymous people who read my blog and gossip bout me right... Why you tell Kang Kang I got 2 guys chasing me? Huh? Huh? Huh? Lol...Eh, wanna join in my baking class not?! Join lehz, join lehz... I thought you want to touch your feminine side? Don learn from your one la.. it is lousy one lo... mine is modern de.. yours is like traditional old school kind lo... Lousy! Plus you have to learn to walk first before you run... dun know how to make cupcake still wanna attempt to make cake... Must start from the basics! My cupcake baking class is meant for novice bakers de!! By the way, kang told me you hurt yourself in an accident, if you go for the baking class, you have no seats then have to stand de... you can stand and bake at the same time mehz? If you come to my class I confirm provide you chair. Let me know k? So I can prepare high stool for you just in case you sit down le then cannot reach the chocolate bits in the middle of the table...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;To Ah Cheng: I hope you like the gifts we got you for your birthday! Walk till my leg pain can... Thanks to Jia jie and Ah Pang, we are able to have a nice nice time at kbox on such a short notice still have goodies and crazy ribbons! Totally appreciate it lots.Ah Cheng &amp;amp; Ah Sha must remember o send out all the pictures k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;With much happiness and coughs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-3987876552379714181?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/3987876552379714181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=3987876552379714181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/3987876552379714181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/3987876552379714181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/blabbers.html' title='BLABBERS...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-8001162426236358123</id><published>2008-09-18T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:06:17.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUMMIES ANNOUNCEMENT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attention to all Chummies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are celebrating Cheng's belated 22nd Birthday! Here are the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: &lt;/strong&gt;Marina Square Shopping Centre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: &lt;/strong&gt;19 September 2008 (Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: &lt;/strong&gt;7pm - 7.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proposed Activity: &lt;/strong&gt;Dinner &amp;amp; Shopping /Sing K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confrimed Attendees&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah Ning, Jia Jie, Meimei, Ah Cheng, Ah Dawn, Ah Wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To-Be-Confrimed Attendees&lt;/strong&gt;: Ah Sha, Fwee Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;(Warning to the 'To-be-confirmed Attendees, especially Fwee Jie, if you don't turn up, you will be in-charge of the upcoming Chummies Dinner and more ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;For more information and enquiries, please drop a message to either Ah Ning or Meimei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;**End of Chummies Announcements... Ummuackz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-8001162426236358123?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/8001162426236358123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=8001162426236358123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8001162426236358123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8001162426236358123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/attention-to-all-chummies-we-are.html' title='CHUMMIES ANNOUNCEMENT!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-9220390809967704987</id><published>2008-09-16T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:28:34.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHTS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last weekend was that of a hectic one, rushing from place to place and meeting so many people. It was really so darn tiring. Today is already Tuesday and I still have the tired aftertaste from all the entertaining. It was a nice weekend to attend a wedding and a baby's man yue... Yuming is next in line to get married sometime in December. And he wants me and darling to be MC for the night... Everything is still not confirmed yet but I wish them all the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happiness is in the air! Last Friday, Steven proposed to my jie infront of jie's friends and I (represent the family side lo...) in the midst of a crowded restaurant. It was one nervous night for kor. He did not even have the appetite to eat due to all the nervousness. So damn funny... But I'm glad everything turned out well, the proposal and the birthday celebration was a definite success! I wish them both all the best! Hope they get ROM soon and that their flat application is successful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When will anyone propose to me huh? I sort of realise that I have no real plans of getting married and everyone around me is getting married, have a house and a kid... I was entertaining a media over dinner just the other day and she told me this, "Darling, for guys, 35 is the new 28." So I have to wait for a guy to be 35 to propose to me... maybe I shall just get myself pregnant first... liddat no need wait for guy to be 35 to get married... Anyway, after attending the baby Rayden's man yue, I got a weird urge to get pregnant... haha... babies are like the cutest thing in the world (when they are sleeping...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whatever it is, those getting married, stop asking me when I'm going to get married, those pregnant, please do take good care of yourself and those who are in a relationship, stop bugging your bf to marry you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246502180742978914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SM9R76x_XWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/niZm8qzyqbU/s320/Double+Happiness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I read quite a few blogs and the content were mainly similar, friends upset over their blogs being read by anonymous people whom after reading will make baseless conclusions and spread stupid rumours. I have a good mind to lock up my blog as well so that only people whom I love will get to see my blog and the rest of the extras will have to await an invite from me or at least beg me for one. Kiddin' Thing is, when I had this blog, I knew that there would be those extra kaypos who would want to read about my life and then comment about it. I guess that's just the thing about blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But, I've got nothing to hide and if I really want to tell you that you are f**king bitch, I would and you can go make baseles comments on what a piece of shit I am to blog about you being a bitch. I really don't give a damn. I do feel that sometimes, it is hurtful that people jump to conclusions just trying to read between the lines of innocent topics. Whatever it is, if I can blog about you being a bitch or an asshole, it also goes to show that you mean nothing to me and I don't give a damn about your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So to the people who have been hurt by comments and have half the mind to lock your blog, please, don't spare a thought for people who are trying to ruin your life. Live it the way you want. Dont need to go through all the inconveniences just for irritating pests like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Although, I still have half the mind to lock my blog then let those kaypos 'xin yang yang'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-9220390809967704987?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/9220390809967704987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=9220390809967704987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/9220390809967704987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/9220390809967704987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts.html' title='THOUGHTS...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SM9R76x_XWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/niZm8qzyqbU/s72-c/Double+Happiness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-4776873008374730045</id><published>2008-09-12T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:07:02.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRHTDAY TO MY BELOVED HUI JUN JIE JIE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another birthday girl within the same week. Jie, you are one year older already, just a gentle reminder that you are in your last 20s. Muahahahaha!!! Anyway, I wish you all the best and I hope that your birthday will be that of a surprisingly great one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This week was really so very much of a havoc week for me... working damn late into the night, rushing out press realeases and fact sheets. And last night was the ultimatum! Media entertainment till 11pm!! I reached home and concussed till morning lo... But it was alright la... at least still have free dinner and the reporter was so damn nice... Have never met anyone like her... Needless to say, due to the long hours of work the day before, I was late for work today just cos I was too relunctant to get up, I just kept giving myself another 5mins...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;I am feeling a little insecure in my relationship now... Don't know what else to do, don't know what else to think, just feeling insecure and unsure of a future. I used to think that everything would work out right but would it? If I'd continuously psychoed myself into thinking that I am confident that everything would turn out right, would it then be living a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Will a leopard ever change its spots... ? Humans aren't leopards right... ? Right... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-4776873008374730045?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/4776873008374730045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=4776873008374730045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4776873008374730045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/4776873008374730045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-finally-friday.html' title='IT&apos;S FINALLY FRIDAY...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-7630696419295168414</id><published>2008-09-11T09:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:01:48.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPPOSEDLY GOOD DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHUMMIES BELOVED CHENG!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Ah Cheng's 22nd Birthday today!! Muimui wishes Cheng a Big Big Happy Birthday and may all Ah Cheng's wishes come true. With huge hugs and kisses. Sorry that most of us were not able to help you celebrate your special day this week. We will make it up to you next week k? At least you will have your weekends to choose the office bag that you want. Ummuackz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposedly feeling a little happier because tomorrow will be a special day for a nice human being and I am not suppose to divulge till maybe tomorrow is officially over. So I'll keep the suspense till the next time I blog. Some people already know, thanks to my big mouth, so if you know, please do not tag about it. If you do so, I will officially make it a point to lie to you over everything for the rest of my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well, tomorrow is the last day of the work week. It is officially nearing the weekends again! Woots! So many things will be happening over the weekend. There's a wedding lunch to attend, there is a cute baby's 'man yue' and CSI marathon! So many things to do and no time to rest. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my job requires me to do media monitoring and therefore, I do have to check out STOMP for the latest updates. For those of you who do not know what is STOMP, I won't bother explaining it either as you probably would not even be able to read English. The point is, I find that there really are Singaporeans out there who really have nothing better to do. Bo liao stuff like sticker advertisements on the roads of Orchard also can send in to talk about. Car wheels kena clamped also news. School fence covered with posters also news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really applaud STOMPERS for being the eyes and the ears of the public. In this way, anyone and everyone will be able to know what is going on. However, there are just some 'news' that are not even news-worthy. I would think that STOMP is more of an official online forum to disgrace people. So, if you want to disgrace someone, you might as well catch the person in the act. An example would be 'news' that comes with pictures of someone eating or drinking on the train. This is to embarrass these inconsiderate pests and to help prevent these people from doing it again. So if you ever see a vandalised public property, don't just post it as 'A vandalised public property' change it to 'Vandals should be caned and jailed for inconsiderate actions'. Catch the f**king vandals in the act! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just anal don't bother to entertain me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-7630696419295168414?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/7630696419295168414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=7630696419295168414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7630696419295168414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7630696419295168414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/supposedly-good-day.html' title='SUPPOSEDLY GOOD DAY!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-3962274513872926213</id><published>2008-09-05T12:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:28:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARE THE BURDEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear ardent readers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am currently interested in a dress which is being sold online. However, as it is an overseas wholesale retailer, I am needed to get a minimum of two pieces for each design. I am in love with a particular dress but I don't need 2 of 'em. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, to the kind hearted soul who is as well in love with the same dress as I am , please share my burden and tell me you'll take the other piece.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a picture of it. The dress comes in two different colours, blue and grey. It is free size and no measurements were given so I guess people who are not heavier than 80kg and waist size of not more than 60cm, can definitely fit into it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have chosen the grey one for myself. You are free to choose either the grey or the blue. Just a note, if you happen to like the grey one as well and we happen to go out together, please inform me beforehand on whether you will be wearing the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242396383990422898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMC7vF-KnXI/AAAAAAAAADg/3zog5mwzVMg/s320/cct-fashion(30664grey)-%2413.50.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242396552947600194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMC747Ysi0I/AAAAAAAAADo/jG4nuFKKBXk/s320/cct-fashion(30664blue)-%2413.50.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pictures were taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cct-fashion.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;www.cct-fashion.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It only cost $13.50 (excluding shipping &amp;amp; postage) - I guess by the time it all adds up, it should still be less than $18.00. Interested parties, do let me know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please feel free to chap jik ka... Ummuacks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-3962274513872926213?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/3962274513872926213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=3962274513872926213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/3962274513872926213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/3962274513872926213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/share-burden.html' title='SHARE THE BURDEN!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMC7vF-KnXI/AAAAAAAAADg/3zog5mwzVMg/s72-c/cct-fashion(30664grey)-%2413.50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-6065213981506878289</id><published>2008-09-04T14:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:30:51.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NONSENSICAL BLABBERING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At work now, with nothing better to do, I decided that I should do some blogging since it has been sometime since I last did so. By not blogging I could've disappointed my only, say... 3 ardent readers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it is, just to people who are curious about my life, I am currently in the midst of a financial crisis (stupid US market...) and a freaking huge headache. Had a very bad stomachache on Tuesday together with the ever hate-able cramps. What more can go wrong than leaving the office at 7.30pm in a freaking huge rain and walking to the bus stop which is like 8mins away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I have made it past those days and survived! Therefore, I should be grateful for that and ultimately glad that the disastrous week is ending soon. Just because there is Project Runway tonight and it being Friday tomorrow, I am in a relatively happy mood. Plus, I will be meeting Ning later for dinner - she got me an organiser! *claps happily*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As well, you know that when you dream about someone or something, it's because you miss that someone or something alot? Well, I had a dream last night about Kang Kang and my jacket which I had with me for only 3wks before it was stashed in someone else's closet. My dream was basically simple. I was just strangling Kang and forcing him to spit out my jacket. I think its just cos I miss my jacket whilst Kang was really more of the calefare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And back to the topic of my boring life in office. Ever since I stepped in, I have been regurgitating Press Releases, product summaries, brand broiler plates and anything that has got to do with writing. The next time you use the menu, please be grateful for the people who provided you with the summary of food ingredients and the ever wide range of vocabulary used to describing a stupid beef burger. I'm like practically squeezed out of vocab to describe food. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think so easy to describe food? Wait till you describe 100 or more food items and above. Having written so many press releases for industries like entertainment, hospitality plus currently, food. I really think food is the worst of the lot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take in the sight of sizzling ingredients... flavours blended... The range includes tantalizing flavours... in short, all of it is 'wai chui nei ruan'... as my Chummies know best. My favourite Ma La Huo Guo chicken is 'wai chui nei ruan' and my all time favourite Taiwanese Porridge with Tao Gei also 'wai chui nei ruan'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I really do not wish to be doing Press Releases for the rest of my life. No more writing!! Writing SUCKS!! Come to think of it, it also means that I cannot write for my blog. Okie, I take back what I said and change it to writing sucks on an occasional basis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Occupational hazard is hard to avoid. Sometimes, when I read other blogs, I just can't help it but laugh at the way it was written, not one sentence is grammatically right and the spelling... OMFG!! Funny in a way but a real disappointment knowing that the government even has to start a 'Speak Good English Campaign'. It really isn't the singlish, it's just the basis of speaking or writing grammatically accurate English.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess blogs are just informal ways of writing that is why I like it. But '...all my personals things...' doesn't really sound right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it is, it wasn't right of me to scoff as well. Till then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With lotsa cream &amp;amp; sugar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-6065213981506878289?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/6065213981506878289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=6065213981506878289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6065213981506878289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/6065213981506878289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/nonsensical-blabbering.html' title='NONSENSICAL BLABBERING...'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-8759704339230407126</id><published>2008-09-01T11:55:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:17:07.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUMMIES PHTOSHOOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great weekends are hard to come by nowadays cos there is bloody hell nothing much to do in Singapore besides shopping, eating and watching tv at home. Fortunately, I got my taste of a great weekend which is ever so rare. *Wondering what is my coming weekend going to be like...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday was spent with the Chummies, okie, maybe only 4/5 of the Chummies. It was the ''Once-in-a-lifetime Chummies Grauduation Phototaking Session'' at The Esplanade. Met Ning and Cheng, together with Chauffer and photographer at Esplanade. Jia jie was the latest! Made us wait for more than 1 hour, but at least Jia Jie arrived with Panda, another photographer. Fy jie was not around cos she was working... *Upsets* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Cheng, Ning, Jia Jie, Me and our 2 unprofessional phtographers took tons and tons of pictures at The Esplanade. Made our way starting from the front of Esplanade to the back, to the water area then to the outdoor stage. Unfortunately, Cheng had to leave to get her braces done. So only left Jia Jie, Ning and me. But we still had tons of fun, made our way to the Merlion area, walked back to Esplanade to have Thai Express then continued our photo taking night session at the Singapore Flyer. The photoshoot was damn high can... Enjoyed it so much! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the Merlion area, we were officially Singapore Ambassadors for the day. Took pictures with Ang Mo from another university and different groups of Japanese College students! I think they were all so interested with our graduation gowns. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday is Family Day! Managed to get my itchy hands on Mahjong on Sunday when my relatives came over for Reagan's 8th birthday celebration. It was actually on Saturday but because no one was free we had to celebrate it only on Sunday. I totally forgot it was his birthday can... *Chummies berating*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, back to Chummies Graduation Photo-taking session at the Esplanade, here are some pictures uploaded for all to bask in our happiness! Before that, some pictures taken on Graduation Day... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242872186221795810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMJsebaGmeI/AAAAAAAAADw/i8dvpQuEcis/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242873414002291074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMJtl5PyMYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SBcP4Gy8WIM/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242874492385220178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMJukqiT1lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/soTire8l8rI/s320/IMG_2632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242876229743714882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMJwJys2okI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wkLpQ52xpRg/s320/IMG_2670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242877452142560786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMJxQ8fcxhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TPw399vTdwQ/s320/IMG_2673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242878684858926066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMJyYst7w_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/jisDcyOnYoQ/s320/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242880050153399746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMJzoK1gJcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/emUAFLn4AYE/s320/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242880929661219522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMJ0bXQgcsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/et4XNsz6RWk/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much hugs &amp;amp; kisses to all my loves...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-8759704339230407126?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/8759704339230407126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=8759704339230407126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8759704339230407126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8759704339230407126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/09/chummies-phtoshoot.html' title='CHUMMIES PHTOSHOOT'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SMJsebaGmeI/AAAAAAAAADw/i8dvpQuEcis/s72-c/IMG_2616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-2100506280910629229</id><published>2008-08-29T09:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:56:56.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUMMIES CONVOCATION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations to all Chummies! We are all graduates now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really felt that it was a special moment for all of us, studying together since poly days all the way to university. Unforgettable memories, undeniable happiness and undying support we brought to each other over the years. I guess only Chummies will think of sneaking out of convo through a cargo lift by the toilet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you to my darling girl for at least remembering that I was graduating. Manfred Chai, thanks for your sweet message and for calling me 'baby'... haha... sounds so scandalous. Anyway, we shall arrange for dinner another day. Hopefully soon. It has been quite sometime since we last met up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love everyone who turned up that day. Love Mummy and Daddy, love Chummies, love girl and darling. Much sorries to Ning and Jia jie for not joining you all last night for dinner. My legs were really hurting like a hell lot and I was seriously damn bloody tired. Reached work late today cos I overslept.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pictures will be up soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Announcements to all Chummies!! Phototaking seesion this coming Saturday, 30 August 2008. Timing will be confirmed through Chummies mail or sms. Please reply with regards to availability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To you, just wanted to share my happiness with you, that's why the sms. I guess you really are busy. And to Ken Liew - wanted you to attend my convo but you are not around and my jacket is not around as well. Come back quickly. I got so many things to say, plus you owe me nice salmon mayo and my jacket... -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-2100506280910629229?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/2100506280910629229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=2100506280910629229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/2100506280910629229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/2100506280910629229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/08/chummies-convocation.html' title='CHUMMIES CONVOCATION!!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-7572333515759004076</id><published>2008-08-26T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:37:06.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMBATTE NE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have officially started work at my new office! Huge thank you's to the lovely poeple who remembered and messaged me encouraging stuff. Thank you to darling for waking up earlier to send me to work on my first day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First day at work as a Senior Marketing and Events Executive at ________Pte Ltd. If you know which company then good for you. If you don't know which company I am in, it just means that I don't intend to let you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, it is a local company that handles 6 restaurant brands under their wing. Huge company, huge office. First day at work, everything for me is NEW!! From the desk to telephone to computer. Everything is brand new! The colleagues all seem very nice and easy going. Does not look like a place with politics not as it seems to be in my department that is, but I guess only when you have been in the company for a period of time will you know whether or not it is officially a political warzone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, the pay is as well still rather fine. Not much but a quite a jump from my last pay. Not too sure how long I will be able to stay in this company without jumping ship. It all depends... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish me luck for the rest of the week. I do hope that I will be able to survive long enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good news! Convocation is on Thursday and I have taken half the day off work. Mummy and Daddy will be coming to the Convo as well. Get to spend it with my Family and 'hao jie mei', I am so happy and looking forward to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad news is that I have not ironed out my gown yet and I am too lazy to get it done. Plus, I don't have a white collared shirt... which totally sucks. Have to think of what I am going to wear on the inside by tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling lazy and tired at work today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With lots of smooches...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-7572333515759004076?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/7572333515759004076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=7572333515759004076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7572333515759004076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/7572333515759004076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/08/gambatte-ne.html' title='GAMBATTE NE!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-1132191728310557763</id><published>2008-08-22T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:46:08.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISAPPOINTMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all the lies, a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fter all the deception.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will we ever be happy together again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had no idea how it got to this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was for once, now again? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much more trust do you need?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many more wrong decisions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will you learn? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time around?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;So many examples for you to watch and learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;never once did you learn from it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Just disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Utter disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-1132191728310557763?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/1132191728310557763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=1132191728310557763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1132191728310557763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1132191728310557763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/08/disappointment.html' title='DISAPPOINTMENT'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-1026849379114733997</id><published>2008-08-21T15:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:22:04.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plagued by the recent joblessness in my life over the past 4 mths, I have been having a shortage of money. A lesson that I have learnt during these past few months? Money is the third most important thing in life behind air and water. I'm glad that I had savings to tide me over the past 4 months even though I went to Hong Kong and Thailand, even though I had to pay for my shopping and meals. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I am really low on it and it totally sucks. To the person who probably do not even know that I have this blog, ''YOU OWE MONEY, YOU PAY MONEY''. Wanted to tell you straight in the face but I really do not want to carry on begging you to return me the money you owed like 3 months ago. I mean it really is not being fair to me. I lend you money to tide you over your financial crisis. The least you could do was just to inform me on when you will return and keep to what you said. But, NO! I had to chase you for the hundreds while you ignore my messages. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really treat you as a friend that was why I decided to lend you the money in the first place. Now I just need my money back to tide me over my own crisis. How selfish can you get? It is not as if I am borrowing money from you can? Don't even bother to give me a simple message to at least assure me that you still remember the money owed. Although I do hope that you will get a chance to read this but I'd rather you do not as well. Just do not want things to sour between us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next time I don't want to lend you money liao... Nabei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it is, I just want to rant that I lost 500 bucks in investments within the last 3 months. Which totally sucks big time. Wondering so badly how my other 5k investment is holding up. Aaaarrrgggghhhh!! Money, Money, Money... I'm down to my last less than 100 bucks on hand and thank god for the good timing that I finally got a job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chatted a little with my aunt just now about my cousin, her son, buying a flat. Then she asked me a shocking question, ''Ni gen Kenny yao ji shi mai fang zi?'' I was like ''Huh?! Wo men dou hai mei you da suan yao jie hun.'' Although I've always wanted to get married but at the age of 22? Still long leh. I wanna get married at 28 can... Maybe by then I got new boyfriend liao leh? Hahaha... Want me to get married now also can, my fiance must be able to pay for a 500k flat in cash! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, to everyone who keeps asking when Kenny and I are going to get married. Sorry to disappoint you. Not anytime soon. Yes, although we have been together like for the past 5 years plus, it does not mean that we have to get married anytime soon. Sorry if you are disappointed. But if you are getting married, I will be please to attend your wedding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To end, here is a picture of happier days with no money and marriage problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236878876271623826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SK0hl3_qvpI/AAAAAAAAADY/wzCQxyLxMTI/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the someone who has been avoiding me online, be it on purpose or not. I don't know what you have been thinking but if you really think that you will feel better if we not talk to each other then I won't make the initiative to start a conversation with you either. I am just counting the days till we officially not speak to each other anymore. If you want it this way then so be it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With truck loads of kisses to everyone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-1026849379114733997?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/1026849379114733997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=1026849379114733997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1026849379114733997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1026849379114733997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/08/moolay.html' title='MOOLAY'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SK0hl3_qvpI/AAAAAAAAADY/wzCQxyLxMTI/s72-c/Image087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-1844279227484142746</id><published>2008-08-20T12:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:40:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE GAINED WEIGHT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so fat now. I just feel like slicing the fats off me. Feeling so terribly full of hatred for myself. I should have ate a little lesser chocolates, snack alot lesser, jog a little more. Aaaarrrggghhh!! It just feels so frustrating knowing that I could have prevented weight gain. The feeling totally sucks big time. I am now a long way away from my near-to-perfect 38kg and now I am freaking 42kg!! WTF!! I was half praying that the weighing scale was like wrong but I really doubt it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just drink more water and eat one meal a day. I freaking ate Macdonalds meal last Thrusday just cos I got a craving for it and I am really full of regrets for my action (and its cos darling missed the exit to the Bak Kut Teh stall - you are the devil!!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just feeling totally irritated with myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My arms are just oozing with fats and my thighs... I'm just not going to talk about it. Darling took a picture of me with my humongous thighs in the foreground. So bloody insensitive lo. It just makes me feel worst than I already am feeling. Then he wanted to take a picture of me and forced me not to tilt me head. I have to tilt my head cos if not all the fats on my cheeks will be in the picture! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I probably guess that some of you who are erm... heavier than 42kg are possibly cursing and swearing at me right now, but its DIFFERENT!! You guys are taller than me. Anyway, I think I better end here before I get beaten up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To end, here is a picture of me with my tilted face. Less fat cheeks. This picture still has fat cheeks but not as much as if I were to have it taken full front. Plus, it hides double chin well enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236451474745186418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SKuc31PB2HI/AAAAAAAAADI/jqT6t_siEEk/s320/P09-08-08_16.55.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With lots of hugs (no hard feelings k?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-1844279227484142746?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/1844279227484142746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=1844279227484142746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1844279227484142746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1844279227484142746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-gained-weight.html' title='I&apos;VE GAINED WEIGHT!!!'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SKuc31PB2HI/AAAAAAAAADI/jqT6t_siEEk/s72-c/P09-08-08_16.55.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-1161719362952035735</id><published>2008-08-18T16:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:34:48.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since I stopped working, the weekends has always been the same. Staying at home, watching movies after movies, series after series. I fell in love deeply with HOUSE, for those of you who have not caught a scene of HOUSE, please do. It is highly recommended. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the other would be Pushing Daisies. It is not a bad show. Rather cute sets and graphics. Not much of a story though but still highly recommended.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I spent my Saturday with Darling at Suntec City and Marina Square, visited the TANGS sale at the Suntec Convention Hall. It wasn't exactly much of a sale, if I might say. However, I still got myself, or rather darling got me a pair of shoes and a nice top to start me off work. I also managed to get myself a dress which is in my latest loved colour, light grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235776596677140578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SKk3Ewg-oGI/AAAAAAAAADA/i3cdrZB-fv4/s320/P09-08-08_19.40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling's cousin had a healthy baby boy, Rayden, last Friday and it really is the smallest thing I can relate to besides baby hamsters. It was still flushed red because it came out only an hour before we got a glimpse of him. Having your baby at Thomson Medical Centre is, in my dictionary, one of the luxuries of life. The room is pratically like a hotel and no worries because of the top notch doctor who will be servicing you. Well, the price as well is rather reasonably top notched as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, I will be starting on my new job coming Monday. Not too sure yet if it is a good thing or a bad thing. But I guess everything else is a good thing because I finally got off my butt and moved on to doing something much more useful besides sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With lots of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-1161719362952035735?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/1161719362952035735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=1161719362952035735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1161719362952035735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/1161719362952035735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekends.html' title='WEEKENDS'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/SKk3Ewg-oGI/AAAAAAAAADA/i3cdrZB-fv4/s72-c/P09-08-08_19.40.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-234310072765872624</id><published>2008-08-15T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:28:48.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW BEGINNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It has been less than a few hours since I last put up the post ranting about how I have not managed to find myself a job in months. However, I am now officially employed. Got a job that pays fine and a job scope that I guess could suit me rather well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I do have some doubts however but I guess they are just caused by my non-existent enthusiasm to go back into the working world. I have been slacking every single day for the past four months and I guess it just makes it rather hard for me to get off my arse and get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Never mind about work for now. I went to collect my graduation gown yesterday and I am glad that the braid of my gown is a bright pink.It is better than the dull purple that the other course got. Therefore I am happy with it. My graduation with the Chummies has been long anticipated. I'm just glad that I have my closest girls with me on graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;With loads of kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-234310072765872624?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/234310072765872624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=234310072765872624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/234310072765872624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/234310072765872624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-beginning.html' title='A NEW BEGINNING'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729613359889827433.post-8837069759173433254</id><published>2008-08-15T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:51:41.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW FETISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unknowingly, I realised that I had a new fetish with dolls. Not just plain dolls. But Blythe Dolls. For those who do not know about Blythe Dolls, here is a little background knowledge on who they are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Manufactured by Kenner in 1972, the original Blythe (now known as "vintage") was produced for only one year and then was retired because of poor sales. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For 28 years, Blythe was a curiosity that only doll collectors were interested in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, in late 2000, she made her comeback in Japan when CWC produced a charming TV commercial for Parco department store starring Blythe. After the TV spotlight she became an overnight sensation in Japan and Asia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In June 2001, to meet the popular demand of this new Blythe fanbase, CWC produced an 11 inch neo-Blythe doll, Parco Limited Edition, with the permission of Hasbro and the manufacturing help of Takara. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since that launch, 62 and still counting! editions of neo-Blythe dolls have been produced. A year later, a 4 1/2 inch version of the Neo-Blythe was invented, titled "Petite Blythe" and affectionately called "Pucci". By the spring of 2006, there have been 100 and still counting! editions of the Petite Blythe doll produced. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nowadays, Blythe's photogenic style can also be found gracing countless accessories and stationary goods the world over."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Totally love the 11-inch ones. However, not many places in Singapore sells Blythe and if they do, the price is out of this world (for me that is). Guess I will only be able to treat myself to one when I get my pay. Have yet to find myself a job, will definitely be starting one before the end of this month. I'm just praying hard that the next choice I make would be a correct one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just want to say a huge thank you to Kang Kang for giving me a call from Australia. Glad that you are doing fine. But I do seriously miss you and I do still hate you for leaving without dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My chummies whom I have not met in a rather long time, sorry for not being able to meet up with you guys during the last round of dinner. I will arrange another one again and I do hope that nothing crops up and that all of us will be able to sit down and dine at 'Ma La Huo Guo'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To the darling who has been sick and have yet to recover, remember to take your medication on time and always remember to drink more water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;With much love to everyone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5729613359889827433-8837069759173433254?l=dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/feeds/8837069759173433254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5729613359889827433&amp;postID=8837069759173433254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8837069759173433254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5729613359889827433/posts/default/8837069759173433254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollie-tantrums.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-fetish.html' title='NEW FETISH'/><author><name>Dollie Tantrums</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12413201345983894827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mjk7OUEQa1Y/Sm6Iim6oHiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c7do1ypv9Jg/S220/wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
