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&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>450</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4391056338808676856</id><published>2011-09-15T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:02:32.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved!</title><content type='html'>VanessaTay.com will soon lead you to the new space which I will attempt to populate with my random musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on, it's gonna be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vtay.tumblr.com/"&gt;VTAY.TUMBLR.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... that is, until I finally directed my VanessaTay.com domain to lead you there. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4391056338808676856?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://vtay.tumblr.com' title='moved!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4391056338808676856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4391056338808676856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/09/moved.html' title='moved!'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-7080433493178627090</id><published>2011-08-25T06:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T07:01:04.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being thankful for the long and dark tunnel</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful to be alive, and to be living my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for all the sadness, stress, fear, anger, and occasional happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for friends that I can rely on and turn to when I'm at my lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my ability to love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for all the tears I've shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for all the anxiety that keeps me awake at night and disrupts my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my Mom's harsh upbringing (of me, not my sis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the sheer guts and courage that dwells within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the willpower that drags me outta bed everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the strength to pull through the toughest moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the mental strength to not try and kill myself when I really totally feel like everyone might be better off if I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure why I'm typing this out right now. I guess I'm just in some sort of weird mood. My sister's laptop sucks ass. I think I'm just feeling random. I smell ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that all the negative things will make me an even stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing, though, that made a lot of sense to me. A quote I read from somewhere... Can't remember where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some times, people cry not because they're weak, but because they've been strong for too long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like I totally relate to that dumb quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think good days lie ahead. I think that MAYBE after all the shitty-ness that I crawl through, there's some kind of light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's proving to be one hell of a long tunnel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-7080433493178627090?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7080433493178627090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7080433493178627090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/08/being-thankful-for-long-and-dark-tunnel.html' title='Being thankful for the long and dark tunnel'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-1392479950813262541</id><published>2011-08-08T00:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:07:49.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language crisis</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda stuck in this random rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously more proficient in English than Mandarin, but there are some things that I know how to say in Mandarin but not in English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow feel like growing up and being educated in Singapore has made me half-half with everything. When I speak with my friends, it's mostly in English, but sometimes we mix in random Mandarin words and phrases, or sometimes, our sentences even just become completely Mandarin... and then we switch back to English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so random and it's really weird... cuz when I try to google for something, I'll know half the sentence in English and the other half in Chinese, then I'll just stop and think and wonder what the hell am I supposed to type into the search engine to get the right results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, I know a bit of Japanese, so that kinda sucks cuz my brain totally got confused for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Chinese word for 'strength' is 力. But 力 looks a hell lot like カ, which is pronounce 'ka' in Japanese katakana. The first two words of that phrase I was trying to read was '力月'. In Chinese, it's pronounced 'li yue', and in Japanese, its katakana + kanji, and it's pronounced 'ka gatsu'..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO confused. I was trying to figure out whether it was Chinese or Japanese for five stupid minutes of my life, like my brain just stopped moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember the rest of the sentence cuz I was so thrown off by the first two words!!! But I do remember that the rest of the sentence could be read both in Chinese AND Japanese, but I stopped trying to decipher it after my brain got jammed, so I pretty much never went far enough to figure out which language that sentence made sense in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just too tired for a while and my brain REALLY stopped functioning... but I haven't stopped thinking about it up till now, and it's been at least two weeks since it happened!!! So I'm just ranting here for the heck of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, a language fanatic. I really wanna speak all the languages of the world. I just find it super fascinating how different languages were created and their many different forms of usage and stuff. I wanna be fluent in Japanese, Korean, German, Spanish, Thai, Latin, Norwegian, Hawaiian. I wanna know how to speak 10 freakin' languages!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm at 1.75... Here's the break down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 = English&lt;br /&gt;0.5 = Chinese&lt;br /&gt;0.25 = Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bloody amusing eh. I'm only at 0.25 for Japanese cuz I only have the lowest JLPT certificate... and I've been itching to go back to class for the longest time but my irregular work schedule hasn't quite permitted me to do so... But I really think I should just go for it again and not like my hard-earned JLPT N5 cert go to waste. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO GET TO 10 LANGUAGES, YOU TELL ME!??!!!! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Thinking too far. I shall settle Japanese first before moving on to another language, and hopefully my brain doesn't get mangled and confused at the end of it. Actually, I'd be satisfied even with 0.5 of Japanese cuz that would mean I can speak and understand enough to get around... just like my average-ish standard of Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average-ish = half-assed, but can still speak and be understood, and understand MOST (though not all) of what native speakers are saying, and can still read the words enough to know what the story is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite thankful that once in a while, I have to help translate some Chinese articles at work cuz it's actually helping me a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I just need to find the time to go back to Japanese class. I MISS JAPANESE CLASS LIKE CRAZY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/10334_299811995009_616390009_8951094_3278996_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/10334_299811995009_616390009_8951094_3278996_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sensei (second from left) and classmates from Pompoko class two years ago! (= We had all just been given the certificate of completion for the basic course and that was one of the last classes we had before the JLPT exam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-1392479950813262541?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1392479950813262541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1392479950813262541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/08/language-crisis.html' title='Language crisis'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5499650986444392717</id><published>2011-06-20T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:26:48.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some random cool stuff to distract you... haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. If you are right handed, you will tend to chew your food on your right side. If you are left handed, you will tend to chew your food on your left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. If you stop getting thirsty, you need to drink more water. For when a human body is dehydrated, its thirst mechanism shuts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. Your tongue is germ free only if it is pink. If it is white there is a thin film of bacteria on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. The Mercedes-Benz motto is "Das Beste oder Nichts" meaning "the best or nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. The Titanic was the first ship to use the SOS signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. The pupil of the eye expands as much as 45 percent when a person looks at something pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. The average person who stops smoking requires one hour less sleep a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the immune system. Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;10. The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;11. Dalmatians are born without spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;12. Bats always turn left when exiting a cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;13. The 'v' in the name of a court case does not stand for 'versus', but for 'and' (in civil proceedings) or 'against' (in criminal proceedings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;14. Men's shirts have the buttons on the right, but women's shirts have the buttons on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;15. The owl is the only bird to drop its upper eyelid to wink. All other birds raise their lower eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;16. The reason honey is so easy to digest is that it's already been digested by a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;17. Roosters cannot crow if they cannot extend their necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;18. The color blue has a calming effect. It causes the brain to release calming hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;19. Every time you sneeze some of your brain cells die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;20. Your left lung is smaller than your right lung to make room for your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;21. The verb "cleave" is the only English word with two synonyms which are antonyms of each other: adhere and separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;22. When you blush, the lining of your stomach also turns red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;23. When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;24. The first Harley Davidson motorcycle was built in 1903, and used a tomato can for a carburetor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;25. The lion that roars in the MGM logo is named Volney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;26. Google is actually the common name for a number with a million zeros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;27. Switching letters is called spoonerism. For example, saying jag of Flapan, instead of flag of Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;28. It cost 7 million dollars to build the Titanic and 200 million to make a film about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;29. The attachment of the human skin to muscles is what causes dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;30. There are 1,792 steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;31. The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;32. Human hair and fingernails continue to grow after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;33. It takes about 20 seconds for a red blood cell to circle the whole body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;34. The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;35. Most soccer players run 7 miles in a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;36. The only part of the body that has no blood supply is the cornea in the eye. It takes in oxygen directly from the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;37. Every day 200 million couples make love, 400,000 babies are born, and 140,000 people die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;38. In most watch advertisements the time displayed on the watch is 10:10 because then the arms frame the brand of the watch (and make it look like it&lt;br /&gt;is smiling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;39. Colgate faced big obstacle marketing toothpaste in Spanish speaking countries. Colgate translates into the command "go hang yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;40. The only 2 animals that can see behind itself without turning its head are the rabbit and the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;41. Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;42. The average person laughs 13 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;43. Do you know the names of the three wise monkeys? They are:Mizaru(See no evil), Mikazaru(Hear no evil), and Mazaru(Speak no evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;44. Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;45. German Shepherds bite humans more than any other breed of dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;46. Large kangaroos cover more than 30 feet with each jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;47. Whip makes a cracking sound because its tip moves faster than the speed of sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;48. Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped through a broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two hapless protesters to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;49. If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;50. The human heart creates enough pressure while pumping to squirt blood 30 feet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5499650986444392717?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5499650986444392717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5499650986444392717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-random-cool-stuff-to-distract-you.html' title='some random cool stuff to distract you... haha.'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2994149627250955502</id><published>2011-04-18T22:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:24:41.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Bieber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well. Most straight girls from ages 5 to 18 will be having a field day when they finally get to see their idol perform in tomorrow evening at the Singapore Indoor Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'M CURIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really. DAMN CURIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*more silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know tickets are probably all sold out, and being caught between (and possibly stampeded by) thousands of screaming little girls would probably land me up having to be on MC for the rest of the week... which is undesirable since the lifestyle team is currently stretched so thin that stretch marks might appear soon. (not literally, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's not the point. Nothing is the point. I'm not even sure what the point of this entry is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Except that I'm curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;About Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596935844524183986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UqF1uOwRT8/TaxPfyuD0bI/AAAAAAAACHI/z6Sqw4lzfj8/s400/horrified_woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, really. A lot of people from my age group just don't get it. They're all like "I don't understand the appeal of Justin Bieber!". But really, from what I see, WHAT'S THERE TO UNDERSTAND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I don't understand his appeal. That's because I'm not within his "targeted demographics"... so in this way, I will NEVER get what his appeal is. Besides, it's impossible for me to scream and go gaga over anyone younger than me because they'll always just be kids to me. It's just.... weird that way. Don't you think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only thing that you need to understand is that this kid is a money-making sensation and he is very much in demand now. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what am I curious about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..... I'm not really sure either. I guess I just wanna see how awesome he really is when he performs live. If he's even awesome in the first place. Kinda just wanna observe everyone's reactions to him and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't get why people keep bringing him down and flaming him... although his "baby baby baby" song makes me go a bit crazy when it keeps playing over and over in my head... but really, are you all just jealous or something? I don't get it. Who cares if the lyrics don't make sense to you? Maybe someone else out there can make sense of it? Why are people so strange like that. Just because you don't like or understand something doesn't mean it's wrong and doesn't mean others shouldn't appreciate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't even get what you don't get, but I get what you don't get so I'm telling you to just let it go because you'll never get it and there's really nothing much to get anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which brings me to the end of this completely pointless entry. I think that knock (earlier on) on my head made me type this pointless entry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and just for laughs, here's my favourite YouTube comedian's spoof of Justin Bieber. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="239"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ad-pxjmlpds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ad-pxjmlpds?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="239"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2994149627250955502?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2994149627250955502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2994149627250955502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/04/justin-bieber.html' title='Justin Bieber'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8UqF1uOwRT8/TaxPfyuD0bI/AAAAAAAACHI/z6Sqw4lzfj8/s72-c/horrified_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-6314542636554134617</id><published>2011-03-16T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:46:34.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about hairy stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came out of nowhere and I have no idea why I suddenly feel like talking about hair, but recently, I've been having some sort of cheap thrill blowing dry my hair every night after I wash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always disliked hair dryers because of the noise they make, and because I got my hair caught in it once when I was 15.... like, my hair went in by the back part, no idea how, and it got spun up inside the hair dryer, leaving me screaming in pain and dragging a lot of hair out of my scalp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I've never liked hair dryers. They give out heat (isn't the weather already warm enough?!), they're bad for the hair (in the long run) and I didn't even know how to use it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently, I somehow went and pick up the hair dryer (don't know what possessed me to do do), switched it up to the highest, and started dragging my hair with my brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheap thrill comes when I put the hair dryer SUPER DUPER CLOSE to my hair. Like, my hair would totally be screaming swear words at me if every strand had the ability of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun because I just have to go through the motion very slowly just ONCE, and my hair is 90% dry and completely straight. In just 3mins. Which is another reason why it's a thrill because it happens so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AWESOME IS THAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing it almost every night after I wash my hair. Awesome. End of random boring story. Pardon me if you think I just wasted a few minutes of your life making you read this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing about hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why guys think that hair is sexy, and that hair is the epitoma of manliness. Armpit hair, leg hair, pubic hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but that's gross. Eeeeeeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I think (I'm not forcing this on you, and it's just MY PERSONAL OPINION). Hair should only be on 3 places for ladies and 4 places for guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your scalp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your eyebrows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your eyelashes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever other facial hair (for guys)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest should be removed whenever possible. Arms, legs, armpits, private areas.... EVERYWHERE ELSE SHOULD BE HAIRLESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not a matter of manliness. It's more a matter of HYGIENE!!! Do you have any idea what kinda stuff could fester in your "bush"?!?! I don't even wanna think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we're at it, I might as well tell you that I practice what I preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shave my arms and legs and I go for brazilian waxes often enough. I pluck my eyebrows as often as I can, and I get very annoyed with the baby hairs on the corners of my face, but I seldom have time to go threading... so I'm working on that. I think I will go for threading soon... Just that I dread the pain on some parts of my face! I totally teared uncontrollably that time and the lady had to stop to dry my tears ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm working on it and I really wish all that hair could be removed once and for all and I don't need to suffer the pain over and over again. Although the pain gets a lot more tolerable with every experience. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I think I've run out of things to say about hair.... and I've given you TOO MUCH INFO about my grooming regime. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I FINALLY PUT ON FALSE LASHES BY MYSELF TONIGHT and I DIDN'T LOOK WEIRD!!!!! =D HAPPYYYYYYYYY. New skill in life... although a bit late, but better late then never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-6314542636554134617?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6314542636554134617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6314542636554134617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/03/talking-about-hairy-stuff.html' title='Talking about hairy stuff'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4277613361296363228</id><published>2011-02-20T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:17:27.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My obsession with dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already know or haven't already figured out, I was born in the year of the dragon (1988 whoohooo!) so I've always had this strange obsession and fascination with anything to do with dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I often wish I could see a dragon since it's the only creature from the 12 zodiac animals that no one has seen. Before you say that people who lived thousands of years ago have seen it, please try your best to have some brains and think before you shoot back at me (lots of smart asses out there lately), and TRY your best to understand that I'm referring to people of THIS CURRENT ERA. So, no, I doubt anyone has come up close with an actualy dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH TOTALLY ADDS TO THE AWESOMENESS AND COOLNESS OF IT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't even begin to imagine how proud I am to be born in the year of the Dragon. I have Dragon t-shirts, a cute baby Dragon pendant that my Mom bought for me, a really awesome Dragon ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnFiLCJaBTg/TWE4q79U6FI/AAAAAAAACG4/TB7Vx1iTRmc/s1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575800123961960530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnFiLCJaBTg/TWE4q79U6FI/AAAAAAAACG4/TB7Vx1iTRmc/s400/ring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually love the Dragon so much that if someone who isn't born in the year of the Dragon wears it, I start questioning them for the reason they're wearing it. Yes, I'm a bit weird to THAT extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As if only those born in the year of the Dragon have the right to wear Dragon stuff lor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit I'm crazy that way. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my obsession has spread to my mobile phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KifjiMG8-k/TWE4qmmMp1I/AAAAAAAACGo/EhBQArOLaSY/s1600/mobile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575800118227806034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KifjiMG8-k/TWE4qmmMp1I/AAAAAAAACGo/EhBQArOLaSY/s400/mobile1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, THE DRAGON (ON VTAY'S MOBILE PHONE)!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngPa-S42qnc/TWE4q5H7J0I/AAAAAAAACGw/Y3h8NQww5XI/s1600/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575800123201103682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngPa-S42qnc/TWE4q5H7J0I/AAAAAAAACGw/Y3h8NQww5XI/s400/dragon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take the close-up photo with a different mode since I couldn't get a clear shot of it with any other modes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T IT SUPER AWESOME?!?!?!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I can't get over how awesome it looks on my phone and I'm DAMN proud of it. LOVE. IT. TO. DEATH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm done with my random rant about Dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, in case you give a damn, I won't be around from Tuesday 22Feb till Friday 25Feb because I'm going on my birthday trip, YAYYYYY.....!!! =D My phone will be at Nokia Hospital for servicing so I shall be uncontactable and completely off the grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you when I'm back!!!&lt;br /&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/5804078-4277613361296363228?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4277613361296363228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4277613361296363228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-obsession-with-dragons.html' title='My obsession with dragons'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnFiLCJaBTg/TWE4q79U6FI/AAAAAAAACG4/TB7Vx1iTRmc/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4942594465113625162</id><published>2011-02-13T02:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T03:10:18.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arguing with myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 out of 10 people around me own iPhones. I have NO DESIRE whatsoever to own one. I completely and utterly FAIL to comprehend the supposed "awesomeness" of the iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll agree that there are a shack-load of apps and games available, and those games are pretty fun too! I was quite hooked on Tap Tap Revenge and Angry Birds for a while. But so many people around me already have the phone, so why should I bother getting it for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, when I'm bored, I'll just ask, "Hey, do you have Angry Birds in your iPhone?" and 80% of the time, the reply would be "YEAH!", to which, I will ask, "Can I play? Please?"..... and there you go. I get to play the damn game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the motivation to get my own iPhone then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that everyone should just STOP LETTING ME BORROW THEIR IPHONES so I can't enjoy the awesome games on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, ok lor. Whatever makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like my life is any better with those games. I don't feel any sense of loss not playing those games. I don't care for foursquare (which happens to also PISS ME OFF a lot since I have no interest where everyone "checks in" at...) and I don't care for any of those other apps. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you took all those away, the iPhone is essentially just a freakin' phone that allows you to call, send text messages, take pictures and listen to music... WHICH IS WHAT MOST OTHER PHONES IN THE MARKET DOES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, there's no keypad, so if the screen screws up, SAYONARA IPHONE. Oh yes, and from what I hear and observe, the iPhone's battery life SUCKS ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I wanna drag a freakin' charger around with me just to feed electricity to a stupid device that demands so much battery power just to run apps and games? WHY?!?!?!! I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, I carry a spare battery around for my Nokia N97, and I'm already grumbling a bit about how troublesome it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smartphones generally run on more power, that I can understand, so that stops me from grumbling too much about my N97.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I mention that I'm thinking of getting a new phone, my friends' face will light up with anticipation that my next line would be, "Should I get an iPhone?"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, if I do actually acquire a new phone, it'd be a Blackberry. Or another Nokia. So this is when their lit up faces turn into something a bit more crestfallen and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though, despite all the screw ups with my N97, I still think it's a bloody brilliant phone. It serves all my needs, has an awesome memory (32gb) and looks good. It's mostly my damn fault that it keeps screwing up because I've only had it temporarily fixed all the time. Having it fully fixed would require me to live without it for a few days, and I don't have a spare phone, so I haven't been willing to let Nokia take my beloved N97 away for even a few days. So my phone is just living with a permanent flu bug that comes back to haunt it every once in a while, which then pisses me BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think my phone's kinda dying from cancer now cuz the major applications (major organs) are failing one by one. WAKE UP CALL FOR ME TO GET THE POOR PHONE FIXED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire argument (with myself) started when I was window shopping and saw a whole boat-load of accessories for iPhones. They came in all the awesomest colours and combinations, including my favourite HOT PINK and SPARKLY materials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually contemplated getting an iPhone for the sake of the attractive accessories, but upon further debate, I realised that if I actually got an iPhone, I'd be having a lot more future unnecessary debates with myself about what to spend on to make my iPhone look awesome. Knowing me, I'll want ALL OF IT which means A LOT OF MONEY SPENT FOR NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion - what the hell, screw the iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall stick with thy N97.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I heard that Microsoft and Nokia are gonna work together to build a phone that KICKS IPHONE'S ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4942594465113625162?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4942594465113625162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4942594465113625162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/02/arguing-with-myself.html' title='Arguing with myself.'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-6280239510209245154</id><published>2011-02-09T20:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:40:39.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshlook Bloggers at Make Up Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I took so long put up all these photos of pretty girls. Better late than never right? Right. (self-professed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is what happened. Freshlook has a full range of really comfortable coloured contact lenses (which I really like A LOT), so since they can add colour to your eye's iris, why not teach your how to colour your eyelids to make it even better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these geniuses tied up with Make Up Store to educate some bloggers on matching make up colours with their contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they asked me if I'd go, I was thinking to myself, "Hell yeah! I'm hopeless at make up so I should probably learn a thing or two!".... and then I had conjunctivitis in my right eye that day so I couldn't put on the coloured contacts or put on any make up since the powder would aggravate my eyes. I hate having sensitive eyes... and sensitive skin... AIYA, SENSITIVE ANYTHING IS NO GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the make up lesson. Mr. Olle Johansson the make up guru gave us a quick demo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYVdS-0I/AAAAAAAACEE/np-JhM2fWJ0/s1600/P1060094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662342134102850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYVdS-0I/AAAAAAAACEE/np-JhM2fWJ0/s320/P1060094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYDn6mDI/AAAAAAAACD8/vrqPsaZvHBk/s1600/P1060088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662337346803762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYDn6mDI/AAAAAAAACD8/vrqPsaZvHBk/s320/P1060088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the demo, everyone got down to action and tried out make up on their own faces! (I obviously couldn't, so I somehow became the volunteer photographer for the rest of the evening... LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGb0uZtqI/AAAAAAAACGM/keW_j9Lp0wI/s1600/P1060157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663501578581666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGb0uZtqI/AAAAAAAACGM/keW_j9Lp0wI/s320/P1060157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGbztCqyI/AAAAAAAACGE/nz7aQ2kcI4Y/s1600/P1060153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663501304441634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGbztCqyI/AAAAAAAACGE/nz7aQ2kcI4Y/s320/P1060153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGblPJpJI/AAAAAAAACF8/A3Eskcxxt2U/s1600/P1060145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663497420973202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGblPJpJI/AAAAAAAACF8/A3Eskcxxt2U/s320/P1060145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGbbJXVGI/AAAAAAAACF0/-Mubw58gwmk/s1600/P1060138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663494712349794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGbbJXVGI/AAAAAAAACF0/-Mubw58gwmk/s320/P1060138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGAc-kw3I/AAAAAAAACFs/6x_ojJWk79c/s1600/P1060137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663031347495794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGAc-kw3I/AAAAAAAACFs/6x_ojJWk79c/s320/P1060137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGAAsZA_I/AAAAAAAACFk/FgZh2EJGJ4A/s1600/P1060135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663023755035634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGAAsZA_I/AAAAAAAACFk/FgZh2EJGJ4A/s320/P1060135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKF_28uw-I/AAAAAAAACFc/UEaIXyc1s0Y/s1600/P1060129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663021139215330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKF_28uw-I/AAAAAAAACFc/UEaIXyc1s0Y/s320/P1060129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKF_67KGHI/AAAAAAAACFU/WZ74sqI4egI/s1600/P1060122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663022206359666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKF_67KGHI/AAAAAAAACFU/WZ74sqI4egI/s320/P1060122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKF_pG_V8I/AAAAAAAACFM/G3xTaXGf5sY/s1600/P1060118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663017424148418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKF_pG_V8I/AAAAAAAACFM/G3xTaXGf5sY/s320/P1060118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFrBYB_LI/AAAAAAAACFE/lDV6Cie4z4c/s1600/P1060117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662663160822962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFrBYB_LI/AAAAAAAACFE/lDV6Cie4z4c/s320/P1060117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFrB9dGJI/AAAAAAAACE8/zUAsRcvrhtE/s1600/P1060115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662663317788818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFrB9dGJI/AAAAAAAACE8/zUAsRcvrhtE/s320/P1060115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFqwp3L1I/AAAAAAAACE0/pkT0WOA2eqg/s1600/P1060113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662658672209746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFqwp3L1I/AAAAAAAACE0/pkT0WOA2eqg/s320/P1060113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFqxbgOhI/AAAAAAAACEs/MmZ70GgWrGM/s1600/P1060109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662658880420370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFqxbgOhI/AAAAAAAACEs/MmZ70GgWrGM/s320/P1060109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFqvdmI9I/AAAAAAAACEk/phY_Dc40z24/s1600/P1060106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662658352325586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFqvdmI9I/AAAAAAAACEk/phY_Dc40z24/s320/P1060106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYoWc92I/AAAAAAAACEc/8c8whQgRFyY/s1600/P1060104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662347205670754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYoWc92I/AAAAAAAACEc/8c8whQgRFyY/s320/P1060104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYkCy0wI/AAAAAAAACEU/RRXmPt5NX34/s1600/P1060102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662346049475330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYkCy0wI/AAAAAAAACEU/RRXmPt5NX34/s320/P1060102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYYkH93I/AAAAAAAACEM/1P6_Jqlt0kc/s1600/P1060100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571662342968047474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYYkH93I/AAAAAAAACEM/1P6_Jqlt0kc/s320/P1060100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results? Pretty girls with wonderful make up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGjZjxBOI/AAAAAAAACGc/pRPn36ywjTI/s1600/P1060164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663631725167842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGjZjxBOI/AAAAAAAACGc/pRPn36ywjTI/s320/P1060164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGcDHqeOI/AAAAAAAACGU/ak2HKrfzVis/s1600/P1060162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571663505442633954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKGcDHqeOI/AAAAAAAACGU/ak2HKrfzVis/s320/P1060162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I wonder when the day will come when I actually apply PROPER make up on my own face. I'm turning 23 soon man. I'm thinking it might never happen until my wrinkles show up and I'm desperate to hide them. Even then, I feel like I wanna age gracefully so maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever. I'll deal with it when the time comes. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there's a "Eye For Beauty Challenge" going on now... Basically, you and your bestie should enter the contest together if you both have AWESOME make up abilities! You can find more details at &lt;a href="http://www.eyeforbeauty.sg/"&gt;www.eyeforbeauty.sg&lt;/a&gt;... faster, go see now! Attractive prices to be won ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, my bestie and I both suck tragically at make up, so it won't be happening for me! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day soon, I will finally put on that pair of false lashes I bought. SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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;/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/5804078-6280239510209245154?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6280239510209245154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6280239510209245154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/02/freshlook-bloggers-at-make-up-store.html' title='Freshlook Bloggers at Make Up Store'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TVKFYVdS-0I/AAAAAAAACEE/np-JhM2fWJ0/s72-c/P1060094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5490113076724264805</id><published>2011-01-29T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:52:05.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi and Bye before CNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update about what the hell I've been doing after work and during weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, SHOOTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo7q06QeI/AAAAAAAACDQ/0fYXvdEW3CY/s1600/shootingme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567620044910379490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo7q06QeI/AAAAAAAACDQ/0fYXvdEW3CY/s400/shootingme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I went shooting at the Singapore Gun Club with some friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo8GZVIZI/AAAAAAAACDg/DdlnFQgqeeE/s1600/shooting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567620052310892946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo8GZVIZI/AAAAAAAACDg/DdlnFQgqeeE/s400/shooting2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the stuff you shoot outta the gun... It's a shotgun (for those who can't tell... cuz I personally know shit about guns so I wouldn't know if I wasn't told) and the recoil was so strong it kept throwing me back and hitting me in my shoulder and uh... that part between the chest and the shoulder, whatever the hell you call it! BAHHHH. Had me aching for a week!!! &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(*added in on 1st Feb: forgot to tell you that my score was 8/25!!!! not bad for first timer right!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'm just a weakling who hasn't exercized for way too long, happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo700w97I/AAAAAAAACDY/VAJN7oMWyfk/s1600/shooting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567620047594125234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo700w97I/AAAAAAAACDY/VAJN7oMWyfk/s400/shooting1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day pass thingy... I think I had to pay $65 the first time... but if you go, don't throw away the blue card... You only need to pay $40 the next time you go. $25 registration fees will be waived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I've been doing... is going out and partying. I still don't have time to load up all the photos, and when I'm partying for real, I leave my camera in the bag, locked up in the locker, and I just go for it. Haha! So I'll just be patient and wait for some people to upload their photos and ask them politely if I could have those with me in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo8R0xBuI/AAAAAAAACDw/Vx5srOchC4E/s1600/overeasy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567620055378757346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo8R0xBuI/AAAAAAAACDw/Vx5srOchC4E/s400/overeasy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chilling at Overeasy some time last week or the previous week (can't remember, lost track of time) with KS and the entire bunch... but this here with me is Suzen. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo8fMyvPI/AAAAAAAACDo/PnHUguZnyPY/s1600/overeasy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567620058969193714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo8fMyvPI/AAAAAAAACDo/PnHUguZnyPY/s400/overeasy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't go party everyday. Impossible. I'll just die. Haha. And my body still hasn't adjusted nicely to the new sleeping hours and my new healthier diet... so I will die if I go party everyday. But I do go out and meet friends for dinner or to walk around and shop a bit before heading back to rest for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna ask me how I know my body's affected by the change in those things... Well, let's just say that only GIRLS will understand it... Since the symptoms can only be felt by females cuz males don't get THAT stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I end off, here's a peak at the embarassing thing I did to my new desk at AsiaOne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQnpzBCxUI/AAAAAAAACDI/wv3JCqhIqVk/s1600/embarassing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567618638359479618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQnpzBCxUI/AAAAAAAACDI/wv3JCqhIqVk/s400/embarassing2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoomed in version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQnpiY204I/AAAAAAAACDA/Q2-LcW0gfqY/s1600/embarassing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567618633895957378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQnpiY204I/AAAAAAAACDA/Q2-LcW0gfqY/s400/embarassing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL right. I'm so embarassing some times, I wonder how I live with myself. Hahahahahaha. I think my colleagues think I'm a goof or something. HAHA. Gonna be shifting desk again due to re-shuffling, and I think I'll be shifting that embarassing poster along with me... hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually bought a photo frame for the other embarassing photo that I've been plastering all over the place. But I'm not gonna plaster it here now... you can just click on my FB profile badge on the left sidebar if you can be bothered. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's just a few days away! I know I won't be here much... got lotsa photos to update! Still owe Make Up Store their entry here... So... Meh. I'll do it soon, promise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI to you!!! Happy lunar new year and may you remain healthy and prosper in the year of the Rabbit! HUAT AHHHH!!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5490113076724264805?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5490113076724264805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5490113076724264805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-update-about-what-hell-ive-been.html' title='Hi and Bye before CNY!'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TUQo7q06QeI/AAAAAAAACDQ/0fYXvdEW3CY/s72-c/shootingme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-3100465578229138797</id><published>2011-01-27T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:29:13.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy playing and busy resting...</title><content type='html'>Pardon me for the neglect again! I think is what happens when you didn't have a life for too long. These days, I've been partying and having fun with a vengeance during weekends, and everyday after work, I either chill with friends, or head home to catch up on sleep for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sucks that my body still refuses to adjust to the new sleep timings though. I could damn well sleep at 10pm but I'll wake up at 12am and can't get to sleep until 3am or 4am at times, then I have to wake up at 7.30am for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure that I'll be over it soon enough. It's been almost a month. I think one month isn't enough to overcome something that I've been doing for 5 years right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, got lotsa photos, will put them up soon for you to kaypo and spy secretly from behind your computer screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthanxbai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-3100465578229138797?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3100465578229138797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3100465578229138797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-playing-and-busy-resting.html' title='Busy playing and busy resting...'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-6048606951360874069</id><published>2011-01-08T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:40:46.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparkly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sequin'/><title type='text'>SPARKLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I forgot to mention that I bought this sparkly make up bag from Make Up Store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TSgGfwPqpEI/AAAAAAAACC4/k9KLkiFwuDE/s1600/make%2Bup%2Bbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559700882585199682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TSgGfwPqpEI/AAAAAAAACC4/k9KLkiFwuDE/s400/make%2Bup%2Bbag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I swear it looks WAYYYYYY more awesome and sparkly in reality. IT'S SO SPARKLY, I'M GONNA DIE!!! It's sitting nicely and being pretty and sparkly in my bag now. You know how it's almost impossible to make sequins look awesome on camera... I couldn't take a flattering photo of it, and I'm guessing neither could the peeps at MUS... hurhurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I had to say. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-6048606951360874069?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6048606951360874069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6048606951360874069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/01/sparkly.html' title='SPARKLY!!!'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TSgGfwPqpEI/AAAAAAAACC4/k9KLkiFwuDE/s72-c/make%2Bup%2Bbag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-1904687826781343848</id><published>2011-01-08T13:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:16:34.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asiaone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Surviving the 1st week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh... it's not as bad as it sounds. Surviving the first week at AsiaOne didn't kill me! Yay! Actually, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't emphasize more on how much I enjoy learning new things. Really. Everyday is a new challenge since I'm still new and there's a lot more for me to learn, and even with what I already know how to do now, it's a race against time every single day. Chasing pageviews is not easy. Towards the end of the week, I didn't even feel like going for lunch because I kept telling myself that I shouldn't waste time and every moment I have at work should be spent pushing stories out so that we get pageviews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I won't kill myself doing it. I'm just saying that I'm enjoying what I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? At least I'm blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog yesterday evening but I had to help out at an event after work so I didn't blog... and I was dead tired by the time the event ended at midnight... I totally lost track of time and thought that yesterday was thursday... TIME PASSED SO FAST OMGGGGGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of work was awesome... cuz I actually got to go shopping after work! =D I've been needing a new external hard drive for a long long long time, and when I was wih Razor, I never had time to go get it. So I was DAMN DAMN DAMN HAPPY when I managed to finally buy it on monday. I even had PLENTY of time to compare prices and confuse myself with all the brands that are available now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TEARS OF JOY* please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest friend in UK (real name is Piers, southpark name is Cartman, although he's nowhere as fat as the fat ass) was laughing at me as I was totally being hyper about finishing work early and actually having time to hit town for some shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's not such a big deal for most normal people, but last year I wasn't working very normal hours... So cut me some slack and let me go a bit insane over a tiny bit of normalcy in life... until it wears off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is Cartman and I at Merlion Park when he came over last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TSgBCDZhQVI/AAAAAAAACCw/HAe3b1SAvWc/s1600/me%2Bpiers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TSgBCDZhQVI/AAAAAAAACCw/HAe3b1SAvWc/s400/me%2Bpiers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559694874772586834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I got to bring him to more places! Work schedule didn't allow for much of it, plus there was some reshuffling in my life so it was a bit tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTMAN! The next time you come visit Singapore, I promise I'll spend more time with you and take you to more awesome places that you didn't get to visit the last time, ok! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side to my new job is that I have to wake up at 7am everyday... which is something I'm not used to yet since I went to bed between 2 to 4am previously, so my body just refuses to go to sleep any earlier... Haven't had much rest as a result, and I was down with sore throat and flu towards thursday and friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I hadn't half-killed my body so badly. I didn't use to fall sick so easily. But after the ordeal I put myself through last year from may to august, I think there's just no turning back, and I just have to deal with it for the rest of my life or something... But it's not like I'll die, so heck lah, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just DON'T UNDERSTAND that I'm human... made of flesh and blood... capable of catching all sorts of illness like everyone else... and that insufficient rest causes a weak immune system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. *snaps out of it* HAPPIER DAYS NOW!!! I'm sure I'll adjust to the new sleeping hours soon enough and I'll be even happier than I already am! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that I got to go for dinner and drinks with Rachel and Isaac mid-week... will try to do it again with more of my beloved Razor colleagues in the coming week... They were nice to me while others' weren't and I just can't express how thankful I am to have had them around me. Things would have been a lot worst without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT, my desktop has disappeared once and for all. Like, all the bloody icons on my desktop just vanished, and my desktop is completely empty now. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY COM???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screammmmmms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-1904687826781343848?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1904687826781343848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1904687826781343848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/01/surviving-1st-week.html' title='Surviving the 1st week'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/TSgBCDZhQVI/AAAAAAAACCw/HAe3b1SAvWc/s72-c/me%2Bpiers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-3380497785839687374</id><published>2011-01-03T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:56:21.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back to VanessaTay.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 at AsiaOne. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful that the new year would be awesome and full of ups and downs. Can't say that I've lived in vain for 22 years. Pretty darn eventful. A bit too eventful and dramatic at times, but I guess more action is better than boring nothingness right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just HAD to say something to go along with my updated blog layout. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't change my banner after many people adviced me against it. And honestly, I still can't think of a better banner than my own face. So until I get more inspired, deal with it, and have a happy 2011. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to VanessaTay.com... (= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-3380497785839687374?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3380497785839687374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3380497785839687374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-of-2011.html' title='Welcome back to VanessaTay.com'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-6204682306683574239</id><published>2010-11-20T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:10:44.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog facelift</title><content type='html'>Yeap. Fixing up my blog. Got sick of how it looked. Not the banner (how could I get sick of looking at 7 versions of my narcissistic face?) of course, DUH, but the general layout and all. And now, I caused the banner to be slanted to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I fix this crap up... I think I just screwed up the script AGAIN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-6204682306683574239?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6204682306683574239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6204682306683574239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-facelift.html' title='Blog facelift'/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4339195217815849947</id><published>2010-10-04T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:11:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROBLEM SOLVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I downloaded a tamagotchi application for my phone. Meet &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;FEEESH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tama-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 504px; HEIGHT: 397px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tama-1.jpg" width="645" height="525" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's kinda blurry because I just couldn't get a good focus... and my phone's screen protector is glossy so if I went too close, you'll just be staring at my camera's reflection -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here it is with poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tama2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 361px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tama2-1.jpg" width="594" height="532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It pooped just as I clicked... which is probably why it looks so pleased with itself and its poop. HAHAHAH. I'm being weird here, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best part of it is that you can choose the colour of the background. I guess that's as good as it gets...? Can't ask for too much right? I chose a pink background but the colour wouldn't come out right in the photo so I tweaked the levels to make it look like what it is... (therefore all other colours are distorted... my phone is white, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tamapink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 511px; HEIGHT: 388px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tamapink.jpg" width="577" height="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY, &lt;em&gt;END OF MY TAMAGOTCHI PROBLEM&lt;/em&gt;!!! Ok, so it can't mate and all... but whatever. Compromise, right? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving on with life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4339195217815849947?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4339195217815849947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4339195217815849947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/10/problem-solved-i-downloaded-tamagotchi.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-8059647698995990276</id><published>2010-10-02T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T18:13:58.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My obsession and need for a pet has underminded my desire to boast about learning how to cycle so the cycling thing shall be postponed yet again. I've been wanting to get a dog for the longest time so I can have something to shower my love on (i forgive you for thinking i'm an emotionless automaton) but since I can't have a dog running around for many many reasons, I got bloody enlightened and came up with the bright idea of having yet another electronic pet - the TAMAGOTCHI!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a few tamagotchis throughout my primary and secondary school days, and even a few random "pariah" ones like raku raku and another one that I can't recall what it's called... and also the Digimons that boys played... I was quite tomboyish before I turned 10 so that kinda explains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unknowingly, I began my massive research on the history of Tamagotchi and Digimon... so prepared for digital pets overload!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the first version of tamagotchi looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 264px" border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tamagotchifirstgen2.jpg" width="488" height="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plain and boring with monsters that looked like this if they were coloured -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 256px" border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/uglytamafirstgen.jpg" width="365" height="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had one or two of those in primary 2 or 3 because some rich girls in school had a whole chain of it and decided to give me her least favourite one. I didn't manage to keep it alive without my Mom's help, but one day when my Mom forgot to feed it, I returned from school to a dead chick soul with a halo on it and a grave with a crucifix above it. MY TAMAGOTCHI WAS CHRISTIAN AND I DIDN'T KNOW ALL ALONG! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later on, when I started whining about tamagotchis again (I was admittedly a weird kid), my Dad bought me this imitation thing called "Raku Raku Dinokun"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/rakurakupackage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had the red one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/rakuraku.gif" width="194" height="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, that's how it looked like when it died. Mine just stopped functioning entirely one day... just. like. that. )= I liked it though... it was so cute! The pixels were much larger than the others! And the baby dinosaur was the cutest damn thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next in line was the digimon. It was a boy's toy, but since I was totally boyish and loved the idea of seeing monsters fight, I got it anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/digimonfirstgen.jpg" width="574" height="423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST GENERATION DIGIMONS!!!! The type that you have to join physically at the top to battle!! Bloody old school eh??? =D I wonder who could even remember these... I think only weird geeks like me. Hmm. But when they created the cartoon and the ugly slimy Numemon was animated... it looked like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Numemon.jpg" width="286" height="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm really sorry, but if you didn't take care of the digimon well, it would evolve to this ugly thing as an adult and it SPAT SHIT when it was fighting! I'M NOT KIDDING!!! I dreaded getting the "shit-mon" so much. By the way, I only know it's called Numemon because that's what the image was named when I googled for it! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last I saw or heard of digimon, it looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 331px" border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/uglydigimon.jpg" width="282" height="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At that time, I was completely disinterested in that stuff... I think I was too busy discovering puppy love... and why would I be interested in something that looked like a walkie-talkie? Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So moving on, new versions of the tamagotchi got released while I was about 15 or 16. This time, the tamagotchis could mate via infrared! I got bored in school so I bought myself one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tamagotchimine.jpg" width="264" height="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This yellow and orange one is the exact one I used to have... I think it was the first version that had infrared. After I got it, my close friends also got theirs, so our tamagotchis were having affairs in our classrooms. Hahahahaa... There were plenty of other designs too! Too many to keep track... but here's another two which came out later than mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 179px" border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tamagotchi2.jpg" width="281" height="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 213px" border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tamagotchi1.jpg" width="212" height="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually got a pair of these newer version tamagotchis as a gift from a friend but they don't work anymore. So sad! My friend bought me a pair so that I could mate them both. HAHAHAHAHA!!! When both turned out female, I kept resetting one so that I could have a male and they'd mate. CHEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Around the same time, I discovered Cube World. It's like... human tamagotchi or something, except that you could buy as many cubes as you want and stack them all up like how Singapore stacks HDB flats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You start with a pair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 277px" border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/cubes.jpg" width="428" height="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you remain obsessed (and not broke) for long enough, you'd have an entire block of cube people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Cubeworldstacked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think you gotta feed those people like how you feed tamagotchis... I can't remember how it worked since I never owned any of those... but I know that the stick people living in the cubes could interact and fight with each other and visit each others' cubes... I read that they could totally have sex or something, but I don't know how true it is. Then again, if tamagotchis could mate, SO COULD STICK PEOPLE LIVING IN CUBES!!! ...... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also came across this human player thingy by Bandai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bandai-human-player-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I don't care about it. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The latest version of tamagotchi is called Tamagotchi-ID (who knows why) and it's freakin' full-coloured! It's bloody amusing like how our mobile phones evolved from Nokia 8310 to Nokia 7210! From no colour (or two colours) to being totally full coloured and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tamagotchi_id_pink.jpg" width="276" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one! IT'S SO PRETTY!!!!! And I guess someone did me a favour by comparing the thickness of the older version of tama and the newer one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 419px; HEIGHT: 281px" border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/thenandnowtama.png" width="484" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what's the tragic thing though? One of these pretty coloured ones cost &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;$130&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; each. Yes. It's depressing just thinking about it. WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE?!?!!!!! I wouldn't even buy it for myself, much less buy it for my child if I had one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then again, rich people (who have never been poor) are largely irrational and don't understand that spoiling their kids is a damaging thing. But they wouldn't really buy that crap for their kids if they already got some freakin' Xbox or Nintendo DS lite that has a whole lot more games in them, right? I only got my Nintendo DS lite when I was 20 and it was a gift from an ex-bf. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRAINWAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If there was a digital pet game I could download for my Nintendo DS lite, I wouldn't have to waste money on the tamagotchi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now you know. VTay is just a retarded geek who hides at home, camps in front of my laptop and googles for all sorts of nonsense like freakin' Tamagotchi and digital people who live in cubes. Great. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-8059647698995990276?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8059647698995990276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8059647698995990276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-obsession-and-need-for-pet-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4084126169817251473</id><published>2010-09-30T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:57:00.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have a brilliant reason for my disappearance. I wanted to blog about my cycling thing (I WAS SOOOOOO EXCITED OMG) but then my computer went bitch on me and suddenly the photos didn't exist anymore and after awhile, everything reappeared again like freakin' magic... so i WILL blog soon! This weekend. PROMISE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4084126169817251473?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4084126169817251473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4084126169817251473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-brilliant-reason-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4202289812466014118</id><published>2010-09-05T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:12:05.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;11 reasons why I think I might be dying...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(or at least, aging prematurely.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) My idea of an ideal way to spend a day off work (or just a day to relax) is to sleep in, read a book in bed even after I'm awake, and then get up and make a warm drink, and then read more... or sleep more... or watch some videos online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) My peers are clubbing and partying almost every other night (or at least on "happening" nights), but everyday after work, I immediately head home, shower, go online for a bit (some times not at all) and then completely knock out, dead to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I don't even have the desire to club or party or hang around late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Crowds drive me mad and make me claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) If I'm at home, I could actually go through an entire day not wanting to go near my laptop if I can help it because I'm always online at work. I'm convinced that the whole Terminator saga will come true soon enough as long as we all continue doing what we're doing with the internet and with all the machines. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) I have no desire to going out and do some insane shopping marathon for 8 hours like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) 6 years back, I was able to roam the streets in 4 inch killer stilettoes for 8 hours straight. Today, I can't last an hour without having to sit down and "rest my legs" in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) I can actually say "6 years back" and not sound completely ridiculous. If a 16 year old said "6 years back, I was blahblahblah..." you'd just laugh and tell the kid to shut up because 6 years ago, he/she would just be a 10 year old primary 4 kid who knew nothing of the world. Or at least, not much of it outside of what the books taught them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) I've been drinking many warms drinks these days because it makes me feel nice and warm. In the recent past, I thought that warm drinks should be banned in Singapore due to the warm weather. Warm and warm shouldn't go together............. until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) I'm cutting down on sugar and trying to curb my sugar addiction because I don't wanna die too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11) If I ever hang out with friends and we go "get a drink", my drink never alcoholic. It's either just boring old OJ, or some random ice blended drink. My peers are guzzling alcohol and are still totally alive. More alive than I am, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe I'm actually sitting down and typing this nonsense out while attempting some kind of rationalization to convince myself that I'm not really dying or something lame like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On hindsight, yesterday was the FIRST weekend that I actually dragged myself to step outta the house. Met up with Wendy for dinner and then caught Vampires Suck (sucked like it should, which was awesome! haha..) and just got some drinks to chill... Nice, quiet and peaceful. WHICH LEADS ME BACK TO THINK THAT I MIGHT REALLY BE DYING!!! Garr. You know, I even kinda secretly dreaded having to go to town to meet Wendy because I didn't wanna be caught in the crowd and all. I'm such a bloody granny... I'm annoying myself. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, some yummy photos of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;scarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;colourful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ice cream that Wendy and I had for dessert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/colourful1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/colourful2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's so &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;COLOURFUL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm gonna dieee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/colourful3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wendy's adventurous ice cream was&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; BLUE&lt;/span&gt;, for crying out loud. It even had some sort of exciting name related to skiing and going off the cliff or something like that. Hahaha! I can't remember because I have no short term memory to speak of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/icecreamwendy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She loved her ice cream so much and was completely thrilled about having a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue tongue and blue teeth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Just this afternoon, she sent me an SMS and told me that the blue dye was so potent that she had&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; blue poop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oops, sorry, too much info! Hahahahahahaha I just thought it was&lt;u&gt; bloody amusing&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/colourful4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;murderously-chocolatey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ensemble that looked like it might send me straight to &lt;u&gt;chocolate hell&lt;/u&gt; if I consumed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="vanessatay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/icecream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;EET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I COULD DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yea, if you haven't caught Vampires Suck, WATCH IT. It's so so so bloody lame!!! But that's how it's meant to be... I love those lampooning geniuses! HAha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, my abrupt end~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4202289812466014118?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4202289812466014118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4202289812466014118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/09/11-reasons-why-i-think-i-might-be-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-7552792302029594861</id><published>2010-08-30T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:41:31.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yay. I finally have time to update a little about my life. I think I've said this before a few years back, but I should just say it again since it's swimming around in my mind, but I really wish blogger could microchip me so that as and when I think about something worthy of blogging, I could just activate the microchip and let my thoughts be captured right here on this blog. Saves me the trouble of having to remember stuff and type it all out! Most of the time, I just end up forgetting everything anyways. No short-term memory to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyhoo, after 2 years of talking about Natsu Matsuri aka Summer Festival, I finally got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So the lot of us gathered at Min's house to dress up... Min and Wendy aren't included in the photos (actually Min was but I had to crop her out) cuz they wanna remain invisible and I totally respect that... So Mei An, Stella and I are left in the photos.... all nicely dressed in our yukatas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/1-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/2-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was quite excited cuz I finally got to wear a yukata! I think my yukata is pretty! RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/P1050523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That was the first time I wore flowers in my hair. You can only see one cuz the other one is on the other side... you'll see it in the subsequent shots, I'm sure. I'm lazy, ok, I know. Anyways, it's damn AWESOME to have long hair cuz I just used the hair stick and held the bun in place for the whole ENTIRE DAY!!! Damn shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So once I got there, it was time to work! (Not all fun and games ok... you think so good ah?) Anyways, since it was gonna be interesting, I proposed it to my supervisor to do a story on the event... and it got passed, so YAY (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;First up was my interview with the very kind Secretary General of the Japanese Association of Singapore, Mr. Sugino Kazuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/3-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And after that was done, I went on to DASH to the food stalls!!!! I dashed for the candy apple, but I was NOT FAST ENOUGH and it was SOLD OUT!!! Just within half an hour of the opening! Mehhhhhh )= But oh well, I found a guy who was lucky enough to get hold of one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/9-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LUCKYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then on to visit more stalls and interview some random people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/5-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/4-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wendy was damn awesome taking all those shots... I didn't know she was snapping away cuz I was too bothered with working, but boy am I glad that she took all those photos! ARIGATO GOZAIMASU, WENDY SAN!!!!! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/6-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There you go. That's how we shot the opening of the first clip of the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/7-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't even remember what was up with this shot... I can't even remember what I was saying!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://VanessaTay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/8-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And that's me (and Mei An behind me) on stage being part of the Bon Odori (Odori = Dance). Everyone thought it was a brilliant idea and I was so malu.... but ok la, didn't turn out so bad afterall! hahahahaaaaa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so here's the part where I spam you with the videos from the Japanese Summer Festival! As usual, just click on the screenshot and it'll lead you there, and if that fails (although it shouldn't), click on the direct link beneathe each screenshot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52976.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/nm1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty girls in yukatas!&lt;br /&gt;(Japanese Summer Festival Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52976.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52976.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52974.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/nm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello yukata hunks!&lt;br /&gt;(Japanese Summer Festival Part 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52974.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52974.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52972.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/nm3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Candy apple and "yaki" galore&lt;br /&gt;(Japanese Summer Festival Part 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52972.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52972.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52970.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/nm4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's do the Bon dance!&lt;br /&gt;(Japanese Summer Festival Part 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52970.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52970.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52968.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/nm5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No more goldfish scooping!&lt;br /&gt;(Japanese Summer Festival Part 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52968.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/52968.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Till next week.... kthnxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-7552792302029594861?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7552792302029594861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7552792302029594861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/08/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-7793765312059654681</id><published>2010-08-30T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:50:46.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sponsored post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;In case you haven't taken a closer look at me and my horrific face, I have really fat lips and I can't say I like them all that much, but what can I do? I was born with it so I gotta deal with it! Naturally, I've always had the habit to have lip balm with me all the time because I can't afford to have dry and chapped lips since it's just completely unsightly for a girl (or a vain girl like me) to have chapped lips, and since my lips are too noticeable to hide. I vociferously apply and re-apply lip balm everyday throughout the entire freakin' day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ok, so a few days back, this lot of super colourful and super yummy lip balms found their way to yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510882893101786242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/THqWyxob5II/AAAAAAAACBA/IZhPK-oJ-hE/s400/advlipbalm3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;This &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; lot each contain natural fruit juice (YUMMMYYYYY) and honey! So basically, it smells good and tastes good, but most importantly, it's good for your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510882903573001170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/THqWzYo989I/AAAAAAAACBI/lhtGsJgAzSI/s400/advlipbalm4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;These other 2 are more medicinal and taste just like how lip balm should taste - pretty much tasteless. The cool thing about these 2 is that it's oval shaped instead of circular so that you can reach right to the corners of your mouth when you apply it! Having chapped corners on your lips is so not pretty, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510882907717079154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/THqWzoE_kHI/AAAAAAAACBQ/8MCrh1Saqhg/s400/advlipbalm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;When I saw the colourful lot, I wanted to eat it altogether with the packaging they came in!!!! (worst still, I'm now hungry as I type this... lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Anyways, after a few days of trying them all out and trying not to swallow the yummy fruity ones whole, I have found my personal favourite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510882921512122354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/THqW0bd_N_I/AAAAAAAACBY/p8iJfDXp-Ng/s400/advlipbalm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;TA-DA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yes, it turned out that while the super yummy and fruity ones were, well, supper yummy and fruity, I really appreciate the moisturizing effect and the medicinal stuff in the cool oval ones because: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;1) They don't taste like anything, so they won't affect the taste of whatever I was eating or drinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;2) The oval corners are DAMN USEFUL when re-applying because they really DO reach the corners of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;For gluttons like me who eat MANY times a day and therefore wipe your mouths as many times, the oval one is super cool because wiping your lips too much can make it drier than it actually was so this one restores the moisture... and most importantly, it doesn't get in your way of tasting your food as it is! The fruity ones taste awesome on their own, but I got a bit annoyed after awhile when I was trying to eat some carrot cake and I kept having to taste fruits before I tasted carrot cake. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Anyways, for those who like to have some sort of yummy taste, go for the yummy fruity "Mentholatum Mogitate Kajitsu", but for those who prefer something less exciting but equally (if not more) effective, go for the oval-shaped "Mentholatum Deep Moist" lip balms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-7793765312059654681?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7793765312059654681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7793765312059654681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/08/sponsored-post-in-case-you-havent-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/THqWyxob5II/AAAAAAAACBA/IZhPK-oJ-hE/s72-c/advlipbalm3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4944681356449029527</id><published>2010-08-23T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:16:11.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanted to share something nice that I read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left, except for Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wealth was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Wealth, can you take me with you?" Wealth answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," vanity answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh... Love, I am so sad that I need to be my myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was too happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed to the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowldege smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4944681356449029527?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4944681356449029527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4944681356449029527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-wanted-to-share-something-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4305836123399220635</id><published>2010-08-22T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:22:16.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/THEkUxPU20I/AAAAAAAACAY/ntolODkOv34/s1600/are-you-smarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508223758484429634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/THEkUxPU20I/AAAAAAAACAY/ntolODkOv34/s320/are-you-smarter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, just take this into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lot of people are not within the top 10% of their cohorts while they were in school. How "Are you smarter than a fifth grader works", in case you somehow haven't already heard of it, is that they get the super mega clever kids who are the cream of the crop to be in the show, and then get a whole lot of regular adults to go take part, thinking that fifth grade stuff would be totally easy and that it's easy money. Knowing most adults, they'd be thinking "hah! how can I not be smarter than a fifth grader??" anyways. Well, that's where their downfall and embarassment on national TV begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's just pretend that 5th grade = Primary 5, in local context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Using myself as an example, well, I was an average student in primary school... sucked at maths, but everything else was just average. Moving on to the next level just required me to pass all my subjects, or at least my overall average for 4 subjects. Just getting a passing grade alone does NOT mean that I know EVERYTHING that I'm supposed to know from that year! Up till now, there are still some things that I have yet to grasp from primary school. Yes, I'll admit it, and everyone should too because there's NOTHING embarassing about it... only the top students know everything or almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now, as a 22 year old, primary 5 was 11 years ago. I haven't been using and applying those stuff that I learnt back then, so how could I possibly go on the show and beat a kid who is still in school and has all the info fresh in his/her mind? THAT DOESN'T WORK! But does that mean I'm not as smart as a fifth grader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO, IT DOESN'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can a fifth grader do everything that I'm doing now? Can a fifth grader go through with my uni degree and pass the modules? Can a fifth grader take care of himself/herself like I can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO, THEY CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because I don't remember the stuff I learnt in primary 5 does not make me dumber than a primary 5 kid because there are a whole lot of things that I can do. Which is why I'm completely disturbed when people watch the TV programme and LAUGH AT THE POOR CONTESTANTS who can't answer those elementary school questions... seriously. It's not even that funny, and can't everyone just see the flaw in the logic behind it??? "Are you smarter than a fifth grader" is NOT an awesome show. It just doesn't even make sense. Even "Who wants to be a millionaire" makes more sense than that... at least those questions they ask are genuinely about general knowledge, and it's not like you have to be really educated to know it all... you just have to be well-read and have a bit of luck on your side in terms of the questions that you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, therefore, I am NOT CONVINCED by "Are you smarter than a 5th grader"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note... I'm thinking of having a chalet soon! =D Friends who are invited will receive SMSes from me soon once details are confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I have a whole bunch of video links to post, and photos too! But I'll save it for a separate entry so that it's not so messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4305836123399220635?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4305836123399220635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4305836123399220635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/08/ok-just-take-this-into-consideration.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/THEkUxPU20I/AAAAAAAACAY/ntolODkOv34/s72-c/are-you-smarter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-3252752427153270496</id><published>2010-08-14T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:37:10.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG. Our YOG flame is not just a normal cauldron thingy like everyone else's. Our's has a freakin' VORTEX!!!!! IT'S SO AWESOME I'M GONNA DIEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M SO PROUD OF SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO PROUD THAT I HAVE TO TYPE IN CAPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, I'm gonna alter the layout of my blog soon.... need to incorporate some stuff into the sidebar but need to make sure it doesn't look unsightly... i've been thinking hard about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY FOR THE FIRST YOUTH OLYMPIC GAMES IN SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE TO GO AND SEE THE FREAKIN' AWESOME VORTEX MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;IT'S SO AWESOME I'M GONNA DIEEEEE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-3252752427153270496?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3252752427153270496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3252752427153270496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-8686643164040535882</id><published>2010-07-31T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:44:20.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally back! The worst of my exams are over... all that's left is the Media Relations exam and I've been doing fine for that module so I'm not getting sleepless nights over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok before I delve into another weird rant, I shall bombard you with my vacation photos from Bangkok! I went with my Mom and sis... and the best parts of the trip were the plane rides to and from Bangkok, although I shan't elaborate why. Sigh! Oh yes, and none of the photos are photoshopped cuz I'm just too lazy and I don't have much time........ and most of the photos came from my sis's camera. She was so enthusiastic about taking photos of every single thing so I left it to her to snap away while I just got lazy about everything. I DID take a few photos from my awesome camera and I will indicate which ones they are along the way... (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I refused to wear make up during the trip so I could let my face rest a little... therefore the dark circles and zits. I really thought it would help ease my horrid complexion a little... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sgairport2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/sgairport2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom and I waiting to board the plane at Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkkairport8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkkairport8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkkairport7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkkairport7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just arrived at Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The hotel room was pretty nice... Grand Millenium Sukhumvit... But everyone thought we're rich just cuz we stayed there -_-" so wrong, please. We're very poor. Living in poverty. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We chucked our baggages in our room and headed to Chatuchak market for the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We took the train... And my sis was insistent on being such a tourist and decided that even train rides were worth taking photos of, so she snapped a photo of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... and insisted that I took a photo of her and Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent 90% of my time eating/drinking something while walking around Chatuchak. I'm a glutton (I'll admit that) and THE WEATHER WAS SO WARM!!! Can't take it. Seriously. You'd think that after having grown up in Singapore, I'd be a lot more tolerant of crappy weather, but NO WAY! The only good thing about Bangkok is that it's not as humid as Singapore. Didn't feel as horrid as I usually do in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weaving through the crowds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ice popsicle!!! Mine was supposed to be Coca Cola flavoured, but somehow it tasted like...... sour plum. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trying to coax the doggy to stay still and pay attention to me while my sis snapped a shot of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, my un-glam "bird face". I was chewing on something (yet again) and my sis just went "Jie! Turn around!" and obviously I did, and then "SNAP"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was spent running around all the dance stores that my sis knew of that existed in Bangkok. I was like, "Why do you even wanna go around to all the dance stores to buy leotards?! How many leotards do you actually need and how different could they all possibly be?! Doesn't one shop sell everything you need?!?!?!!!!"............ and after seeing MANY MANY MANY leotards, the only differences I've deduced are the price, the brand and.... the cut/colour. SERIOUSLY. I really still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were at Chit Lom station and I was too busy devouring fishballs. The fishballs were damn big and damn crispy!!! And hallow in the middle! SUPER COOL. No photos cuz I was too caught up eating them to care about photos. They were like, 10bahts for 5.... I HAD 3 SERVINGS. Wanted to go back for more but didn't wanna make Mom walk more than she already did cuz she has a bad knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuk tuk ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040992.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1040992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040993.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1040993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040996.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1040996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The focus of this photo is in the mirror. Just look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040994.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1040994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dreadful Bangkok traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY PLACE!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. This was at Baiyoke... Bling+Skull=HAPPY!!!! Those are phones, by the way. So awesome! If I was living alone, I'd buy one of those. No, actually I'd decorate my entire house with those! Can buy one of each colour cuz they ALL LOOK SO AWESOME!!! My Mom thinks I'm pure evil just because I like skulls. I don't understand how that works out, but whatevs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later that night we went to the night market where I bought a whole lot of stuff... Snacks for the Razor peep and a customized key ring for my supervisor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040983.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1040983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040981.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1040981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040982.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1040982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought a really nice 925 silver dragon ring that was super nicely crafted! The peeps tried to rip us off and wanted 950bahts for it, but we pushed it down to 400bahts! hahaha. I bet they hated us after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all the shopping, I was famished (actually I'm almost always famished) so we ate at the food place nearby... Didn't take much photos cuz my sis annoyed me. I told her to pick a seat that was sheltered cuz it looked like it would rain soon, but she chose a seat just outside the sheltered area.... AND IT RAINED INTO MY TOM YAM SOUP!!!! It's so not funny to have to grab all the shopping bags and a bowl of soup and a plate of rice and dash for shelter ok!!! Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finished every drop of the soup anyways. Probably explains why I'm so cranky. I blame it on the rain water. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We walked to a street nearby the hotel randomly just to explore the area a bit. This street is called "Soi Cowboy" cuz there's a huge ass Cowboy pub thingy over there... it's pretty much kinda a nightlife street... Quite cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then our third and last day arrived. We got up, got changed, and took a quick tour around the facilities in our hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is when I walk straight out of my room and look down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sis climbing up the observatory ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And just as I began to wonder how they got such nice old books to remain in such great condition on display....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.... I discovered they were fake upon closer observation. Talk about cheating feelings mannn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there were some real books too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also had to climb it for the sake of climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, got bored, heading off back to the room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elevator photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The face of reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were heading to one last dance shop that had closed the previous night by the time we got there... And since I'm so chronically unfascinated by leotards, I decided to go for a manicure while my sis camped at the dance shop for 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was just SGD12 including the bling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanted something simple but nice. To me, at least. My Mom just thought it was a complete waste of money, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkklunch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkklunch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grabbed a quick lunch around the corner and then headed back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, I couldn't stop flashing my fingers at the camera cuz of my chio manicure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check-out time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, the following 2 photos were taken by the same person, standing at the exact same spot, but with 2 different cameras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sis' camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE?!?!?!! Yeah, I just can't shut up about it. I'm so proud of my camera ok!!! I think it's so awesome for a digicam! Mostly also because it was the first expensive item I bought with my first StarBlog pay. But I seriously LOVE MY CAMERA TO BITS!!!! No one else in the world loves their camera as much as I do cuz I'm the only mental one around. Haha. Ok, people who love their cameras own SLRs or DSLRs. Digicams are as good as disposable to most people, BUT NOT TO ME CUZ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE &lt;/span&gt;MY CAMERA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040985.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1040985.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yea I missed this out. View from my hotel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bags1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bags1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baggage from L-R: Me, Mom, sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My VS weekender has been so handy. I think it's the most worthwhile item I bought last year in anticipation of my travelling this year. I was determinded to travel until I went broke this year you see. The VS weekender only cost me SGD32 and it was BRAND NEW! It's so spacious and awesome!! For those of you who bought it at a more expensive price, YOU GOT RIPPED OFF, sorry to burst your bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hotel1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/hotel1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't realize my Mom was in the shot until after the photo was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkk3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cab ride: sister's cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1050041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/P1050041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cab ride: My cam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (yes, rubbing it in again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mecab.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/mecab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkkairport5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkkairport5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tourist tendency again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mebkkairport4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/mebkkairport4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I discovered a new way to use the trolley.&lt;/span&gt; (pardon my fat ass in your face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mebkkairport3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/mebkkairport3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the trolley wasn't that well-balanced so somehow I ended up rotating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mebkkairport2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/mebkkairport2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... and rotating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mebkkairport1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/mebkkairport1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My tired expression after trolley-skating for too long earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkkairport1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/bkkairport1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waiting to board the plane back to Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=passport.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/passport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My passport and my sis' passport. It's obviously how our characters are just based on our passport covers. (correct, I'm pure evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sgairport1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/sgairport1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And BACK IN SINGAPORE! Changi airport terminal 1. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I'm finally done with my Bangkok updates! I'll be back soon to update again... although the coming week's gonna be a bit of a mad rush with Singfest and all... haha. But busy is good cuz time pasts faster... although it means that I'd be DEAD TIRED by the end of the day. Oh well, some things' gotta give!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dammit mannn... haven't even had the chance to blog about work updates, clip updates and my whole annoyance with the 5th grader dumb ass show... SO MUCH TO BLOG ABOUT BUT SO LITTLE TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-8686643164040535882?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8686643164040535882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8686643164040535882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-back-worst-of-my-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bkk%20trip/th_sgairport2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-9186291464104042672</id><published>2010-07-17T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:27:45.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last week, I blogged about my Bangkok trip and then I got distracted halfway through -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyways, my sis just put up her set of photos which I was waiting for, so let me go pluck them one by one from her, and then I'll put everything here. Including my unglam photos since I'm not like some people who bitch at others for posting unglam photos of them. Seriously man... talk about taking yourself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;No, I haven't died and faded from the surface of the earth (I still respond to comments on my shoutbox if you haven't already noticed).... It's just that I've come to the last week of classes at school and exams are next week and the following week, plus assignment deadlines are looming once again, so I'm kinda too caught up trying to juggle everything. It's like... trying to juggle 8 knives and struggling not to drop them all or cut all my fingers off when I miss grabbing the handle and grab the blade instead. Hahaha sorry for the sadistic comparison. I'm just weird that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And I have a major problem with "Are you smarter than a 5th grader". I think it's a stupid show, and I shall tell you why in my next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I WILL BE BACK BY 1st AUGUST! PROMISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-9186291464104042672?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/9186291464104042672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/9186291464104042672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-week-i-blogged-about-my-bangkok.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5218411511839158068</id><published>2010-07-01T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T15:26:33.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanna drop by and finally post some photos! Finally can show you some of my awesome colleagues! (= It was "Up On The Roof" evening so everyone was pretty chilled... therefore the beers and all. Haha. Helmi (deputy head ELF) was so funny... he was like "why are you taking so many photos?! are you leaving?!"... and I'm like, no I just don't have enough photos of you guys so I'm going on a crazy photo spree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040952.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Helmi and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040951.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 496px; HEIGHT: 681px" height="720" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040951.jpg" width="496" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wan and I... he asked for this photo to be taken. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040949.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are the "Diaper Gang"... -_-" the name alone makes me wanna hang myself. Haha. What kinda sad case name is that right. But there's a story behind the name which I shan't elaborate about now... hurrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040948.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shivali and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040947.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My neighbour Shi Ting! And my first official friend at Razor. Hahaa... she was the first one in the office on my first day and I happened to sit beside her so she was the first to chat with me a bit. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040944.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Razor interns Cassie and Abigail! Abi was a bit high... as you can tell. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040942.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olivia from MGS. Haha. Sometimes when I wanna talk to her, I'll be like, "hey, MG...." and when I'm going off I'll be like, "Bye MG..." and she'll say "Bye SC..." hahahaaaa. The SC and MG rivalry is too awesome to leave out, but both of us aren't rivals or anything... Actually I never thought I'd be friends with anyone from MG given the bad experiences in the past, but I'm glad that's not the case! It's called growing up. hahahaha. I guess nothing really matters anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040941.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeanette (awesome camera woman and VE) was walking towards me to ask me about something regarding the TNP New Face videos, but I just HAD to squeeze in a candid shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040940.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gerry (deputy editor) on the left and May Choon (head ELF/ ELF mommy) clearing Nadia's clip on neon bras! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040937.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;June (deputy news director) and Gerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040936.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Rachel... you can't see her face cuz she was working hard scripting her story... this is how all of us here look like almost on a daily basis when we're camping in front of the mac to cut the clips. Haha. Except not everyone uses those headphones... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040933.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wan's "macho" pose... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040931.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nadia (also our intern) and Isaac (VE)... Nerf fans!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040930.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This just makes you wanna put something into his.............*ahem*.....nevermind. Let's just say... a fly kamikazes itself in. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040929.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Helmi brought those beers down from the roof party... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040922.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lot of us who went up to the roof party... (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040918.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isaac and Helmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I shall post a separate entry later on with all the new video links... a bit lazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5218411511839158068?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5218411511839158068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5218411511839158068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-wanna-drop-by-and-finally-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/th_P1040952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5577305505074423009</id><published>2010-06-20T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:02:45.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tsktsk. Everytime someone does well in something, people can't just be happy for them. This doesn't just happen to me, but to a lot of my friends too. Kinda horrid, but what to do, some people just don't feel fulfilled in their lives and therefore find the need to bring everyone down at every possible opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever since my last post, everyone keeps saying I'm too aggressive and that it's not cuz I did well (one of those people said it in my comment box on the left) but it's cuz it's a popular topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here's my response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Would you like to check out other clips of the same topic and see how many hits they have as compared to mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) It doesn't even matter whether or not I did a good job... It's a matter of how many people watch it. I'm just a small part of the RazorTV team so it's not like I'm desperately trying to get attention... Besides, it was a NEWS story. It's about the news, always has been and always will be. I'm just GLAD that we managed to catch the topic while it's hot and get a clip out. 14,000+ views now! AWESOME!!! Keep watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) If you thought I was aggressive, you should really have been there with me. You have NO CLUE whatsoever how hard it is to approach people with a camera. People were SCARPERING, and it didn't help that CNA and Channel 5 had their huge ass TV camera with a huge ass light. I'm a journalist out to get my new story, so what else can I do? Just STAND AROUND AND WAIT for people to come and feed me with info????? Believe me, I was a lot nicer before, but when it didn't work, OBVIOUSLY I HAD TO JUST JUMP IN FOR THE KILL! I'm not going back to the office empty-handed, you get it? It's MY JOB and I was DOING it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You need to be a journalist for a day and cover such challenging stories and TRY to get something decent out of it. And then you come back and tell me if I was aggressive, and whether or not I was right or wrong to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, and I'm really disappointed that some journalism students also commented on how aggressive I was. All I'm gonna say is that THE REAL WORLD IS NOT THE SAME AS IN SCHOOL. You thought the Newsroom module was bad? Then be prepared to get a RUDE SHOCK once you finally start working cuz THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE. Don't tell me I'm too aggressive... I'm sorry to burst your bubble (but someone HAS to do it) but if you wanna do your job well and get your freakin' story, YOU NEED TO DO THIS SHIT! Being nice works for certain things, but for such stuff, you can't weasel anything out by being nice, and if you don't wanna go back to your editor and have your ass kicked, I suggest you start gearing up NOW and dealing with the fact that aggressiveness is sometimes necessary because you're DAMN HELL GONNA NEED IT when you start working in the journalism world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheesh. Try to mull over what I just said ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner's here! Gonna makannnnn. Yummmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5577305505074423009?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5577305505074423009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5577305505074423009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/06/tsktsk.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2524739470099024536</id><published>2010-06-13T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:16:50.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can deal with stress. I just buy a lot of stuff online when I'm stressed cuz it's how I deal with it mentally. But I'm not sure my hair can deal with it. I'M BALDING OMGGGGGGGG. I want school to be over soon. I don't wanna have to juggle 3 bloody assignment deadlines together with work. I just wanna work! I've always said this anyways. I hate studying and I just wanna work. Paying to suffer and being paid to suffer makes a shit load of difference. Besides, my work's actually kinda really fun so it's not really even suffering anymore. But seriously. I'm seriously balding from stress and it's not a good thing at all. The bloody pressure to pass all my essays and pass every module this term is just tremendous. Sometimes I think I'm just gonna die. Omg. WHY IS STUDYING SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS!!!!! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. I'd wanted to go out to shop for a new pair of black flats that has small shiny objects on them, but it's starting to rain, so I've decided to stay in and BLOG. Otherwise, all my memories will just fade away and 10years down the road, I'd have nothing to look back on, considering that my brain doesn't retain information for very long, and I've actually needed my blog to remember what happened when I was 17 -_-" amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm SO PROUD of my City Harvest clip on RazorTV! Seriously, whoever who watched it, I don't care if you're just kaypo or you're totally against the clip and all... but really, THANKS FOR WATCHING!!! I seriously haven't felt so proud of anything for so long. The last time I was proud of anything was that my StarBlog post about me having never experience an orgasm (that was last year) got like... wait, let me check... oh yes, 14853 views as of this moment. Here it is, once again, in case you somehow missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starblog.stomp.com.sg/post.php?blogid=1236"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VTayStarBlog.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/orgasm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWESOME. And the next one was about my admitting I'd lost my virginity to my Mom... that one got like, 10300 views as of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starblog.stomp.com.sg/post.php?blogid=1390"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VTayStarBlog.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/virginity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes, the point is that my RazorTV clip on City Harvest got 10695 views as of now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/news/49020.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/chcviews.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't know how often they update the "Most Popular" list, but the clip is on top of the list too! (ugly yellow arrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/news/49020.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/mostpopular.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLOODY FREAKIN' AWESOME!!! To rub it in for you, I've put it here to further annoy everyone who is already feeling annoyed so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/news/49020.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="City Harvest - A Lost Flock?" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/chclostflock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, this is NOT showing off. This is called BEING PROUD OF MY HARD WORK!!! You have NO IDEA what I had to put up with man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhoo, I'm EXTREMELY JUBILANT about becoming a full time ELF next week! ELF = Entertainment &amp;amp; Lifestyle Folk. So happy that I could do the chicken dance now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, since I completely didn't have time to blog last week, I have 9 new clips from The New Paper New Face 2010 to share with you!!!! And I'm only sharing with you cuz I'm gonna be following them all the way till the competition ends in October. So I'm SUPER PROUD of that too! Me and Jeanette are the RazorTV TNP New Face 2010 team! *team cheer by myself* I must be nuts. Haha. Anyways, I'll just put the first clip here... please click on it to watch, and when you're done watching the first clip, the thumbnail link thingy for the subsequent clips will appear for you to click! Just not a great idea to put 9 huge ass video shot here... Would piss myself off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's clip 1 from the talent scouting day 2 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/48954.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf1clip1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok fine, I've decided to put the tiny thumbnails here for everyone's convenience... Just click and watch. Here are clips 2-5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/48952.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf1clip2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/48950.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf1clip3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/48948.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf1clip4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/48946.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf1clip5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is from last week's walk-in audition at Suntec City!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/49232.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf2clip1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clips 2-4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/49234.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf2clip2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/specials/TNP_New_Face_2009/49236.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf2clip3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/lifestyle/49230.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf2clip4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The walk-in auditions was pretty amusing! I shan't say why cuz I think I can't really say why... I have to be objective about it! So watch it yourself and YOU tell me why you think it's bloody amusing, ok? =D hahaha. I spotted many familiar faces too! Jamie-lee and Danielle, my classmates from Murdoch AND "Deal or No Deal" girls... they turned up for the audition too! And they totally got through, DUH. Haha. Michelle Sng, national high jumper and my SC senior, also showed up... but she didn't get through... Rubez's twin sis Ruby showed up too... Yea well, just watch and you'll get it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No new photos to show you... but I have kinda somewhat decorated my office desk a little... I just added a bit of bling to it yesterday, and there's even skulls involved, but I was in no mood to take photos in the past few days cuz I was just piss angry at certain objects. So nevermind, I will post them up here, and hopefully gather my colleagues at lunch and take a photo so I can introduce all of them awesome people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, you may go "choy choy choy" and "touchwood!" but you can never be too sure about how your life's gonna unfold... If I got into some whacked up accident and hit my head and lost all my memories, I'd be DARN THANKFUL for this blog of mine which I post photos up and rant on about all sorts of nonsense. Seriously. I really think everyone should blog. It's a bloody good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now I'm gonna distract myself with more online shopping cuz I'm feeling stressed out about next week's deadline for the Media Relations portfolio assignment. Sighhhhh! Damn assignments man. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yea before I go, watch this video too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/news/48998.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/sgidiot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Awesome-ly put together by an awesome bunch of people from RazorTV! (= The video's quite funny actually. hahah... watch watch watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2524739470099024536?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2524739470099024536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2524739470099024536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-can-deal-with-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/th_chcviews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5692152792243712869</id><published>2010-05-30T15:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:19:37.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back from outer space! I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work has been eventful... School hasn't... Haha. Honestly, what's new. When was school ever anything but painful for me. But seriously... I'm into my final term at uni now. The desire to hurry up and graduate is enough to make me go to class. But it's not strong enough to make me want to read my readings before class because you'd have to throw in monetary rewards for my desire to extend itself to that. Haha. When all else fails, money motivates. Has always been the case since primary and secondary school... I'd have to work super hard to get my A* so that my Mom would buy me something that I wanted so badly! Unfortunately, I can buy my own things now and LV bags aren't strong enough to entice me, so money would have to do that trick, but since there's no money dangling in front of me (like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey), it's just a right pain in the ass. Ok, sorry I got carried away ranting. I really don't like to go to school and I just really wanna get out soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some photos from work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My boring and getting-messier desk with has yet to be decorated... It will be decorated gradually, and if you know me well enough, you'd know that there's gonna be an obscene amount of bling involved. Maybe I should just park my stash of bling in the office so I can get started with blinging after I'm done with work. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so narcississtic that both my computers' wallpapers are the ambigrams of my name. Get ready to roll your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only reason why all 3 of my school files are in the office is because I'm there before AND after school. It says a lot... and I'll let you figure out just what the "a lot" constitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040697.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the left is Poh Kwan (we call her Pokes) and on the right is Sara. I took this photo at like... midnight. I had just finished cutting 6 clips for the Navy Open House and I was finally leaving the office after camping in front of the Mac for 11hrs. I think Sara ended up camping there for about 13hrs AT LEAST. She was camping before I started and was still camping after I was done.... 8 clips for her Fashion Mata-Mata show! *faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 of Razor's intern, Nadia... hey kitty kitty kitty....... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to gather everyone at lunch if possible and take a group photo so I could put it up here... My colleagues are great, by the way. So yes, I'll have to get everyone rounded up somehow (everyone's going away trying to clear leave)... everyone's always so busy so it might be a bit hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The following photos are from Friday's Urban Attack obstacle course media try outs which my colleague Bryan and I went for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camera man's Kumar. He was so cute shouting out advice while shooting! Bryan's considering scripting his commentary into subtitles... LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never made it to climbing this cargo net... I flew into the water after I mis-cued my jump -_-" besides, I was too darn short so no matter how I jumped, I could never reach the net!!! Yes, I fell into the water. I'd laugh too if I were you. LOL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bryan didn't even get wet at all. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm such a genius that I can fall into a pool of water knee first and hit every possible object on the way down (I just realize I have a bruise on my shin too) and finally bruise my knee at the bottom of the not-deep-enough pool... and Bryan was nice enough to go get ice from Spinelli for me. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Half a ninja warrior" and "Not a ninja warrior"... not hard to guess which one I am. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I actually wouldn't mind trying the full obstacle course again! It's just an issue of how long I have to complete the whole thing... Cuz I heard there's a time limit, and I doubt very much I'd make it... If I was given half the day, MAYBE I'd finish it. Hahahahahaha. I'm horrible aren't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So... after going through the obstacle course and suffering from bruises and a minor rope burn on my upper arm, I woke up on Saturday feeling like NAPFA test was just yesterday and I had to go through all that 5 items and 2.4km run. I'M SO UNFIT TO THAT SAD EXTENT!!! I could barely move my arms and I groaned with every step I took because my thigh muscles were also aching soooooooo bad!!! Best part of it was that I didn't even do much for the obstacle course! I'm convinced that I need to start exercizing again... I might die from running across the road in future man. So. Unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, I still had to go to work! But I was rather anticipating it because I'd be covering the TNP New Face 2010 event! Saturday was the 1st day that the team was gonna go down Orchard Road and scout for chio girls who aren't just chio, but also have that extra "something"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040761.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone was getting ready to leave... And the peeps at Skinny Pizza were so sweet! They let us all stash our bags in their shop while we went out to scout under the hot sun! I was carrying my small River Island handbag because I wasn't sure if there was gonna be a place for me to stash my bag... so I ended up not stashing it anyways since I wasn't carrying much. I asked Jeannette (awesome camerawoman) if it was weird to be on camera carrying a handbag, and she said that it was fine since it was just a small one... So I just went ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The TNP New Face 2009 finalists with Angelia... everyone gathered for some photos before setting off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The polaroid cameras which were used to take photos of potential contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's me finishing up my opening PTC for the day (this photo was taken by Angelia)... Wee Teck was really great to work with, by the way! He's super experienced and super funny... =D You'd probably hear more of him every week as I blog about my experiences covering the TNP New Face 2010... I'm so totally looking forward to all of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/tnpnf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just me doing my job (this photo was also taken by Angelia).... And the first thing that came to mind when I saw this photo was "OMG MY HAIR IS SO HORRIBLE!!!!"............ serves me right for going blonde in January -_-" well, if I never did it, I'd never learn, so yes, I just HAVE to learn things the hard way. Tsk. Seriously, after going for hair treatments, it still looks worst than a pile of hay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040776.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After 2hrs of running around and sweating bullets under the hot sun, we all ended up back at Skinny Pizza to cool down and have some drinks and desserts before heading off... Skinny Pizza actually has quite nice food! I might go back there again soon... If I have time outside of school and work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040767.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ordering desserts and drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040781.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeanette (awesome camerawoman) and Me! (= I keep saying she's awesome cuz she really is! She's always quick to watch for my signal asking her to come over so I can interview someone or do some random PTC whenever I feel like it... and she knows exactly what to shoot. I know she's experienced (she did last year's TNP New Face too) and I'm sure she's very well-trained too, but that doesn't stop me from thinking she's AWESOME! Glad that I'll be working with her for the next 4 months on the New Face project... and I hope she doesn't get annoyed by me. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/P1040764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I look like less of a train-wreck in this photo as compared to how I looked the entire time under the sun while chasing everyone during scouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was HOT AS HELL and I WAS MELTING!!!! OH MY GOD I haven't felt such painful RESENTMENT towards Singapore's weather ever!!! I didn't mind it back at school cuz I was doing sports and it feels awesome to be a sweat fountain when you're exercizing, but when you have to try to look good on camera and you're surrounded by chio girls, IT GETS VERY ANNOYING! And I was sweating on my zebra-prints dress which I happen to like a lot!! Grrrrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I'm still aching badly from Urban Attack and I'm still groaning in pain with every step I take... Seems like my body has been aching a lot since I started work with Razor! Haha. First, it was aching cuz I wasn't feeling so well and I had on-and-off fever... but that ache wasn't half as bad as this one!!!! OH MY GOODNESS HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nah, I just really need to exercize... although I suspect that if I had to go through all the action all the time in my days ahead in my line of duty, I wouldn't be having much of a problem with fitness.... teehee! I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, video links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry but you'll have to click on the thumbnails (or the links, whichever you prefer) to watch the videos... If I embed the videos here, all 5 would start playing at once, and coupled with the 170Radio music, everyone would hate me to death when they load my blog. I haven't figured out how to turn off auto-play... Give me a while to stare at the html code... Next time I'll put all the videos here when it won't be so chaotic and piss everyone off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here's all 5 parts of GroundZero... Please watch and show me some love! Thank you! (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48442.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Part 1" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/gz1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 - &lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48442.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48442.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48440.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Part 2" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/gz2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 - &lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48440.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48440.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48438.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Part 3" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/gz3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 - &lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48438.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48438.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48436.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Part 4" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/gz4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4 - &lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48436.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48436.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48434.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Part 5" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/gz5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5 - &lt;a href="http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48434.html"&gt;http://razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/currentaffairs/48434.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't seem to load the "Singapore Now" section so I can't post my Navy Open House videos here... My internet connection really sucks ass right now... I should just march into M1 yet again to demand for a change in Vodafone mobile devices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, hope you enjoy the videos... and I'm gonna go eat some chocolate now before I perish. I'll be back soon enough with more photos (hopefully) and more videos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;さよなら!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5692152792243712869?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5692152792243712869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5692152792243712869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-from-outer-space-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Razor/th_P1040700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5548750015665667748</id><published>2010-05-20T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:37:55.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 weeks into my new job at RazorTV. I'm still alive. Managed to fall sick for the first time in 2010... Fever a few days back. Had to do night shoots over the last weekend for my supposed first story which has yet to be published cuz there's still more fine-tuning to do... But whatevs, it'll be up soon. Just completed one part of the a gaming story last night (but that's shared with 2 other colleagues) so I'm just waiting for it to be published then I can post the link here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be blatantly honest, I was quite sick with worry about being stuck in an office sitting behind a desk all day. Worst still, judging from the mad situation of Newsroom classes last term, I was completely convinced that I might die being among a crowd of crazed competitive journalists who all wanna cut each others' throats to get the best stories. I really psyched myself that way and I started scaring myself for nothing... But I obviously still turned up for work and decided that I SHOULD FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT and deal with whatever it is. Afterall, that's how I'll learn and mature... Shan't go on about my entire philosophy on not stagnating... if you've been around long enough, you'd know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, ever since I left SC, I haven't felt remotely as angsty as I did when I was back there. I was quite pissed off at everything and I was occasionally angsty, but it was never really anything that would drive me. I don't even know how to put it to words cuz it's a feeling and you just can't describe a feeling adequately just with words. I don't know if you've ever felt it (most people haven't, I know that for a fact) but this angst that really boils my blood and brews deep within me... Well, let's just say that I haven't felt this way for so long and SUDDENLY it's back with a vengeance. I suspect my fever had something to do with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are many things which aren't convenient to be said here, but there are factors causing this angst to bubble within me, and this time, it's driving me to do things. It could damn well be the fact that I wanna prove to myself (90% myself) and everyone that I may be kinda young-ish and still have to juggle my final term in uni and dragging myself towards graduation day and the finish-line of my bloody education, while at the same time keeping abreast with work and not performing any less than the expectations I have for myself... which happen to be quite high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I know. This whole angst thing is gonna make me die prematurely and probably give me cancer some time soon... It's an undeniable scientific fact, but whatevs, I'm just gonna do it anyways because I need to prove something. To myself and to everyone... especially to people who think I can't make it. Seriously man. I really can't stand discouragements and people looking down on me, but at the same time, it pisses me off even more and contributes to the angst that drives me... After awhile, it's just pretty alright. That's kinda what I had to go through in secondary school, and I made it out alive, so why not now in the real world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing. Now that I'm officially sitting behind a desk in the office, no one can tell me "You don't have any experience being the office and in the real world"... to begin with, WHO THE HELL SAID THAT THE REAL WORLD = OFFICE?! I have no clue how that idea was conceived and by whom, since that's totally warped, but anyways, I'm sitting in the office when I'm not out on a shoot... SO THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm rather enjoying my job now cuz it's something new to learn and experience... It's pretty fun to go out on shoots! Just that it can get tiring when I have to walk around a lot, but well, it's still enjoyable. Might be the fact that I'm somewhat of an attention whore when I wanna be. The cutting of the clips and the scripting is alright... kinda difficult to get some things across at times, but that's called "Steep Learning Curve", so I'll get there soon enough... And I'm so proud of myself learning how to use Final Cut Pro, although it's super basic, but hey, I've always disliked Macs and always been quite lousy at using Mac softwares... So it's just damn kick ass that I know how to use some basic functions with FCP ok! Furthermore, I love how I can wear my usual clothes to office! No need to have boring black and white office clothes! =D Although I wear a lot of black cuz I really love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay to angst and yay to... being an official camwhore with a mic. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, meanwhile, shall get back to work... Will post the links to the videos once they're up... And due to my recent fascination with Pitbull (mainly cuz he gives off such a "Mafia" vibe and I'm intrigued by that), here's something pretty cool that he said which everyone should totally live by - "I haven't really made it at all. Because the day I tell you I made it, then that means that's the time I'm on my way down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So damn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5548750015665667748?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5548750015665667748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5548750015665667748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-weeks-into-my-new-job-at-razortv.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4713894271843316098</id><published>2010-05-10T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you've been in outer space and missed out on all my facebook and plurk spamming and you're somehow kind enough to not also miss out on my blog, I've decided to post the 4 cute photos of a lost kitten here! Hopefully one of you kind souls would give the kitten a home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-f_AqZLpbI/AAAAAAAACAQ/8RdT05GYSpI/s1600/cat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469620659309749682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-f_AqZLpbI/AAAAAAAACAQ/8RdT05GYSpI/s400/cat4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-f_AfJI2eI/AAAAAAAACAI/SUvqkVpm2yI/s1600/cat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469620656289667554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-f_AfJI2eI/AAAAAAAACAI/SUvqkVpm2yI/s400/cat3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-f_AP0fsgI/AAAAAAAACAA/fyZuN2P1zNo/s1600/cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469620652176552450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-f_AP0fsgI/AAAAAAAACAA/fyZuN2P1zNo/s400/cat2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-f-_0kahFI/AAAAAAAAB_4/3yDQgaZb7w4/s1600/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469620644861346898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-f-_0kahFI/AAAAAAAAB_4/3yDQgaZb7w4/s400/cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friend, John, found the kitten in the drain outside his place... It's currently with him now but he can't keep it for long so please help to spread the word around and find the kitten a permanent home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just so you know, I'm more of a dog person and I don't think I can commit the next 20+years of my life to take care of the cat (or at least that's how long I was told they'd live) so it just wouldn't be responsible for me to adopt it! Besides, my Mom would get a coronary if she saw anything furry running around the house... Which is why I'm still dog-less to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, I didn't post anything about the Dog Mill here (I nearly did, dammit!) cuz I found out that it was ALL A FREAKIN' BULLSHIT HOAX!!! Don't even understand why people would wanna spread lies about poor abandoned dogs and get everyone all upset... People actually went down to take a look hoping to help out!! What do they even get out of playing on people's kindness??? This time anyhow cry wolf... see how next time. Horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yea, anyways, hope someone would give this kitten a home! It's real (unlike the dog mill bs) and I'm not kidding about this... Besides, if my friend was kidding, I'd personally kill him, but he wouldn't kid about such stuff... He has better things to do in life. LOL. Spread the word! (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Update: Kitten has found a home! Thanks for your help if you were actively spreading the word! (=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4713894271843316098?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4713894271843316098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4713894271843316098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok-attention-in-case-youve-been-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-f_AqZLpbI/AAAAAAAACAQ/8RdT05GYSpI/s72-c/cat4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-7901738428084374438</id><published>2010-05-08T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:29:56.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't always been the most patriotic Singaporean. I know the pledge (in both English and Mandarin) and the national anthem and even what the national anthem translates into because of my awesome music teacher Mrs Angela Goh from secondary school, but that's about all. I can't say I've contributed to the country much as a Singaporean. I can't say I've done anything for Singapore to be proud of. But I haven't broken the law and I at the very least know how to respect and love the soil in which I was born and bred on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've always been observant of whatever goes on in Singapore, and I've always thought that we were too squeaky clean for our own good. Never said anything about it since there wasn't exactly anything I could do, besides I was too young at that time. So I left school and continued watching my own country progress bit by bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day I heard that they were thinking of building us two Integrated Resorts complete with hotels and casinos. I thought they were joking and that the parliament would probably all vote against it and just let the idea slide. But constructions soon started, and before I realized it, Sentosa was getting all sealed up and all the messy construction sites appeared. The view from the Sheares bridge and everywhere around Marina Bay started to change as Marina Bay Sands also began its contruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On 14 february 2010, also the first day of the lunar new year, the casino at Resorts World opened its doors to public... and then just last week, Marina Bay Sands opened their casino too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that Singapore has taken a long overdue step, but it has been taken and we have finally begun to progress towards being world-class. I'm not saying that a casino defines world-class standards, but I think it will certainly put Singapore to the test because it really is a great challenge to ensure that things keep being the way they are for Singaporeans. I feel that it is a test for Singapore, so far, I think we're doing pretty alright being totally strict about everything towards our own citizens. I don't blame the government for imposing an entry levy on Singaporeans, and I think the guy who used a fake ID to cheat in the casino totally deserved his punishment. It just goes to see how serious a problem gambling could become, and if Singapore was to remain as safe and secure a place live in for future generations, all the strict stuff HAS TO BE IN PLACE. So I think people should just quit complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving on to the next point.... The FIRST EVER Youth Olympic Games. This is gonna be happening in August, and while publicity hasn't been very awesome, in the last week at least, efforts have been made to rectify the problem and to build up the hype for the event. Hey, this is THE FIRST EVER YOG, AND IT'S HAPPENING RIGHT HERE IN SINGAPORE!!! I think EVERY SINGAPOREAN SHOULD BE SO PROUD OF THIS!!! But WHY don't I feel any energy from anyone? I don't get it. It's not like I'm totally jumping on the spot about it, but at least I'm really really REALLY excited about the YOG! I can't wait for it to start!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing. You should check out this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab_NEizckCU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab_NEizckCU&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the Cheer Singapore song that has been released. It has been playing for the past week even on TV. If you watch the video and scroll down to look at the comments, you'll see that some people really shouldn't call themselves Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like I said, I'm not the most partriotic person around, but seriously, WHAT THE HELL?! These people are kinda annoying. I mean, they are trying their best to create more hype and doing their best to reach the masses with something simple and catchy (not everyone can remember complicated lyrics) and at the same time, presenting a few youth atheletes. Heck, the song's even sung by JJ Lin, our very own Singaporean singer. WHO THE HELL CARES IF YOU THINK IT'S CHEESY??? And SO WHAT IF IT IS??? Can YOU produce something more exciting and catchy?? Are YOU able to do BETTER than what you're seeing and hearing?? If you can, WHY DON'T YOU DO IT and post it on youtube so everyone can judge for themselves???........ And if you can't, then SHUT UP and just cheer along, or just simply maintain your silence and go roll your eyes in one corner! Don't need to bring down people's efforts like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously. Some Singaporeans are just so bloody COMPLACENT and only know how to complain, criticize and whine about stuff, but they don't even question whether or not they're capable of being more effective. If you're really so unhappy with Singapore, why don't you just go freakin' pack your bags and migrate your unappreciative ass elsewhere, that is if they wanna take you? Singapore's overpopulated anyways. Won't miss you for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Singaporean and darn proud of everything that's taking place in Singapore. Singapore may not be perfect, but I can tell that we're striving to be a lot better. I'm glad that we now have two IRs (finally feels like a normal complete country with the casinos) and that we'll be hosting the first YOG in August... and that we'll soon be world-class. I just hope that everyone would be ready to face up to the new challenges, that's all. While I may not be cheering like mad at the TV and running up and down the street with the Singapore flag, but I will be silently supporting my dear country every step along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And of course hugging my Merly soft toy cuz she's so darn cute and I still can't resist soft toys with cute faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-VYPz_j17I/AAAAAAAAB_w/2t3L3v0RY4M/s1600/merly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468874351189415858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-VYPz_j17I/AAAAAAAAB_w/2t3L3v0RY4M/s400/merly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to take the life-sized mascot home when I saw it, but that would obviously put me on the "Most Wanted" list for kidnapping a national mascot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-7901738428084374438?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7901738428084374438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7901738428084374438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-havent-always-been-most-patriotic.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S-VYPz_j17I/AAAAAAAAB_w/2t3L3v0RY4M/s72-c/merly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2719376371141300325</id><published>2010-05-03T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:43:59.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been writing for StarBlog for 17months... I started on 1 Dec 2008. I remember how I was secretly stressed out deep down inside about having such high expectations to live up to.... but there's nothing I love more than a challenge in life since I'm such a masochist who fails to feel fulfilled unless I continuously put my self-image up for a risk at taking a beating. So yes, the constant need to prove that I can do as well as, if not better than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember that on the first week of my StarBlog days, some "friends" told me that I shouldn't have been in a hurry to print my namecards and announce my StarBlog URL on it cuz I'll have to change it after 6 months... IF I even made it to 6 months. That actually pissed me off a little before it started to hurt... I mean, seriously. My "friends" didn't think I was capable of it, huh? I decided to set out and prove them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After just 3 months, I was convinced that STOMP was gonna kick me out cuz of the sheer number of re-writes and edits I received. Maybe my "friends" were right afterall... and if I got kicked out, they'd be too overjoyed. I was totally frustrated cuz I had failed to perform as well as I expected myself to. But by some miracle, I made it 6mths! I was TOO THANKFUL for the chance, and after the initial 6 months, I stopped getting editted and cut off and censored all over the place. While it DID occasionally happened, it was probably just 5% of what I got in the first 6 months. That was when I knew that I probably learnt a little and improve just a tiny bit. Cool beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From then on, everytime I received the contract of renewal, I would TOTALLY JUMP FOR JOY! It's like sweet victory over and over again! There were TOO MANY NAYSAYERS out there just within blogosphere about how StarBlog was trashy and how MY POSTS WERE ESPECIALLY TRASHY, but seriously, I daresay they were just totally green about the fact that they weren't the ones who were writing on StarBlog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the record, I don't think I totally deserve it cuz I'm awesome or anything. I don't live by that rule anymore. I totally deserve it cuz I CHERISH EVERY OPPORTUNITY I'M GIVEN and I DO MY BEST TO MAKE THE MOST OUT OF IT and MAKE THE TIME ALL WORTHWHILE. I'm not arrogant (like those naysayers) going around thinking I'm better than anyone just because I write on StarBlog. Please, it doesn't work that way, so whoever who thinks that way, I suggest you snap out of your delusion. I was just lucky to have been on StarBlog and having lasted this long... so thankful that I could kiss every single renewal notice I received from STOMP! That is how APPRECIATIVE I was, and I still am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So really, to the guys at STOMP, it's been fun and thanks for everything. And to all the great people I've met through chatting on StarBlog, you guys have been awesome and I'm thankful to have known everyone and even become friends with some! =D It's really been a great run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, here goes my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINAL&lt;/span&gt; post on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;StarBlog&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starblog.stomp.com.sg/post.php?blogid=1586" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/fakefood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please read it and flood me with comments and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;show lots of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;! It's gonna be the FINAL WEEK that you'll see my face on StarBlog!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So.... where to next? Well, I haven't really told anyone (other than my Mom), but I'll be switching over to join &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;RazorTV&lt;/span&gt;! Yeap, very soon, you won't just see my writings and photos online... You'll see my FACE and hear my VOICE in video clips! I don't know how long I'll take before I'll finally get my first video posted up... I have a feeling I might have to learn a fair bit of stuff before anything happens, but I promise I'll update my progress here as much as possible, and when my first video(s) FINALLY get posted, I'd be TOTALLY OVERJOYED and I'll totally post it here and direct you to RazorTV too! Knowing me, I wouldn't be able to shut up about it. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So... thanks everyone for your AWESOME support, and thank you naysayers for your horrible-ness, but it's all been really eventful and I enjoyed 110% of my time with StarBlog! Hip hip hoorayyy! =DDD And now my new journey with RazorTV begins.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/finalxoxo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2719376371141300325?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2719376371141300325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2719376371141300325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-writing-for-starblog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4944313123408429292</id><published>2010-04-29T09:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:04:21.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is kinda the 1st time I'm feeling somewhat rested (minus the insomnia) during a school holiday, and even remotely excited about starting school next tuesday. I think the only possible reason is because IT'S FINALLY GONNA BE MY LAST FREAKIN' SEMESTER IN UNI!!!! I'm TOO EXCITED to get the hell outta school! YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meanwhile, I shall spam you with more goofy retarded photos of Bryan, Buddy and Myself from last week when we met up to discuss the top-secret details of Buddy's grand 21st birthday/wedding-to-herself. Hahahahahahah =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at Buddy's face in this photo. I think it looks damn CARTOON!!!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3609tweaked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yea, same photo, different colour. Decided that I had nothing better to do than to mess up the photo and turn it pink. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 329px" border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3622.jpg" width="478" height="715" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shrank the size of this photo cuz I figured that if Bryan's Dory Fish eyes were bulging out of your computer screen, you might suffer a coronary for which I refuse to be responsible for. My blog may be somewhat of a health hazard to some people, but I have a good heart and I don't deliberately give people heart attacks.... haha. Bryan said he'd use this as his profile photo on FB! I'm just WAITING to see it happen.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know why but I've been very obsessed with this recently. As in playing with distances. I did it with the Universal Studios globe and earlier on I also made a missile look like a tampon (photos from the airshow which never got posted)... So please put up with my weird obsession until it blows over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/SAM_3630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were trying to make a "ghostly" photo... You know how those photos have an extra hand from nowhere and stuff? Yea. Well I don't think we did such a great job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excuse me while I try to figure out what the hell is wrong with my beloved N97. The charger isn't even plugged in and yet it's charging on it's own! Check out the little white light that lights up only when it's charging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S9jh0Bee6LI/AAAAAAAAB_o/d9mpYUGtyiU/s1600/phonegonemad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465366431679834290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S9jh0Bee6LI/AAAAAAAAB_o/d9mpYUGtyiU/s400/phonegonemad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL RIGHT?! Seriously. Smart phones are getting TOO SMART for anyone's good. Suddenly makes me feel like all that crap they depicted in The Terminator about Skynet having it's own consciousness just seems too possible. Omg. My phone can think for itself and can also recharge by itself. Save electricity, maybe, but I think it might just grow robot legs and start walking around itself some day soon. Or maybe my original phone got replaced by a transformer while I wasn't paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Over-active imagination for the win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4944313123408429292?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4944313123408429292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4944313123408429292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-kinda-1st-time-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/S9jh0Bee6LI/AAAAAAAAB_o/d9mpYUGtyiU/s72-c/phonegonemad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2274761342735506147</id><published>2010-04-20T04:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T04:52:07.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So.... SCHOOL'S OUT!!! I'm in too much of a holiday mood to care about anything, really. Feels nice to be chillaxing... Might take a short trip to somewhere soon before my final term in uni starts in the first week of may! I'M SO EXCITED TO BE GRADUATING SOON!!!! Provided I pass Consumer Behaviour. I know I did alright for Newsroom and my lecturer said I'll pass, so YAY! My journalism major is secure! =D Now I just hope that I pass CB, and then pass the upcoming two modules... AND THEN I'M DONE! FINALLY, NO MORE SCHOOLING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, I don't know why everyone thinks it's so much more awesome to be schooling. Schooling is like, paying money to suffer for that piece of certificate, but working is basically getting paid to suffer (if you really hate your job)... so no matter how I see it, I can't understand how is it better to pay to suffer than to be paid to suffer. You get money when you work but not when you go to school, you know? Oh well. Too bad for my generation. The bachelor's degree is the new O's cert... so we're all doomed to endure the fate of having to suffer through university! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhooooooo............ April's birthday party was last saturday at Capella Sentosa! I didn't bother taking photos of the place and all cuz it was half-thrashed when I got there, and after everything, it was fully-thrashed and very wet. So here's a shot from April's camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/aprilsparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here's a super-action-packed shot of my excuse for disappearing for the next few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/toomuchfun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeap, I'll be too busy having too much fun some place else and possibly getting thrown into another pool by another group of retarded people who also decide that my smallness makes me an easy target... and that everyone at the party cannot get away dry. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2274761342735506147?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2274761342735506147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2274761342735506147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-1108255536823277799</id><published>2010-04-13T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:18:31.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so not fated to study, I tell you! I totally couldn't get to sleep until 8.30am cuz the weather sucked ass... and then I had extremely broken sleep until 11.30am, which meant that I had a total of about 1.5hrs of sleep. I finally decided that I should just give up trying to sleep and get some revision done instead. Exam's tomorrow evening and I have 10 chapters to plough through... So I'm already very much behind schedule, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just as I opened my file to start on the huge stack of notes (I hate business modules), THE WALLS AND FLOOR START TO VIBRATE cuz some genius neighbour decides to renovate their house today. I CAN'T HEAR MYSELF THINK!!! And then I got mega clumsy and toppled a glass... emptying all its contents onto my notes and SHATTERING THE FREAKIN' GLASS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fed up to the MAX!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I just hope that the ants don't come and taunt my file because the drink was sweet... and I REALLY DON'T LIKE ANTS!!! Grrrr. Maybe I should just give up trying to do anything and go lie in bed. Hopefully I will fall asleep. But wait, THE DRILLING!!! I CAN'T SLEEP WITH ALL THAT COMMOTION!!! I'm gonna drop dead. WHY IS EVERYTHING SO ANNOYING????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of annoying, I just started playing Texas Holdem Poker on FB 2 days ago... and I don't understand why some people are so bloody worked up about the whole game. I mean, it's not even real money!!! People get really worked up about losing their chips and even after they get kicked outta the room, they keep re-entering to try their luck and take their money back from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I assure your that I'm a TOTAL NOOB and I really just play poker for the fun of it. I don't care if I lose my chips because its all virtual money! Lose then lose luhhh!!! At most make back from somewhere else right??? I'm completely not greedy and I really have little or no skill at the game. I play only in rooms with low stakes and low buy-in. I'm really cheap even online! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/pokerLOSER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pay attention to the chat box on the bottom right. This sad case decides to chat me up... and obviously, I'm just anti-social cuz I'm there to play poker and not socialize... So I totally just ignored and pretend I didn't see it. Then I go on to win more chips from him because he tried to bluff me with a low hand... and me, being a noob with no bluffing skills whatsoever, just went ahead and called his all-in... and I TOOK EVERYTHING FROM HIM. Which obviously resulted in his "fuk u" after I failed to reply to his initial chat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that, he repeatedly returned to the table over and over again to donate virtual money to me because he totally had to satiate his sad little ego and found the need to go all-in on everything attempt. Tsktsk... Why are people so 看不开???? I really don't get it. I think it's this kinda people who would get totally addicted to gambling and get stuck at the casino... and end up burning all their money away and what not. But oh well, since there are so many of such people around all the time trying to donate chips to people like me who know nothing much and are still learning... I don't really mind the game. Poker is fun! =D I really think the key is to let it go if you lose and just keep playing... and not play big stakes and go all-in all the time... being greedy doesn't work at all. Being frustrated over losing virtual money is even worst -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhoo, last saturday was my maternal family's lunch gathering at Lion City Hotel. It was to celebrate my Grandfather, my Uncle and my Cousin's birthdays. They're all born in April so to make things convenient for all, we just combined everything into one day. I think I should reserve my comments about the food (you get what I'm trying to say)... I basically ended up eating 3 bowls of laksa, 2 chicken drumlets, 2 bowls of grass jelly and 1 bowl of longan tea. Hurrr. Wasn't that exciting. I'm a sucker for buffets and I can really eat like it's my last meal before I die or something, so my not eating says a lot about the place. Hurhurhurrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/cousinsgrandparents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousins and I with our grandparents! =D The boys have grown so tall... I used to be the oldest and the tallest, but now I'm just the oldest... and one of the shortest. Haha. The only one shorter than me is my sister -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/cousins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousins are awesome! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now........ What should I do if I can't sleep and I can't study? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-1108255536823277799?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1108255536823277799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1108255536823277799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-not-fated-to-study-i-tell-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-1032272587621832987</id><published>2010-04-09T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T03:47:46.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yea I know, like FINALLY. I told myself that if I didn't finally post this bunch of photos, I will fail my modules this term and cannot graduate by September. So yes, I NEED TO GRADUATE BY SEPTEMBER, so here are the Universal Studios Singapore photos in all sorts of random order! It was such a pain that I didn't even bother plastering my blog name all over the photos this time. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THESE CUPS ARE SO HOT PINK AND CHIO!!! I don't really know how come this photo appeared first actually.... So strange... cuz it was one of the last photos I took on my way back out of the place. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had my complimentary dinner at the Madagascar place that had fake waterfalls at the entrance... The best part about it was the dessert. The Sago Gula Melaka.... only because it was TOO SWEET. JUST PERFECT FOR ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pictures of the streets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok I didn't really wanna go too near that Kungfu Panda cuz it looked kinda freaky and kinda hard... But mostly just FREAKY. So I basically just snapped a photo from far away and ran off to explore more. And no, I wasn't for a moment interested in taking a photo with him. I wasn't feeling pretty that day so I didn't wanna take any photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were entertaining! But I felt sorry for them cuz of the sun... They must have been BAKING and GRILLING while performing! Amazing how they could still keep up that energy though. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old school burger joint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was SO TEMPTED to run over and buy all the hats. They are DAMN CUTE!!!! I think that when I finally go back to go on the rides, I WILL SPEND A LOT OF MONEY BUYING ALL THE MERCHANDIZE! Retarded I know, but I can't help myself sometimes. Need to let my inner bimbo and my inner child have her way at times.... *excuses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My ex-classmate from diploma class was the one in-charge of dragging Mr Charlie Chaplin around so she made me take a photo with him... otherwise, I wouldn't have cuz like I said, I wasn't feeling pretty that day. Yes, my hair was still blonde cuz this was taken in early march!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided against posing like that girl you see in the photo... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS IS WHERE I STARTED GETTING TOO EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROLLERCOASTER OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGGGGGG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(^_^)(^_^)(^_^)(^_^)(^_^) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COOOOOOL egyptian statues that were HUUUUUUGGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's my left hand on the statue's big toe. THAT'S HOW TALL THE STATUE IS! Freaky if you imagine it falling on you. Pardon my overactive imagination. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't wait to see what kinda shows they have here! I wonder if they'll have some kinda of fireworks and pyro displays..... Would be FREAKIN' exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the cast of the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is where my inner princess wants to go live forever.... FAR FAR AWAY!!! Except I don't really wanna be like Princess Fiona turning into a green ogre and all... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHIO CASTLE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok I guess they decided not to have 2 green monsters to entertain the kids so that's why Fiona's still human.... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The staff there are SO FREAKIN' FRIENDLY!!! (well-trained, I must say) They get SUPER EXCITED and greet you and wave at you frantically whenever you catch their eyes! It's DAMN CUTE!!! =D Can't help but to cheer up when you see that! Must be tiring though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zat iz ze hijacked cargo ship zat ze penguins hijacked and steered to Madagascar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Huge-ass tree. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ship again. I did warn you about the random order of photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stood there for 10 freakin' mins to get a shot of the blinking neon dragon.... AND COMPLETELY FAILED TO CAPTURE IT WHEN IT LIT UP!!!!!! I really kinda suck at that. Grrrrrrrrrrr. I will get it the next time I return!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok I REALLY REALLY REALLY like these Betty Boob cups! Not because of the character, but cuz THEY'RE HOT PINK AND SO BLOODY CHIO OMG!!!!!!! It's the kind of mug that you can put in the freezer and the substance would freeze up, then you take it out and pour your drink into it and it stays TOTALLY COLD. AWESOMENESSS!!!!! I'm gonna buy it when I go back. So totally gonna buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back view without Betty Boobies. EQUALLY CHIO. Who cares about Boobies. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole lot of cool merchandize that I could totally buy and decorate my room with!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok I won't buy those reels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This lot of things got me puzzled. I totally thought they were candies from far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.... turns out they're just pens that are too colourful and look too edible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Street performances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The burger joint's interior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My preview ticket! (thank you Serene, muahhhhhhhh!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I only put this photo here cuz I was SUPER AMAZED at my camera... I zoomed in all the way and the edges of the TINY words are actually still TOTALLY SHARP!!! Scary eh!!! Considering my cammie isn't the most advance one nowadays... Only 10mp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok their chairs are DAMN CHIO cuz they're all SPARKLY AND SHINY and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I obviously failed miserably in capturing the beauty of it.... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The skeleton hanging off the huge ass tree!!! CUTE!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one's blur cuz I took it in a hurry and was too lazy to take another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes yes yes THIS IS THE SUPER AWESOME TOO-SWEET SAGO GULA MELAKA!!!! I totally wanna go have it again next time I visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interior of the place I makan-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sky turned dark... yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On my way out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040301.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You must appreciate this photo cuz I stood there for 1.5 min to wait for the globe to turn around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Failed attempt to "get planet earth within grasp of my fingers"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I went and stood around downstairs where the Casino was... If the Casino was a charitable foundation, it would've been the RICHEST after only the opening night. LOL. Everyone just goes there and donate their moolah. I'd never do it cuz I really suck at gambling and I have no desire whatsoever to do it. Unless someone wishes to sponsor me, then I don't mind. Not gonna give away my own money. Too cheap for that. =P I'll admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/P1040306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tsktsk entry levy. $100 gone just like that. TSKTSK. Oh well it TOTALLY worked on me... It's enough to keep me out of the casino! *singlish* Gahmen beri crever. Actually, even if the levy was $50, I wouldn't even consider going in. Actually not even $10. LOL!!!! I could buy a new top with $10 ok!!!!! Ah...... I just don't have interest in gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright. I'm gonna play some silly FB games to kill time now. I'm TOO HAPPY cuz today (friday) is my final Newsroom session at 9am and after this, I'm free to worry about other things... and I can finally sleep on thursday nights again. I tend to sleep at 4am, but I have to wake up at 7am for class, so I end up just lying in bed waiting for my alarm clock to ring. Even if i DO fall asleep, I keep waking up to check the time... and if I happen to wake up when the sun has risen, I'd just stare at the window until the freakin' alarm sounds, which is my cue to go wash up and face reality. I guess I still have some sort of responsibility left in me... and also the fact that I REALLY DON'T WANNA FAIL THIS MODULE AND HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE HELL OF WAKING UP EARLY AGAIN FOR ANOTHER 12 WEEKS NEXT TERM AND ALSO GRADUATE NEXT YEAR!!! Would really rather be sleep-deprived for a day than do that. So yes, this is why I HATE FRIDAYS. But not today, cuz it's the end of my suffering and hard work!!! I'm even staying up and not gonna bother trying to sleep just to celebrate the occasion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd attempt at Basic Theory Test next thursday... Consumer Behaviour final exam on wednesday... then I shall be freeeeeeeeeeee until the 1st week of May. FINAL TERM IN UNI!!! Totally looking forward to graduate!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now I shall indulge in some seaweed... nomnomnommmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-1032272587621832987?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1032272587621832987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1032272587621832987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/04/yea-i-know-like-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/universal%20studios%20singapore%20preview/th_P1040257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-758054027875331980</id><published>2010-04-06T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:39:11.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Totally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANGRY&lt;/span&gt; now I tell you. I was at Watsons just now and that place is FREAKIN' DUSTY. I'm sensitive to dust so it makes me sneeze like mad. So earlier on when I visited Watsons to get my necessities, the stupid cashier gave me the "are you done yet, will you hurry on?" look when I was sneezing non-stop because I couldn't answer her on whether I wanted to deduct the amount from the accumulated value on my CapitaCard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Worst still, the lady behind started piling on all her stuff (AND STIRRED UP EVEN MORE DUST) and shot me the grossed out look as I carried on the remainder of the chorus to my sneezy repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I SHOULD'VE BEEN NASTY AND PULL OUT A TISSUE TO BLOW MY NOSE AND THEN FLING IT AT THEM BOTH. Omg!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COULD ANYONE POSSIBLY GET ANYMORE UNKIND?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It's not like I cut anyone's queue or I sneezed into anyone's face!!! I covered my nose and mouth when I was sneezing, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T HELP HOW VIGOROUSLY I SNEEZE and HOW MANY TIMES I SNEEZE!!!&lt;/span&gt; I can only do my part by NOT SNEEZING ON ANYONE ELSE!!! So EVERYONE ELSE (ESPECIALLY SHOPS) should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOTALLY DO THEIR PART and STOP BEING SO DUSTY!!! CLEAN MORE OFTEN!!! DUST YOUR COUNTERS AND SHELVES AND PRODUCTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've worked in Guardian before so I totally know how dusty it can get with all those boxes of stocks moving in and out... and the whole packing and un-packing process also stirs up a lot of dust.... But IF YOU CAN'T HELP IT THEN JUST KEEP CLEANING AND CLEANING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T EVER&lt;/span&gt; GIVE FUCKED UP ATTITUDE TO PEOPLE WHO AREN'T IN CONTROL OF THE SITUATION THEY'RE IN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapore's service staff should &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOTALLY WAKE UP THEIR IDEAS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BE KINDER to EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; (heartland malls INCLUDED) because if Singapore's gonna open up so much more to tourists and all, these service staff are the ones who are gonna KILL ALL THE EFFORTS THE REST OF US PUT IN TO MAKE SINGAPORE A BETTER EXPERIENCE FOR ALL WHO VISITS US!!!! I don't care how underpaid and overworked you are. Life is like this so DEAL WITH IT and DO YOUR JOB. Service staff MUST BE NICE AND COURTEOUS NO MATTER WHAT, get it????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosh..... I'm so irritated AND hungry now... Wanted to come and blog and finally put up photos of Universal Studios Singapore but I guess I need to eat first. Be back in an hour or so when I'm less angry and my empty stomach is satiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-758054027875331980?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/758054027875331980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/758054027875331980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/04/totally-angry-now-i-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4705309932779980110</id><published>2010-03-30T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T02:32:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOO EXCITED!!! This friday's gonna be the FINAL Newsroom class! And then there's the Consumer Behaviour exam in about 2 weeks... then this freakin' semester is DONE! Then I'll be down to my FINAL semester in uni... and then FREEDOM!!! Yes, I'd rather be working than to be in school, so don't try to be some sort of wet blanket and tell me all about having to work and whatnot. I'd really rather be working. At least I'd be PAID!!! Money motivates people like you'd never believe so.... Hurhurhurrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't exactly posted this photo up yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last of my "blonde" photos! It was actually supposed to be ash brown but the colour totally faded and it became kinda blonde again.... -_-" so glad I got sick of it? I'm really the kind of rtard that needs to do things even though it seems like the dumbest idea in the world... then when I get sick of it, I'll officially never go near it with a ten-foot pole again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/22-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes yes... this was taken on my birthday last month... Didn't really wanna post it cuz its the only photo worth posting... the rest of the photos are just nonsense. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/cita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I only put this photo of my Cita Bella appearance up for the fun of it because I only recently realized how DAMN MUCH I LOVE IT!!! For those who have seen it before, you know what (or rather, who) is on the other page... but well, I don't care cuz I'm being totally narcississtic now!! But really, I love this photo of me. I made it my FB profile picture recently because I realize I didn't really have a photo of me with my dark hair that I really liked A LOT. My hair was still totally short in the photo though.... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So glad to have my natural hair colour back now... Well, not really. Because I was such a genius and went and have my hair bleached, its kinda weak now and the colour just slowly faded off again... so now my hair is lighter than natural... I'm gonna dye it again next week or something so that it'd be uniform. Like, finally. Can't believe I went from blonde to ash brown to blonde then finally back to normal again... In just 3 short months. My hair is so pitiful. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG YAYYYYY I'M ALMOST DONE WITH THE STUPID SEMESTER!!!! Can finally move on with life man. There's other stuff going on outside of school too, but its a bit too much for me to explain....... I might need 5 blog entries to finish it, maybe more. So... nah, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PITBULL IS COMING TO SINGAPORE. I don't know why but I've recently become somewhat of a Pitbull fan. So I wanna go watch him. Anyone wanna join me??? =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4705309932779980110?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4705309932779980110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4705309932779980110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-excited-this-fridays-gonna-be-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2059583958552171772</id><published>2010-03-28T06:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T06:20:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't really know what to say... After I posted my previous self-reflectory entry, I had many many many responses from many people whom I usually wouldn't really even hear from. So... I just don't really know what to say. But I just wanna assure you that I'm fine and I'm not depressed anymore or anything... It was precisely because I was feeling totally messed up at that point, that I typed all that out. I just HAD to let it out so I'd feel better. So yes, don't worry about me anymore. I don't need a psychiatrist just yet... and I'm not gonna throw myself off the Sheares Bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I feel super motivated to blog now, but I kinda just bandanged my right index finger up... So its kinda hard to type. I was such a genius and somehow gave myself another cut right at a spot on my finger which VERY FREQUENTLY brushes against stuff and has to come in contact with stuff... And the wound (although it is VERY SMALL) got totally aggravated and kinda swelled up... So its all itchy AND painful now. Being the whiner pussball that I am, I have decided to plaster it until I absolutely can't stand it... Hopefully, the tiny cut would've healed considerably and I can finally regain full motion of my index finger and not be a totally whiny pussball over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I don't even know how come I keep getting cuts and bruises... First by paper, then by some random zipper on my clothes, and then getting hit by a bicycle... That one's still causing strange effects on my left arm!!!!!! DAMMIT, annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I really that clumsy?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Right. I'll be back soon and hopefully I'll be typing with ALL my fingers. You have no idea how many typo errors I had typing this post -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2059583958552171772?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2059583958552171772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2059583958552171772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-really-know-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-1533730424938672838</id><published>2010-03-19T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:18:14.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fridays have been HORRIBLE for me since the year started because I have a journalism module called Newsroom that is unforgiving and doesn't even allow me to be late at all. Lateness results in deduction of marks, and the lecturer is very strict about it. Guess what? I've been NOTHING but late for most of it, and just today, I got a bit luckier with freakin' public transport, so I got there 10mins early. BUT I DON'T GET BONUS MARKS FOR BEING EARLY. How bloody unfair is this world. So really, these few months have been pretty much "TGIF MY ASS" for me. I basically just spend the rest of the week being in denial because of Fridays... and I still have the possibility of failing the entire module unless I start waking up at 6am or something. Amazing. I'm haemorraging marks for nothing, and its not like I didn't try. I really think something in this universe is against me sometimes... Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But failing isn't as scary as it should be. I wish it was, but it really isn't. The only stories of failure I have to tell are those from my school days... failing and not living up to my Mom's tremendously high expectations of me... repeating 2 years in secondary school and constantly being made to feel like the lowest life form in the universe... You may think that I "ain't seen nothing", but strangely, I think I deal with failure TOO WELL. I wish I would cry over failing but I wouldn't. I'm totally numb to failure. Ok, not completely numb, but I just don't let it get to me. Most of the time, I just don't want to waste time re-pursuing what I failed at doing because I don't see the point in it since its not like I'm learning anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm scared shitless of being comfortable and stable, and just last night, I wanted to get on the next flight to LA and just disappear for awhile, leaving everything behind. I even SMSed Hubi to ask whether or not he's willing to take me in if I appeared at his door step on Saturday, until I find myself a part-time job and a room to rent. I was REALLY DAMN SERIOUS about leaving just like that. Recently, as my graduation in september draws nearer (although I'm a bit doubtful of graduating, looking at my Newsroom situation), I've been getting more and more talks about accepting the first job offer I get regardless of the pay, and start off being totally stable and slowly get to learn more things in the office... AND THEN WHAT? I always ask that question, and the answers I get usually revolve around "and then you can do whatever else in future if you want".... which really didn't make any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I did really give those words a serious thought and I PANICKED cuz I REALLY DIDN'T WANT THAT. I'm getting INCREASINGLY frustrated at how everyone keeps trying to coerce me into "graduating and getting a steady job regardless of pay just to gain experience". That was what made me decide in that split second that I wanted to leave everything behind and just jet off as far away as possible the next day. Today is "the next day", and yet I'm still sitting here typing all these bullshit. I never cease to amaze myself... but I guess I HAVE to be somewhat rational about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The experiences I crave in life are not those that I can get just by "graduating and getting a steady job". I hate being talked down on by people who are older, who claim that I can't do jackshit for myself because I'm too young and I still don't know anything about anything in the world, and yet, the best advice they can give me is to "graduating and getting a steady job regardless of pay just to gain experience". HOW THE HELL WILL I GET TO EXPERIENCE EVERYTHING ELSE OUTSIDE OF SINGAPORE and HOW WILL I GET TO SEE THE WORLD and LEARN AS MUCH AS I POSSIBLY COULD if I just hide behind some comfortable job? HOW, PRAY TELL?! Why must I stay so safe?? What would I get out of life?? Security, yes, but THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT! Besides, who the hell said that steady jobs are really that secure? Retrenchment happens when you least expect it, and there are so many people who get kicked out of their jobs (even after 20 years) and they just get stuck cuz they're no longer young and no companies wanna hire them. THAT SUCKS BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Besides, I really don't think graduates get such great pay packets. I mean, EVERY OTHER PERSON IS A GRADUATE these days, so a degree is pretty much THE NEW 'O' LEVELS CERT! Tertiary education has become basic education because everyone has it. So I don't agree with "if you have a degree, you'll be paid so much better"... because EVERYONE HAS A FREAKIN' DEGREE and I would be paid THE SAME AMOUNT as they are. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am now 22 and single. Should I really focus on being secure and everything while I don't have commitments? In future, once I have a family (if it EVER happens, cuz I'm doubtful of it) and once I start having more responsibilities, there will NO LONGER BE ANY TIME for me to explore everything. Exploration and risks should be done as young as possible! I already feel so sheltered being in Singapore. Everything is so safe and awesome... and I get more and more freaked out and claustrophobic as I observe more and more people telling me to be as complacent as they are (indirectly, of course, cuz no one would ever admit they're really complacent) and stay safe and all that shit... and also their complete lack of desire for more knowledge beyond what they already know. I really don't know how to deal with that. I keep struggling to comprehend it, but I really haven't been able to. I'm still trying, but I suspect it will all be fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If I really do end conforming to all that, when you see me, you would probably observe some sort of glazed look in my eye... Like my soul has been sucked out and I've lost all the fight in me... Something like that. I don't think I want that day to come and I keep running away from it although everyone seems to be dragging me towards that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I left the band NOT because I no longer wanted to take the risk and all that jazz... But it was because I wanted to explore my own options and find my own way. Besides, I'm not much of a group player and I really found it bothersome to have to work with so many other members of the band. I'm really more suited to work alone so I can make my own decisions and make my own mistakes. I've realized that I really need to be by myself to think straight. So whatever whoever has been saying, please go screw yourself and don't jump to conclusions. I have never expected the band to take off overnight, cuz if I did, I wouldn't have stuck around for over 2 years. Just because you're too scared shitless of such risks, doesn't mean I am. I'll admit that I felt quite insecure for a while not being with the band and I actually got quite depressed for awhile because I no longer had a band to play awesome music with, but I guess I'll just have to find my own way out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Isn't this what life is about? Fighting and fighting for what you believe in? Even people climbing the corporate ladder do it because that is what they've always wanted to. So just cuz I don't want to climb up any steady stable corporate ladder doesn't mean I'm heading the wrong direction... I'm simple heading a DIFFERENT direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Garrrrrr. I'm getting brain damage, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh yes, and people who act smart are REALLY REALLY ANNOYING. This girl at Dhoby Gaut station earlier was TOTALLY insisting to her friend that I had hair extensions. She explained all the theories of hair extensions and she insisted that mine was a well-done example of hair extensions and I probably got the extensions braided and weaved together with my own hair which is apparently "much shorter" because "you can totally see the different layers"......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*rolls eyes until contact lenses get stuck on top*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh well, I didn't wanna spoil her moment so I basically ruffled and flipped my hair about, pretending to just be preening myself with the reflection on the platform doors, because I knew her friend was staring very intently at my hair and trying so hard to see the non-existent extensions... I hope she saw that I have NO EXTENSIONS and that her friend is a total smart alec piece'a crap. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE man?!?!?! Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I constantly insist to myself that my hair isn't long enough, so I basically haven't cut it since 3.5 years ago... and it finally reach waist length, much to my amusement. My hair is DAMN pitiful, I tell you... The way I treat it, I'm thankful I still have a full head of hair now. I basically changed it back to my original hair colour so that it can rest in peace dangling off my scalp for a long time. It deserves a rest after all the perming and dying and highlighting and bleaching I put it through for the past 4 years. I seem to be shedding a fair amount of hair everyday but somehow there's still hair on my head... so I guess I shouldn't complain too much. Maybe it just looks like I'm shedding more hair cuz the individual strands are WAY longer than most peoples' hair... Oh well, whatever. I love my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I had about 3.5hours of sleep but I feel kinda hungover now instead of being sleepy so I shall once again attempt to distract myself with all sorts of bullshit until next friday painfully dawns on me again. And I will take photos of me and my original awesome hair colour soon and put it here so everyone can stop "looking out for the girl with golden hair" and start LOOKING AT MY FACE AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-1533730424938672838?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1533730424938672838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1533730424938672838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/03/fridays-have-been-horrible-for-me-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-1332310292634578822</id><published>2010-03-15T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:07:32.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should probably wait for more people to respond to my previous post, but since I'm a bit free now (cuz I actually have a ton of school work to be done but I'm still in shock and therefore in a perpetual state of denial)..... so I decided to blog instead -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so far, almost everyone who has emailed me or responded to my plurks have all said ONE SAME DAMN THING: Models are just clothes hangers so their height shouldn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My answer? Blogshops are not freakin' fashion runways. The models can't just be clothes hangers. People who shop online aren't even able to feel those clothes, much less try them on to see if it fits. It is therefore VERY IMPORTANT that the height of the model is more accurate and is something that majority of the population can relate to just for comparison to themselves! 1.7m is just TOTALLY OFF. Its quite annoying, also, to see something that looks so great on the model, only to realize that you're too short to wear it unless you put in more effort to alter it to death. Some things aren't even alterable... like those pants which have zippers or some nice chio designs at the bottom of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. I'm still bored and since I haven't posted something totally OUT OF POINT for a long time, here's something to keep you entertained for the total time you spend on reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;40 retarded-but-funny ways to make a pizza guy feel nervous&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. While you are you are making an order, randomly start pressing the numbers on the phone and tell the guy to stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Make up a credit card name and ask if they accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Ask for a Big Mac, French fries and a Large Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Finish the order with: "Remember, this conversation never happened".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. Tell him you've got another pizza delivery on the other line and you're buying from the one who offers the lowest price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. Just give him your address and say "Surprise me". Then hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. Answer his questions with other questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. Spell the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;9. Stutter every time you say something with the letter "P".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;10. Ask him if they have pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;11. Say "Hello" and act as if he called you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;12. Make your order being very decided and secure, then when he asks you if you would like a drink with the pizza, act as if you were confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;13. Change your accent every 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;14. Ask for 56 pepperoni slices followed by an equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;15. If he repeats the order to make sure, say "Ok, it's $17.90, please proceed to the next window to pick up your order".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;16. Explain him that you want to rent a Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;17. Ask if you can keep the box. When he answers yes, make a huge sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;18. Ask him if they exploit child labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;19. Tell him to make sure that your pizza is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;20. Imitate the voice of the guy taking the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;21. Eliminate the verbs of everything you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;22. Tell him that there's a surprise party at yours and that you would appreciate if the delivery boy could hide behind the couch until the celebrated one comes in to surprise him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;23. Ask if you could see the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;24. Warn them that they have no idea of what they are dealing with by supplying this order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;25. Ask him which ingredient is better for a meal with a specific type of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;26. Burp and then tell your dog that he should be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;27. Ask only for one slice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;28. Psychoanalyze the guy taking the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;29. Complain about the service. Call again two hours later saying that you were drunk and that you are sorry about what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;30. Tell the guy taking the order to tell the one in charge to tell the supervisor that he’s fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;31. Randomly start swearing to someone who is apparently next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;32. Stop speaking every 10 seconds and start playing an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;33. Tell a secret code to the guy taking the order and tell him to memorize it for orders you'll make in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;34. Ask for mushrooms as the first ingredient, then before you hang up, say "no mushrooms please". Then hang up before he can say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;35. when he repeats the order, correct him changing an ingredient, then correct him again, and again. The third time ask him if it's his first day working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;36. Breath loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;37. Ask him how many whales/dolphins had to die to make that pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;38. Avoid using the word "PIZZA" by any means. If the guy taking the order says it, hang up saying "Please, don’t use that word".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;39. Make the order during a car chase on TV. When there are gunshots, yell "Aaarghhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;40. If the guy taking the order doesn"t take any of the previous jokes, ask him if there’s any other who would take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know, there's one thing I've been observing. You know how I don't wear a bra at home... and if I'm just wearing a loose-fit spag top and I answer the bloody door to get my delivery, the delivery dude is EXTRA NICE to me... Guys are all perverted, I freakin' swear. See a bit of side boob or a bit of nipple also shiok. Not like I'm wearing something translucent... its just that I'm mostly without a bra at home. Nothing unusual... So yea. Kinda lame. But whatever. I'm sure it happens to everyone else too. If you're a girl and you don't believe me, go call for some delivery now and wear a loose-fit spag top... and don't put on a bra to answer the door. YOU SEE FOR YOUSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also... Don't forget to read my StarBlog entry about the Jack Neo fiasco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/cEs5vN" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VTayStarBlog" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/sbjackneo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now I shall once again attempt to distract myself from the reality of my school work (freakin' presentation tomorrow.... pain in the ass) and go watch some dumb ass videos or play some FB games or whatever. Blahhh. OH MY 天, I think the kids from next door are throwing themselves repeatedly at my gate -_-" WHAT THE HELL. I hope they don't die from their injuries cuz I'm so totally not taking responsibility for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-1332310292634578822?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1332310292634578822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1332310292634578822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-probably-wait-for-more-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-7593026555385837007</id><published>2010-03-09T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:04:57.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have like, a million pictures to shrink, but my computer hasn't been feeling well so I can't stress it too much... plus the stupid photoshop I have isn't going very well with my com so it makes everything A LOT slower.... BOTHERRRRR. I hate it. I can't send my com for servicing yet because I really need it to hang on and function till the end of the term, which is nearing... just 3 weeks more and I'm done... And then there's the whole pile of school work to be done... Omg I SO TOTALLY CAN'T WAIT TO GRADUATE!!! I don't even have to go fling my hat in the air and whatever dramatic nonsense. I just wanna NOT NEED TO STUDY EVER AGAIN!!! Well, at least not what I'm studying now. Cuz I'm not really studying, and that kinda bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do I know I'm not in the right course? Well. WHEN I DON'T FEEL ANY SENSE OF ACHIEVEMENT FROM ANYTHING I DO!!! Its a DRAG to do things like that... Can't stand it! But oh well, it was my choice so I have to deal with the fact that I was too young and a tad bit too retarded to realize what I really wanted to study -_-" so whatever. Too late to back out... and a bit stupid to back out now. I shall just whine and whine for a few more months until the nightmare is over. I HATE MORNING CLASSES........ and for the next remaining 3 weeks, I HATE FRIDAYS. Cuz I have to get up at 7-freakin'-am to go to class. HATE IT TO THE MAX omgomgomgomgggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm feeling totally random now so I'm just gonna keep on ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot stand Singapore-based blogshops that use models who are 1.68m or 1.7m to model their clothes. THAT IS DAMN BLOODY RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just look around you. How many girls are THAT FREAKIN' TALL??!? Yes, people are getting a lot taller these days, but the majority of the population are still under 1.65m!!! Ok, let's take 1.65m as the average height of the female population in Singapore, and everyone else shorter than that is just unlucky. Using such tall models are just further conforming to WESTERN STANDARDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if its just me, but I really am surrounded by many girls who are around my height. I'm only 1.57m and out of 10 girl friends, 8 are a few centimetres taller or shorter than I am, and only 2 are 1.65m and above. Its SO ANNOYING to shop online and stare the TALL lady wearing that dress that looks totally gorgeous, and then if you're a newbie, you'll be tricked into BUYING THE DAMN DRESS, and if you're as height-challenged as I am, then you're IN FOR A RUDE SHOCK when the dress arrives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because IT WILL REACH YOUR KNEES and make you look like a TOTAL GAUDY PRISS!!! Then you'll have to spend money altering it so it fits you nicely... IF ITS EVEN POSSIBLE TO BE ALTERED!! But imagine all the hassle you have to go through, and that extra few dollars you'll have to spend. In the end, shopping online is NO LONGER CHEAPER as previously thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Omg why are people so retarded. I really REALLY really don't understand why shops in Singapore use such tall mannequines to hang their clothes off! I mean, your target market mostly consists of short foxes who are 1.65m and below!!! Yeah I called everyone short foxes cuz I'm also short so I have the right to say it. DEAL WITH IT. Nothing wrong being short... We're asian man. Not everyone is blessed with tall genes... My Dad was 1.65m and my Mom is 1.53m... I'm just TOO THANKFUL that I made it to 1.57m... at least it smack in between both their heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, my aim in the near future is to SOMEHOW come up with a line of clothes for people who are 1.65m and BELOW. Actually, maybe I should just be selfish and cater to just 1.6m and below since that would be more practical for myself, but ok, that can be disputed at a later date. Then I would get 2 models who are 1.62m and 1.57m respectively (cuz 1.57 is my VERY HONOURABLE height) to model the clothes. Tall girls can go and fly kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't have anything against tall girls, don't get me wrong. Its darn awesome to have such height, especially in Asia. I'm just really annoyed about how everyone keep catering to girls of that height when they're so OBVIOUSLY surrounded by girls who are way shorter than that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, if anyone reading this wishes to copy my idea, PLEASE GO AHEAD and DO IT!!! Remember to LET ME KNOW so I can do an awesome FREE advertorial for you, and I'll even model the clothes on your blogshop for you!!!! That's how serious I am about it. Heck, if you already have a blogshop and have a bunch of clothes, just go shorten all of it by 3inches.... that would work too. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-7593026555385837007?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7593026555385837007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7593026555385837007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-like-million-pictures-to-shrink.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-6340744594503984244</id><published>2010-02-28T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:37:29.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will post photos of Universal Studios soon... Too many photos to shrink, and too little time. As usual =P But just wanted to drop a note here. Or rather, an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I quit the band. Yeap, I've left EN-X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-6340744594503984244?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6340744594503984244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6340744594503984244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/02/will-post-photos-of-universal-studios.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2715610114635529375</id><published>2010-02-16T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:06:19.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My goodness. Took me a lifetime to load the darn blogger applet. Thought it was never gonna load and I'd have to not blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well. I dragged my cammie around the entire day but I didn't take much photos because I didn't feel like it... Went to my grandparents' place to help out and stuff... the usual that we do every year... But this year, without Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Earlier on when Mom's SMS tone sounded, I felt like saying "Is that Daddy? Tell him I need food!" but it hit me (once again, over and over again) that my Dad's no longer around and he'll never buy me food ever again. I don't even know why I'm being so emo now... but I do get it once in awhile when no one else is around. I'm fine, though, no worries. I just wish I could've gotten closer to my Dad a little more... because we were starting to talk more and all... and then he went away. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish my sis ould just grow up already. I can't stand it anymore. She's driving me nuts. My sis is like a stranger to me. I don't even understand how is it that we could be sisters. I can't stand how she always helps herself to my things (I cannot lock my room for various reasons now) and NEVER EVER has any desire to own her own stuff. I FREAKIN' HATE IT SOOOOOOO MUCH. What happens when she needs a dress? She walks over to my room next door and helps herself. What happens when she needs eyebrow pencil or eyeliner? Same thing. What happens when she needs accessories or a new bottle of perfume? SAME DAMN THING. What happens when she doesn't have shoes to match her outfit (half of which belongs to me anyways)? SHE TAKES MY SHOES AND WEARS THEM LIKE SHE FREAKIN' DESERVES IT. Then she NEVER owns up to taking my things, and she'll make dumb excuses like "it was in my cupboard so I wore it" when I ask her why the hell is she wearing my clothes. WHAT KIND OF DUMB ASS ANSWER IS THAT?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would YOU wear any bloody random thing that you found in your cupboard although you know that IT ISN'T YOURS?!?!?! WTFFFFFFFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is my sister like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh. There are so many more things... but I don't feel like saying everything else here... I'm just so sick of it. Strangely, I'm always at fault... I must be tolerant of all the jackshit she does... I don't get it man. WHY AM I ALWAYS HAVING TO TOLERATE THINGS?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhoos... I attempted to sunbathe yesterday (sunday)... so I went to freakin' Sentosa, thinking that there wouldn't be anyone around, save for a few ang moh peeps, BUT I WAS SO TRAGICALLY WRONG. The WHOLE PLACE WAS FILLED WITH BANGLADESHI PEOPLE, INDIAN TOURISTS and even PRCs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANTED TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took me forever to find a place to settle down... Finally settled at Azzura... AND THEN THE DARK CLOUDS CAME and IT STARTED DRIZZLING. @#$%^&amp;amp;!!!!!!! Therefore I am now STILL WITHOUT A DECENT TAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear I have no bloody fate with the sunshine. Same shit in Bali. Grr. Next time I see a bit of sun, I'm putting on my zebra prints strapless tanning bikini and marching to the nearest playground with my towel. GRRRRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 590px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tanning.jpg" width="483" height="652" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My failed attempt to suntan. *grouchhhhh*.... and I love my new F21 shades. They're dirt cheap, omg. I went crazy and bought 3 pairs... cuz they were cheap and cute. WOOT. Oh yes, and I LOVE my current hair colour cuz it seems to match well with a lot of stuff. hahahahahahahah LAME, but yes, I pretty much like the ash brown thingy going on. It'll only become darker as it grows out... Thinking of slowly darkening it until it becomes jet black... I haven't had jet black hair before so I wouldn't mind trying. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And please read my StarBlog post for this week... The topic is about the most memorable Valentines' Day and Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starblog.stomp.com.sg/post.php?blogid=1508" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/iwishsb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you had a great 1st and 2nd of CNY! If you're Chinese, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;祝你新年快乐，身体健康，心想事成，万事如意&lt;/span&gt;!!! Yea I totally ripped that off my own StarBlog post cuz I'm too lazy to type it again. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2715610114635529375?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2715610114635529375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2715610114635529375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-6919462262953830555</id><published>2010-02-14T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:45:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 1st day of CNY. I must not get upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that could make me happy now... is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-6919462262953830555?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6919462262953830555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6919462262953830555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-1st-day-of-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-6781319824132932679</id><published>2010-02-05T23:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T02:28:51.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY, BALI TRIP PHOTOS!!! I decided that I didn't wanna get hit by a fighter jet and that if I didn't put these stuff up soon, Chinese New Year would've passed. So yes, FINALLY. If you find the photos a bit blurry sometimes, that's cuz THEY ARE BLURRY due to my complete lack of interest in re-taking them. And I'm too pissed off with the current version of photoshop I have on my laptop (I don't even know how to use it... its WEIRD) to bother trying to edit anything... other than to shrink the photos. Didn't even bother to plaster my blog name all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok let's get a move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jess and I arrived in Bali quite late at night... and we got ripped off on our first cab ride to the hotel. We paid like, 100000rupiah for a short cab ride. We later found out that it wasn't entirely our fault cuz normal metered taxis aren't allowed to enter the arrival area or something so that the evil cab drivers there can tout and cheat unassuming tourists (like us) of their moolah! Oh well, at least we got smart after awhile... we hired a car for an awesome price (not telling cuz I'm selfish) for the remainder of our stay! We even touted cab drivers eventually when we went out late at night and our driver had gone home... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of the photos don't really have me in them cuz I took photos of Jess, and Jess has most of the photos with me in it, but since she vanished into the shores of Thailand almost immediately after we got back from Bali, I still haven't had a chance to rob her of the photos! So please enjoy my dearest friend's double D cups which made my small B's look like essentially NOTHING AT ALL, especially since I only wore 2 sets of bikinis for the entire trip and NO BRAS at all. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/plane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was, of course, our plane. I haven't been that near a plane for too long so I was worse than a kid with a freakin' lollipop. Like never see aeroplane before. Hahahahah I love planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/menjess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jess and I waiting to board the awesome plane. Its only awesome to me cuz I'm plane-crazy. Yes. Blonde. That's old news so please don't ask me or tell me about it. Don't wanna hear it. I'm becoming brunette in a few days, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First look at our room. Check out our SUPER WIDE SCREEN STATE-OF-THE-ART TV. HAHAHA! The room was really really cheap... nice environment outside the room.... but inside the room, it was just pretty basic. But my awesome mentality when I go on holidays is "Stay in 5 star hotels only if they're free, otherwise, screw it and go BUDGET! More money for activities!"...... if you don't agree, you're just either too rich, or a bit retarded... or both. I know people who are rich and still go on budget, which is why they're rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, throughout our 4 nights there, whenever we got back to the room at night, there would always be puddles of water on the floor. We didn't spill anything, so initially we thought that the roof was leaking and the rain seeped through, so we left it alone... until the last day, just as we were about to check out, more water appeared from under Jess's bed and a piece of bloody-looking wet tissue floated out too...!!!!!!!!! *faints* We basically just grabbed our bags and checked out. DON'T WANNA KNOW WHAT THE HECK THAT WAS.... although some part of me is still damn interested in the possibilities of it being something sinister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/street2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Typical street in Bali! The side is full of scooters and motorcycles. Oh yea, everyone there (including cars) travel at a MAXIMUM speed of 50km/h... freakin' laid back pace of life, I'm tellin' you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/bamboobar1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/bamboobar2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's Bamboo Bar... our favourite place to hang out! The food was great, so were the drinks, and most importantly, it was totally affordable! We made friends with the peeps who ran that place and we kept going back every other day cuz we liked the cosy ambience of the place and the awesome hospitality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/mapgregjess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's Greg (friend of Gavin who was the partner of the owner of the place) marking off cool places on the map for us to visit. Jess was bonding with them (there's another dude not in the photo) cuz they're Australians and Jess is a PR... so they pretty much know everything about everything in Oz. I NEED TO VISIT THAT PLACE SOON, DAMMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/jesssitting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/beachjess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later that day just before the sun set, we went and check out the beach... like, FINALLY!!! Well, it wasn't so bad, but its pretty damaged considering how many people pass by that place every day. STILL BETTER THAN SINGAPORE'S FAKE (Sentosa) AND DISAPPEARING (East Coast Park) BEACHES!!! Sorry, but Singapore just isn't the awesomest place if you're looking for long stretches of beaches... our geography just doesn't allow for it, not like we can help it. But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/deadfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know this is kinda morbid, but... DEAD FEEEEEEEESH!!!! Whole beach was littered with all sorts of dead fishes... don't even get to see that in Singapore. But that's GOOD. I was quite disturbed when I kept feeling dead fishes brushing against my legs when the waves washed in. Seriously icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/VanessaTay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/kutabeach1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/mebeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know this photo of me is damn ugly. I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was taken on another day, but while I'm on the beaches, I might as well slot it in... I know I'll definitely miss it out later somehow no thanks to the absence of my short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day, I basically INSISTED on going Para-gliding... but we had no clue where that was. Unfortunately, NEITHER DID OUR LOCAL DRIVER!!!! *mumbles* But we made him drive us all the freakin' way to freakin' Ubud (smack in the middle of Bali... we were staying in the South) which took 2hrs... and trying to locate the place took another lifetime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/driver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we ended up in the most ulu farm lands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/cliff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/countryside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/cows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/mejessincar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This next photo below is supposed to be a SUPER BREATH-TAKING sight, but I just couldn't capture it on camera no matter how hard I tried... basically, it was one of those moments where you could see into the "infinite horizon" and "see the sea meet the sky"... I'M NOT JOKING!!! It was so bloody pretty... I just can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/skyandsea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just TRY to exercize your imagination a bit ok? Good luck. LOL. And yes, I kept having the stupid tendency to stick my arm out of the vehicle to take photos. No vehicles around to fly by and chop my arms off though. So that's fine =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we FINALLY got to the even-more-ulu edge of the cliff, we found a bunch of depressed-looking Koreans there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/koreans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got there at 3.30pm... and they had been there since 8am just waiting for the wind to change direction and blow TOWARDS the shore instead of away from it so that they won't all get blown off to a far away land. So that pretty much meant that I WASN'T GOING TO PARA-GLIDE!!!! *disgruntled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took some nice photos of the unspoiled beach a few kilometres below us... there were people surfing... you can see it if you squint just a little and move nearer your computer screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/unspoiledbeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't want us to come all the way to Ubud only to NOT DO ANYTHING cuz that's just disappointing... so we told the driver to drive us to the nearest White Water Rafting place. It was TOTALLY EXPENSIVE (and they're damn clever cuz they charged us in USD!!!) but Jess and I decided we'll just do it anyways so that the whole day wasn't totally wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/jesslifejacket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/startingpoint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After getting into our gear, we had to take a 10min hike downhill to the starting point... I was totally thrilled cuz it reminded me of OBS in sec 3!!! I loved OBS!!!.... and the guy you see in the picture above was our guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/mejessriver1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lob-sided photo that the dude took of us. I passed him my camera (he was helping me carry it in the waterproof bag the whole time) and he got pretty happy snapping photos of us... and after he was done, I think he went through my stored photos too -_-" I don't know about everyone else's cameras, but mine remembers the last photo you stopped browsing, so when the camera restarts again, it displays where you left off. So that's how I found out. Oh well. Its not like I have any indecent photos in there... if he saw my bikini photos then good for him lor. The whole world has seen it anyways. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/mejessriver2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think both of us look so cute kicking around in the water in this photo. LOL! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So after our totally thrilling rafting ride, during which the guy was totally hitting on Jess and even dragged her and made her fall over into the river HAHAHAH, we took a 20min uphill hike to wait for our ride back to the main reception area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/padi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of a sudden, there were padi fields. HAHA. I thought it was totally random!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And after a short wait, our ride finally arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/ride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPENING OR WHAT MAN?!?! Hahahaha! It was a bumpy ride but it was fun... which was all that mattered. Actually the whole point of the trip was to experience what I couldn't experience in Singapore, so I was pretty much fine with everything and I thought everything was fun! Hahaha. We even got to go on a horse ride, but I didn't have my camera and my mobile phone's camera had water in it so it was cranky and I couldn't get photos of the horse ride )= Oh well, next time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we got back to the road, we saw a kid riding on a scooter with his little sibling clinging on behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/VanessaTay.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/kidscooter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't think those people need licenses to ride scooters, do they?! I was quite worried about those kids but I guess they grew up in that environment so they'd be safer than I'd be on a scooter. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, since I'm absolutely, totally and completely brilliant, I totally remembered to pack a clean top to change into after the rafting... unfortunately, I was also brilliant enough to FORGET TO BRING ALONG DRY SHORTS........... so I had a wet butt for the rest of the freakin' evening. Better yet, we got the driver to drive us up to the freakin' mountain top so we could stare at the volcano (I think its called Kintamani) in all its awesomeness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/kintamani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were about 1km above sea level, but it was totally freakin' cold... AND THERE I WAS SHIVERING MY ASS OFF because my shorts were still soaked from the rafting... -_-" seriously. I'm too intelligent for my own good at times. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/waydown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one was taken on our way down the mountain... I was sticking my arm out dangerously yet again. Kids, do not try this... Not ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day, we decided to go walk around a bit before going for some seafood at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/dick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out what Jess and I found. Its exactly what you think it is... and its a bottlecap opener too! Jess bought one of them for her little bro... who isn't very little now. LOL. There wasn't much to shop though. We visited the surf wear factory outlets and the local brands' factory outlet... didn't buy much at all. I bought myself a Surfer Girl strapless bikini for SGD10 and that's about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when we were done, we got the driver to bring us to some place that was known for their seafood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/altar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out their elaborate altar at the entrance. They're so religious I'm really just in awe of them. Do you know that the WHOLE of Bali came together for a massive prayer session when they heard that a tsunami was going to strike? Everyone basically prayed together big time for their deities' protection and all... and it TOTALLY PAID OFF!!! I hadn't realized it before, but now I realize that Bali was not even mentioned in the news following the tsunami a few years back! They were COMPLETELY UNSCATHED. I guess that their devotion to their faith (they're 95% Hindu over there) really paid off! They're soooooo religious that everywhere on the streets, I'd see all the offerings all over in front of shops and houses! They all do their daily rituals early in the morning and places offerings and all. Its just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But yea, back to the seafood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/prawns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had to go order our food right at the front and they charged us according to the weight... I gave up taking more photos of the raw stuff cuz the guy seemed to be getting a bit annoyed, plus I don't really know how to make a dead squid look awesome or appetizing, so I decided to save my efforts for when the cooked version arrived on our table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/grillarea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the grilling/BBQ-ing area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/grilledfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This grilled fish was SUPER AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/prawnscooked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had quite few prawns cuz we didn't want any wastage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/shells.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one just looks miserable... there was only so few cuz we were essentially paying them for the weight of the shells -_-".... besides, I didn't eat that stuff so we couldn't order too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/sotong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sotong! I didn't even bother arranging it so that it looks nicer in the photo. I was too hungry to care. Good enough that I even bothered to take 3secs to snap the damn photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok whatever. We had more but I was too hungry and I thought I was gonna die so we had to dig in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During dinner, there was this traditional Balinese dance thingy going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I acted like a complete tourist and started snapping pictures. LOL! But after that, I took some pictures of the outdoor area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was hoping to sit outdoors but it was raining, so..... booooooooo. The white dots are raindrops caught falling midair. Shiok. I didn't think my camera could do that! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day, Jess and I just spent more time attempting to shop. We tried very hard to shop, but I don't think we really succeeded. Walked down Legian, Kuta and even Seminyak (which is the more "attas" and expensive district) but we just weren't interested in buying anything. I thought I'd lost my mind. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We didn't wanna spend too much moolah on food for lunch so we strolled into a random stall... It was a lot like the mixed rice thingy we have in Singapore so its all good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/chupchai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/chupchai2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We paid about SGD3.50 each for our meal... Which was EXPENSIVE considering we were in Bali! I think the locals could have it for under 50cents... but after awhile, we realized that we could damn well go eat at the same places as the locals do, but we WILL STILL GET CHARGED TOURIST PRICES because that's just how it is. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that brings me to the end of my Bali trip! My neck is breaking and I need to play some Mafia Wars on FB now. Hahahahah. In case I don't make it here in time, 恭喜发财 to you!!! My Mom, sis and I won't be celebrating this year, but hope you have an awesome one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll TRY to update again soon with photos from the Singapore Airshow... most of which consists of very attractive pilots in their full uniforms... omg. HAHAHA suddenly I'm boy-crazy -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-6781319824132932679?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6781319824132932679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6781319824132932679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-bali-trip-photos-i-decided-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bali%20trip%202010/th_plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-256960937723010765</id><published>2010-02-02T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:10:35.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm supposed to show you photos of my Bali trip, but something else bugged me so that's gonna be delayed for another few days. I'm REALLY in the process of shrinking the photos so that they don't take 10 years to load when you come to my blog!!! But yea, I promise I'll do it within the next 3 days okokokokok! SORRY!!!! School started and then I went and cleverly enrol myself into a module that has already been running for 4 weeks so I got DAMN BLOODY A LOT to catch up with... *pant pant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, I think I'm damn psychic. I actually started writing this entry last wednesday cuz I SUDDENLY had the inspiration... and then the StarBlog topic popped up in my email and it was EXACTLY what I was thinking about. So I splashed it all on my StarBlog since I love it so much ahahaha. As a result, my dearest darling blog here has been neglected once again. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But really lah. I promise I'll put the photos up within the next 3 days. I bluff then I kena bang by F16 fighter jet during airshow ok? (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes, I was just thinking back about some things that took place last year... Don't know why it started, but I think of a lot of nonsense all the time (some are coherent, some aren't, but I can't control what drifts in to my thoughts, can I?) so yea. It just happened and I felt like I had to type something about it lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's no nice way of starting out on what I have to say, except to just say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know how some guys keep whining that they can't find the right girl and all that? And that the girl would be on them one day, and on another guy the next? And that all their buddies are assholes but somehow, they find that they're stuck to their buddies and doing whatever jackshit the buddies tell them to do although they hate doing it? And then later on they whine the daylights out of you? Then then whole cycle starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These guys I'm talking about are in their mid-20's. I'm not describing silly teenage boys. Teens have all the right to be silly all the time cuz when else in life to be silly than in our teens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Initially, they're totally sweet. They hang out with you when you're bored... They call you and SMS you all day... They get worried when you catch a flu... They bring you your favourite food and drinks and say "No its really ok, don't need to pay me back, just get well soon!"... They tell you that they will help you as much as possible if you need anything... ANYTHING at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They also paint the picture that they're such nice guys and that all the girls in this world (except you, of course, cuz you're the one and only special one to them) should just get hit by lightning and die for breaking hearts of guys like him who are too darn nice and pure for their own good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;*******and then the mystical StarBlog psychics who are obviously more psychic than I am hacked into my psychic brain and sucked out everything for what it's worth*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which is why (paiseh, paiseh) you have to read the rest of it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starblog.stomp.com.sg/post.php?blogid=1497" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VTAY - StarBlog" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/poormen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe. You just wanna slap me now right? Right. Ok. Come back in another 72hours to see my Bali photos okokok! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-256960937723010765?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/256960937723010765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/256960937723010765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-supposed-to-show-you-photos-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-6405746844270928401</id><published>2010-01-01T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:21:28.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My resolution for 2010 should have been my resolution for every other year before this, but I guess it took me this long to finally realize what I truly want. Better late than never I guess. I only have ONE single resolution for myself this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BE HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. What more should there be anyways? LOL. I haven't made myself happy for so long and somehow, life got a bit dull and tiresome... And I'm only 21. That's not how it should be. So this year, I'm gonna be a happy 22 year old as much as I can help it. Don't ask me how I'll do it... I have my own ways and only I will know it. That's all! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, read more about why being happy is so important to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//starblog.stomp.com.sg/post.php?blogid=1469"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VTay on STOMP StarBlog" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/mlnw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-6405746844270928401?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6405746844270928401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/6405746844270928401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2010/01/h-p-p-y-2-0-1-0-my-resolution-for-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5592239357869710127</id><published>2009-12-26T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:43:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. It should be what we all have in abundance and it should be all that we should ever fight for. It should be the only thing we hold on to, against all odds. Even when everything seems hopeless, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; is the last thing that we should let go of. &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I think I'm the only one who can grasp this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes I think I'm standing alone in all the purity of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; but its hard to keep standing upright when the world is showering anger and resentment down on me. Some even see my silence as hostility. Well, maybe they're just not very receptive to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; themselves. I don't mean to be a preachy bitch, but this is what I really stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't kid yourself anymore because its real and its true. You damn well know that what I said about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; NOW! and Forever more.&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/5804078-5592239357869710127?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5592239357869710127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5592239357869710127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-8411649022463578260</id><published>2009-12-24T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:02:45.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall be disappearing all over the place so before I officially start vanishing, here's a half-assed attempt at making a nice postcard looking greeting photo thingymajiggy... my VS Santa hat is still so SEXAYE.... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/XMAS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have yourself a blessed Chrismas! Don't put on too much weight and grow fat ok! And in case I don't make it back here after Chrismas... Happy New Year too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And just for your info, I'll be away from 8th to 13th Jan 2010... Going to Bali with Jess. I'm super pro, ok. 8th Jan is the 1st lecture for my Newsroom module... So basically, I go for lecture from 2-5pm, then I dash to catch my flight! But I'll be back in time for the next lecture, so that's fine. HAHAHAHAHA. I like to pull little stunts like that, much to everyone's annoyance (especially my Mom's)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! BYE BYE 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-8411649022463578260?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8411649022463578260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8411649022463578260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-shall-be-disappearing-all-over-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-3611209547297144356</id><published>2009-12-16T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:56:19.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some random things you don't know about me or haven't realized about me but since I feel like typing something that doesn't really have form of direction, I'll just tell you for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) I don't wear clothes that have faces on them... unless its my own face, but I haven't felt motivated enough to print my own face on a shirt, so I don't own such a shirt and I will NEVER wear another person's face on my shirt... No, not even my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) I don't have an idol. Not a celebrity idol thingy anyways. I like to look at Kim Hyun Joong, Taylor Lautner and a few other pretty boys, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I think Robert Pattinson looks better as a fake vampire. He should put on that make up for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Scrawny and pale-skinned guys turn me off BIG TIME. Yes, Chinese included. Nicely tanned skin on guys should be the way to go. (Bryan, you're too tanned, so I'm not talking about you, HAHA)... But Kim Hyun Joong is an exception. I just like the "aura" he gives, so he's allowed to be pale. He HAS muscles so that's fine too. None of these matters, by the way. I'm just talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) I think that guys who have no chest (actually, just no proper muscles on their body) and wear their skinny jeans loosely have a problem and they should really fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok end of story. I'm bored and I'm gonna distract myself with something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-3611209547297144356?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3611209547297144356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3611209547297144356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-random-things-you-dont-know-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-7853771449195920874</id><published>2009-12-15T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:31:58.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, you don't have to drop dead trying to find presents for your loved ones. Especially not if they are fashion-savvy ladies. ClubCouture is here to save everyone. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I basically stumbled upon this site somehow and I wanted to make some purchases, but my com went and hang on me so I just gave up and never checked out what I ordered in my shopping cart. I REALLY REALLY LIKED THE CLOTHES I ORDERED!!! I'm actually the kind that thinks for very very very long and stares even longer at the screen before FINALLY deciding to click "Check Out", and then the disaster happened, so I never got to get my pretty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As luck would have it, I guess they somehow found me a while ago, so HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just so you know, the website is very easy to navigate and very elegant-looking. When I first saw the site, I was like, "Oh my goodness this is gonna be expensive..." BUT I WAS WRONG!! The clothes are seriously (cross my heart) affordable and stylish. They are of GOOD MATERIAL (very very very important) unlike some other irritating sites'... I felt so cheated on so many occasions and I'm on the verge of putting up a list of my blacklisted blogshops for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, ClubCouture is 100% safe for buying, I'll give you my word! This red bustier tube I'm wearing in the 2 photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tube1.jpg" width="334" height="486" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/tube2.jpg" width="565" height="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... is from ClubCouture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Awesome stretchable and comfy material... Can be worn to school with jeans and can also be worn for more formal occasions... I like clothes that can be mixed and matched and are versatile! The way the fabric gathers is also very flattering! I actually wish they had the same top in every other colour... I'll totally get it and wear it on a regular cycle of rotation. Hahaha! I can be very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now's a great time to shop with them actually. Every purchase comes with a FREE SET OF EARRINGS!!! So you get to give a little more to your friends and family... Wouldn't that be nice? Think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So... hop on down to ClubCouture and start shopping alright? I promise you won't regret. What's more, ClubCouture has so generously extended a 15% discount for you nice people who read my blog! Details are below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clubcouture.cc/?utm_source=vtay&amp;amp;utm_medium=editorial&amp;amp;utm_campaign=vtay-12-16"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com for ClubCouture" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/vanessa-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Click on the poster to start shopping! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Sponsored by ClubCouture*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-7853771449195920874?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7853771449195920874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/7853771449195920874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-you-dont-have-to-drop-dead-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4838301572398469163</id><published>2009-12-13T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:38:37.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything has been crazy. I don't even know how or why, but somehow, it has. I didn't even realize it! But I guess I'd better start realizing it now cuz 2009 is coming to an end and I'm wondering how the hell 365 days could have seemed so short. I swear everyday didn't clock the full 24hrs that we're supposed to be entitled to! But whatever, 2009 was crazy (in both the good AND bad way) and I somehow feel that 2010 is just gonna be crazier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhoooo..... last Wednesday, EN-X performed at Velvet Underground for the GYSB Boomz '09 event. Its a moderate drinking campaign by APB and we're part of the group of youth ambassadors. Here's 2 raw photos from the photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/enx1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/enx2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I'm not wrong, you should be seeing our faces (and the other ambassadors too) around on posters soon... I don't know much of the details actually. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Mom and her bestie were there to give me moral support too!! But my Mom just said that everything and everyone was too loud and they were half-deaf so they couldn't hear much of anything. *SIGH* Oh well, its the thought that counts... at least they turned up... and I'm really surprised that my Mom's bestie is so supportive of me and my band thingy... Quite cute. Haha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some photos from before we went on stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/envv3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alfe (our session drummer) is SOOOO busy with his iPhone. He's damn funny... tried to convince me that his iPhone is damn awesome cuz there a beer application that makes the whole screen look like its a mug of beer... then when you tilt it and pretend to drink it, the levels actually decrease like you're actually drinking it. I couldn't be more -_-" than ever. LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/enxvv2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sam looks the cutest in this photo, I don't know why. He looks like he's in some sort of freakin' winter place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And these are photos from during the show... From Bryan's camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/DSC06342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm working hard to bend the pitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/DSC06349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fat man was sweating half his fats off on stage, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/DSC06345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate this photo of me because MY EAR IS STICKING OUT!!! I think I have ugly ears and I'm weird about my ears being seen in photos... or seen at all, actually. But I'm not the kind who only shows people my pretty photos, so here's an ugly photo for you to puke at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/enxvv1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one's from my own camera... taken backstage by an old friend whom I bumped into backstage! Her name is Weizhen... she's the piano prodigy older sis of my friend Weiling and we've known each other since I was 9! I didn't recognize her, but she recognized me backstage and said hi, and I found out that she was the drummer for the other band that was performing! They're called "Da Feng Chui" (direct translation = Big Wind Blow) and they were some Channel U superband people... Sorry, I have no idea which position they were cuz I didn't watch the show! But they're great! And the piano prodigy is now also an awesome drummer. Kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, back to photos from Bryan's cam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/DSC06356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting ready to go off after the show... and this is a supposed CHIO photo of me... although I still don't like how my ear is showing.... )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/DSC06357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's us outside of Zouk... Bryan, Andy and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/DSC06358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was when Andy saw someone he knew and went and say hi. He knows almost the whole world so its not surprising at all. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 of us were totally starving (actually I think it was just me, as usual) so Andy drove us to get some Dim Sum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/DSC06360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWESOMENESS. This wasn't actually everything we ordered... we had about 20 items. 3 of us finished EVERYTHING!!! Ok, except for like, 3 small dumplings, so we packed it up and brought it home. But we're such monsters!!! Ate so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, did you know that women ARE NOT WRONG to fuss over their waistlines? Apparently, the waistline is the best indication of the overall health of a person... So the smaller your waist is, the healthier you are cuz the "unhealthy" stuff gets picked up at the waist or something like that. I don't really know the full story (go Google it yourself!) cuz my Mom was the one who attended some health talk at work and she told me that... and to simplify things for myself, I just remembered it as "Women are not wrong to fuss over keeping their waistlines small!".... although I know a lot of women who don't give a shit about it and just give up. So I shall continue to keep my waist below 24inches for as long as I can help it...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I mean HEALTHILY small according to your size ok? I don't mean for you to go Bulimic or Anorexic... so don't be retarded and do stupid things then come and put words in my mouth! Why are people Bulimic or Anorexic anyways? There's too much good food in the world and too little time to try it all in one lifetime!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall adjourn for more food now.... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4838301572398469163?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4838301572398469163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4838301572398469163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-has-been-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2341730233797604050</id><published>2009-12-11T04:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:45:23.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/enxvv1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photo from last night! We were performing for the GYSB Boomz '09 launch at Velvet Underground... I'll be back soon... soon... =P Once again I'm hoping this photo appeases you. LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2341730233797604050?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2341730233797604050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2341730233797604050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-from-last-night-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5165386592213007797</id><published>2009-11-16T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:55:24.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had mini brainwave, so here are some of the photos!... taken slightly more than a month back at Boiler Room St.James. Its my new fascination... Boiler Room rocks. Woot! I've only put up the decent looking ones... As in my friends look decent. I don't necessarily look decent in the photos but it doesn't matter. LOL. Morgan already gave me an earful about posting ugly photos of him on FB and he's gonna hold me responsible if he remains single for the next 10 years. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/am1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amos and I. We seldom get to take photos together so this is one of the nice photos we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/as1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The guy... I can't remember his name... But he's the drunk one from the next table who was hitting on Astrid big time, and he stuck his head in for this photo, so no choice... O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/as2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/as3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I look constipated here. Don't need to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/as4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Astrid is so scarily fair. Anyways, I had to get more photos with her because she was returning to Indonesia... which she already has... but she's currently back here for holidays... HAHA funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="vanessatay.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/gn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gilbert Nogales! He's the awesome drummer at Boiler Room... and my band's session drummer says he awesome too... he's like, the winner of Drum competition for 2 years in a row. Awesome. I get so painfully humbled when I meet such experienced and talented musicians... Gilbert is Pinoy and he's been in Singapore for 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="vanessatay.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/mg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/mg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think these 2 photos aren't ugly... And I hope Morgan doesn't call me up again and scold me. HAHAHAHAAAA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you're wondering, this was the fateful night that I somehow managed to tear my big toe nail in half after being so totally high and dancing on the high chair... which wasn't very stable... and my clouded judgement basically brought upon the physical pain. HAHAHA. So retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5165386592213007797?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5165386592213007797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5165386592213007797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-mini-brainwave-so-here-are-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-8320117676078825705</id><published>2009-11-16T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:18:02.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been mentally and emotionally adrift for the past few weeks, but I think I'm pretty much back. Something just kinda snapped back into place within me so I'm fine now. Back to catch up with all the action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, I'd wanted to blog and show you photos of the nonsense I'd been up to prior to the tragedy... I've shrunken the photos so its a waste not to put it up! But anyways, because I've been such an airhead, I left the adaptor for my 1TB external hard disk somewhere... so now its just sitting on my table being useless. I'M SUCH AN IDIOT!!!!!!! Garrrrr. ALL my photos are in there because I haven't wanted to transfer the photos onto my laptop and burden it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I suddenly feel totally inspired to finish all my school assignments at one shot... and I have to call up people who owe me my pay... and I have to work on a few advertorials that have been put on hold due to the tragedy... and those 5 playlists...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRxG9wZAWFM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mRxG9wZAWFM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been dying to get this A1 song! Anyone has it? I don't care if you don't like but I'm a crazed A1 fan so I love the damn song anyways!!!! Besides, its so radio friendly... its hard not to like it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH YES YES YES. ANNOUNCEMENT! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My band EN-X's album has FINALLY BEEN RELEASED!!!&lt;/span&gt; Who hasn't ordered a copy and wants a copy??? Send me an email at &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;vanessa.vtay@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt; to secure your copy!! Hurry grab it before its gone! For people who have reserved their copies, please send me an email or an SMS (if you have my mobile no.) and I'll arrange to pass you the CDs... Ok ok ok? (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright I'm gonna go find food now... I've more or less finished up anything edible in my house because I'm such a monster... Haha.&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/5804078-8320117676078825705?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8320117676078825705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8320117676078825705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-mentally-and-emotionally.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5043185722368996135</id><published>2009-11-10T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:14:33.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ris Low says, "Please take a look at yourself in the mirror, as if you're not disgracing yourself. Is your English really that good? Can you really speak that well? Can you write that well? Do you think you can stand on the stage and portray yourself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VTay says, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, I'm NOT disgracing myself and YES YES YES TO THE REST OF YOUR QUESTIONS, so GO F*** YOURSELF, RIS LOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go find the full interview which the above excerpt came from by yourself... I don't feel like posting the link for you because I'm going out to hunt myself a Ris Low now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5043185722368996135?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5043185722368996135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5043185722368996135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/11/ris-low-says-please-take-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2954219228342928005</id><published>2009-11-04T23:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:52:59.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm finally sitting down to do this. I guess this is the start of everything else... just to get the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The past 2 weeks have been pretty hard on my family, and we are VERY thankful for all those who were around to offer their support...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Personally, I'm eternally grateful to my Mom's siblings (Aunt Daisy and Uncle Bob) for all their help and support they offered my Mom all the way from the time my Dad was in hospital until the end of my Dad's funeral. They were the only relatives who were truly helpful in all areas and I'm deeply touched by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, I'm really thankful to all the girls from my Dad's soccer team, especially the senior girls. They were always around to provide my Dad with moral support while he was in coma, and they took great care of my sis while at the hospital and at the wake... and they were also very helpful to my Mom, helping her to sover all reflective surfaces around the house right after my Dad passed on... and helping out with whatever physical chores my Mom needed to be done. They were always around for my family, and for that, I am very much grateful to them for all their help and their fierce loyalty to my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To my dearest friends who were around at the moment my Dad left us... Min, Bryan, Buddy Priss, Rubez, Morgan, Alvin, April, Ben, Samuel (especially you Sam, cuz you only just joined EN-X and we weren't close before this, but you still always came to see me at the hospital and at the wake to offer support as my new big bro in the band) and Xiang... THANK YOU all for being there at my lowest moment... Thank you all for being there to hug me and comfort me while I was hiding away in a corner and trying hard not to fall apart into a million pieces... Amos, Kumar and PeiQi left earlier cuz they had something to attend to early next morning, but thanks for the chocolates (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm eternally grateful to Min for all the help she provided me with... helping me buy the MANY meals from strange places to satiate my cravings and my monsterous appetite... also for dragging her laptop around so I could use it (I was still laptopless at that time) for work or for entertainment... for putting up with her Mom's nagging because she spent so much time with me... for always being there for me throughout the entire duration of my family's ordeal... from the hospital to the wake... helping me bling my namecard holders cuz I was half-blind... and also for skipping class to be with me... really, for everything you've done for me, Min, THANK YOU so much... I don't know what else to say, but I hope you know that I'll always also be here for you and you can totally count on me for anything in future... I promise I'll help you to my best abilities like you did for me. Really glad I found you in SC those years ago!!! Please help me thank your Dad for being so understanding and helping you to help me buy stuff... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Bryan, thanks for being there with me at the hospital and dropping by as and when you could afford the time to... And also for staying with me on both nights during my graveyard shift at my Dad's wake, helping me chase cats... Haha... Sorry to have tired you out so thoroughly... But really, thanks for helping me buy coffee and eyedrops and for staying with me throughout the entire time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Buddy and Wendy, thanks for taking time out of your weekend to come and spend time with me... and for buying me food and drinks and hand cream... haha... thanks Buddy, for charging outta your house in the middle of the night without any make up on just to rush to my side when my Dad was about to go.... Buddy, please help me thank your parents for being so kind to me too yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Xiang, we stopped talking for awhile cuz we were both very busy and absorbed in our lives, but I'm glad that we've started talking again and its like nothing's changed and we were never apart at all... Feels like its back to sec school days again, but kinda better... I'm really thankful that you're still here for me after so long, for staying out so late (you never did so before!) so you could be with me at the hospital, and also for staying and being with me during my graveyard shift on the 2nd night and skipping school the following day... Thank you so damn much... I'm also glad I found you in SC!! Please also help me thank your Mom for all the help she provided for me and my Mom... (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Mana, thank you for dropping by on both days of the wake... and for being late for class on the final day to be with me when my Dad made his final journey... really deeply thankful for that... I'm sorry I didn't manage to spend more time with you, but please know that your presence was really appreciated. I'm glad we're still in touch all the way since our pri 6 days...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To La-chan, sorry that your Mom yelled at you for coming to attend my Dad's wake, but thanks for fighting that out with her to be there for me... I'm really thankful for that and I really appreciate it... Hope you had a fruitful conversation with my Grandpa! I know he enjoyed chatting with you... He's always looking for someone who would listen to what he has to share, and I'm thankful that you were willing to listen! Thanks also, for the chicken essense and the Kinder Bueno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Diana, Claudia and Kris, thanks for showing up at the wake... I was really surprised that you guys took the time out from your busy schedules to come... so thanks a whole bunch... (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Morgan, Amos and Kumar, thanks for being so "hardcore" and coming to see me at the wake every afternoon... and even skipping a class or 2 for me... thanks thanks thanks...!!! You guys kick ass. Yes Morgan, you are the man... everybody loves Morgan... Yes yes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Justin, Royce, Chi Yuan, Sherwin, Hua, Beverly, Gayne, Charmaine, Ying Min, Jayce, Sandy, Mervyn, Alvin, Ben, Samuel, April, Astrid, Neek, Melinda, Louis, Myren... THANK YOU ALL for taking time out to drop by, some of you more than just once... thanks so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Rubez, Buddy and Wendy, thanks for taking care of admin matters at school... Making arrangements with the office and lecturers and all regarding the excuse of my absence at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Mrs Quek and Mrs Eng, the 2 teachers who made a difference to me earlier in my life, thank you so much for coming too... You didn't have to, but you did, and that made even more difference to me... so, thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Cher and Jess, thank you both for calling and SMSing me daily from Melbourne and Sydney respectively... thanks for checking up on me throughout the day to see if I'm alright... I really appreciate that you did your best to be there for me although you both are pretty darn far away from me physically... (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B, thank you for all your guidance and for being my emotional support for the "aftermath"... You don't know how bloody thankful I am to have you around... I'd be so lost and flustered if I was handling all of these alone... And I really hope to have you around for a long time to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To my ex and current lecturers Piya and Angelyn, thank you for all your help and understanding and for granting me an extension on my assignment... Especially to Piya who helped me communicate with Angelyn... You're not lecturing me this term so you didn't have to help, but you did anyways, and I'm really really really thankful for that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Serene, Felix and the STOMP team... thanks for the flowers... and thanks Felix and Vims for allowing my absence from StarBlog chat that week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks also to those who couldn't make it for the wake because they were overseas... Thanks for your SMSes and Facebook messages... and thanks to all those who wrote on my blog's shoutbox, on my STOMP StarBlog comment box, and on my Facebook walls... thank you all for your kind words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't think I've ever really felt eternally thankful to anyone before, so this entry might sound a bit unbelievable, but really, all these words are heartfelt and I'm someone who means what I say... Its horribly difficult to get good words out of me cuz I don't like to give them out unless the other party truly deserves it... So I really hope that whoever is reading this... If I've mentioned you, please accept my heartfelt gratitude. I'm sorry but there is only this much that words can express... If I could make you feel how thankful I am that I have you in my life, believe me, I would go to all lengths to do so. But meanwhile, just know that I'm really thankful and blessed to have you (ALL OF YOU!) in my life... and I'll never trade any one of you off for anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I've missed anyone out, please don't get angry... Blame my head, not my heart. Everything's been quite a blur for the past 2 weeks, so I might have missed some things out in the process, so please forgive me I missed you out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To people who pissed me (or my family) off so thoroughly during that low point in my life, FUCK YOU and please don't show up in front of me (or my family) ever again. May bad karma hit you in all directions, asshole(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To my closest friends... you know who you are... THANK YOU all for being with me during (possibly) the lowest point of my life so far... LOVE YOU ALL DEEP DEEP!!!&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/5804078-2954219228342928005?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2954219228342928005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2954219228342928005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-finally-sitting-down-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-1636231186399096856</id><published>2009-10-23T07:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:14:50.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allow me some time to sort things out. If you haven't already found out, my dad passed on on monday and its been a tough time for my family. My laptop died on me last wed and it's still being repaired.. so i'm typing this from my new N97.. which is essentially the best that has happened to me so far.. anyways, i'll be back soon to update.. just give me awhile to get my life back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-1636231186399096856?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1636231186399096856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1636231186399096856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/10/allow-me-some-time-to-sort-things-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4218410488815814633</id><published>2009-10-10T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:20:56.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello. I haven't gone and died somewhere, much to your disappointment (= In fact, it has been very much on the contrary... so much so that I managed to dance on high chairs and tear my big toe nail in half on my way down due to bad judgement of the height and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buddy and I both got cheap thrill items too... to answer to the calls of our bimbotic sides. Not sure about her, but at least for me, that was the case. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a boatload of photos, but life without Photoshop just isn't the same. I can't shrink my photos!!!! Please don't suggest I use Paint cuz I might actually send you something that jumps outta your screen and socks you in your eye. Paint sucks and causes images to be all pixellated after shrinking. Annoying. All the kind souls on my Plurk network have been recommending new softwares for shrinking photos, but after trying out all of them, I've decided that Photoshop is still the least troublesome for me. Maybe I'm just not used to it, but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waiting for my dear Bryan to pass me Photoshop so I can re-install it. Till then, enjoy the long wall of words on this entire page since there hasn't been photos for some time! LOL!&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/5804078-4218410488815814633?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4218410488815814633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4218410488815814633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-3973390894205579818</id><published>2009-10-04T17:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:12:34.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alrighty. The time has come again for me to tell you about something new that found me. I didn't find it, it found me. So I'm just lucky I get to benefit from it. I get to look pretty with its help! Introducing... CLEARIFY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skinbasique.com/vtay.htm"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com - CLEARIFY" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/vanessa-clearify-product.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my close friends is using it. Worked so well him that his skin is even "prettier" than mine now! It took effect faster on him than on me. I guess my skin's just as stubborn as I am. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of the time, I have to be contented with a few stubborn blackheads on my nose and around my face because that was pretty much as good as my uber oily skin could get, but with Clearify, after 2 weeks of usage, the blackheads on my nose have subsided quite significantly! Yes, I stare at myself in the mirror quite a lot everyday to make sure I'm not completely ugly, so ANY SLIGHT CHANGES would be quickly detected by me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kick-ass thing about this product is that it is suitable for almost everyone! I have really oily skin so its a real fight for me to keep my face as clear and blemish-free as possible. Pain in the ass. Haha. I’m quite impressed that their website actually provides good information about the product, ingredients, customer support and even a "customized consultation form"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ts amazing how things fall in place sometimes. Over last weekend, I got to know someone who’s working with Skin Basique (the genius behind Clearify) and I managed to get him to give me a good 5% discount (considering that this company has no practice of giving discounts so far) and I sort of convinced him into extending this discount to YOU as well! I don't suppose this offer is available should you access via their website's main page =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you guys are keen on checking it out, click on the picture below. I checked and indeed they have reduced their usual retail price! *chuckles* I'll put up a badge on my blog's left panel so it will be easier for you guys to access the discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skinbasique.com/vtay.htm"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com - CLEARIFY" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/vanessa-clearify-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I so agree with one of their customer reviews (yes they actually have a customer review page!)... this girl said "What's surprising is how much wonder this little bottle can do."! At 60 odd bucks for a working serum-like product, it’s so reasonable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, its time for my beauty sleep but not before I smooth my skin with Clearify! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-3973390894205579818?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3973390894205579818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3973390894205579818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/10/advertorial-alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2711511059177992448</id><published>2009-10-04T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:53:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you want someone to tell you the truth and nothing but the truth, DO NOT hold it against the person if you find that you don't actually like the truth that much. DO NOT put the truthful person under ANY fire at all because YOU asked for the truth. Its not the truthful person's fault that you don't like the truth. So just accept it and DEAL WITH IT if you don't like it, otherwise prepared to BE LIED TO! Opening fire at the truthful person would result in LIES, LIE and MORE LIES! And plenty more resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, if you DO NOT open fire at all, and yet the other party keeps TELLING LIES, then the other person is just PLAIN FUCKED UP and can pay for it somehow or rather. Does this make simple sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2711511059177992448?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2711511059177992448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2711511059177992448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-want-someone-to-tell-you-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-1577851334850958057</id><published>2009-10-02T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T03:38:13.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=japclass.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/japclass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got my certificate for Basic Japanese Language!! YAYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I just gotta work hard and pass JLPT4 in December! 頑張ってください (best of luck) to me... cuz I totally need it. Haha. Omg. But I'm really glad I have such a good sensei... she's on my right and she looks happier than us receiving our certs! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-1577851334850958057?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1577851334850958057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/1577851334850958057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-my-certificate-for-basic-japanese.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5248126310889933825</id><published>2009-09-27T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:45:00.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;At first, I told myself that its none of my business and I shouldn't let it bother me, much less say anything about it. But after almost 1 year of shutting up about things, I'M BREAKING MY SILENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I CAN'T FUCKING STAND PEOPLE WHO ARE SO COMPLETELY IGNORANT and yet are SO COMPLETELY PROUD OF IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let's make things clear before I go on further. I DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT look down on people who are not academically strong. I repeated 2 years in secondary school so I TOTALLY get it, trust me on that. No one gets it more than I do when it comes to that, so don't fight me and let's establish that I'm NOT shooting down people who aren't academically gifted, ok? I'm shooting down IGNORANT people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I admit that I'm ignorant about more things that I know of, but at least I admit it as much as possible and I don't go around parading the fact that I'm completely stupid about some things. For certain things, its fine, but for other things, its just DAMN FUCKING DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Case #1 was this girl from a well-off family. Let's call her Denise, if needbe. She transferred to her school from another school because she was a total outcast back in the former school. So she choreographed like, ONE dance routine for like, Teachers' Day or something and from then on she thought she was a major big shot. She SERIOUSLY thought she was on top of the dance world. However, back in classical ballet, she failed 2 grades and had been redoing the same darn grade for 2 years... *some facts have been omitted to make it less obvious*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know why I'm so annoyed with her? Apart from the fact that she tries to be fake all the time and acts like she knows me so well and tells people we hang out all the time when in actual fact, WE SO BLOODY DON'T!!! I can't stand the fact that she wouldn't admit that she's NOT GOOD ENOUGH AND WILL NEVER BE and so she dropped out of her dance classes, citing a "permanent knee injury" as the cause. She went around telling everyone how "DAMN POOR THING" she was because she loved to dance so much that she pushed herself to dance TOO MUCH and wore out her knee in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm telling you this. No one that I know of dances harder than my little sis. I can't stand her for most parts of it, but I can tell you that she DANCES LIKE MAD. The arches on her feet have threatened to collapse cuz SHE DANCES LIKE MAD and she has to wear nothing but Birkenstocks for support now. But her legs are mostly still alright and in good condition. AND SHE DANCES LIKE MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So... How can Denise possibly wear her knees out just by dancing less than half of what my sis does? I find it LUDICROUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She was NEVER on the skinny side of the weighing scale... she was mostly just either average or slightly more than average because she didn't get any exercize other than from dance, which she didn't even do that much. She mostly just starves herself to lose weight. So the last time I saw her around at school, she was VISIBLY CHUBBY. When asked why she put on a little weight (not by me cuz I'm NOT interested enough to care), she went on and on about her sob story and made everyone feel so bad for her and shit. I WAS COMPLETELY UNMOVED and my Buddy, who was nearly moved to tears, was wondering why I had no reaction whatsoever. BECAUSE ITS ALL A BLOODY LIE!!! Nothing but a PATHETIC LAST DITCH EFFORT TO CRY FOR ATTENTION which she failed to get through the "proper" ways!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SAD CASE BULLSHIT!!! Just ADMIT that you're not good enough and WORK HARD to GET BETTER if you really wanna dance well!!! DON'T JUST SIT AROUND AND FEEL SORRY FOR YOURSELF and MAKE UP ALL SORTS OF BULLSHIT EXCUSES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know what's worst about her? She was SO PROUD of failing 'O'levels. Her grades were MISERABLE, according to her. She had two C6s and the rest were either D7s or E8s. She didn't even complete her bloody 9 month diploma course properly, although its like, the easiest damn thing to do. Guess what? She blamed it on all sorts of things again. Not feeling well, just broke up with boyfriend, leg pain......... WHAT THE FUCK?? UNCONSCIOUSNESS should be the ONLY reason for failure to perform!!! Just because your parents can afford to waste money on your re-moduling doesn't mean you can make lousy ass excuses all the time and let them pay for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She peacocks the fact that she failed 'O'levels ALL THE TIME. Out of 5 times in casual group conversations, she mentions her TRASHY grades 4 times. She can be proud of it if it taught her something and made her a better person, but IT DIDN'T!! She just thinks she's a fucking genius for failing everything!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?! I don't get it!!! WHY would anyone think highly of themselves for failing??? You're supposed to LEARN from the failure and get something out of it, NOT PEACOCK THE FACT THAT YOU FAILED!!! Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Case #2... let's call her Janice. She's a serious sad case who camps in front of her computer all day and doesn't do jackshit at all. She has obviously NOTHING to get angry over, so she gets all angry about people who "attack" her on all those games that she plays on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After getting bored with Facebook, she goes and watches TV and when she sees something she doesn't like, she bitches about it like hell. HELLO, THE WHOLE BLOODY WORLD DOESN'T OWE YOU ANYTHING!! Can you please try to LEARN SOMETHING NEW instead of wasting your life away all the time? Yeah, you're skinny but that's all. Get over it. Skinnyness doesn't get you that far if you don't do anything about it and if you have NOTHING ELSE TO OFFER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;People show things on TV for entertainment and for information. Just because you're not interested (or rather, not intelligent enough to be interested) doesn't mean its not worth anything and that no one is interested. It doesn't mean they can't broadcast it just because it doesn't suit you! Sometimes, it actually pays to know a bit about some random stuff in the world out there.... HOW ELSE WILL WE LEARN???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think Singapore Idol is full of crap and a complete waste of satellite transmission frequencies, but hey, I don't have to watch it since I don't like it right. I don't go around demanding "WHY ARE THEY EVEN SHOWING IT?! IT DOESN'T DO ANYONE ANY GOOD! USE THE BUDGET FOR SOMETHING ELSE!"....... seriously. The station can do whatever the hell they wanna do!!! Just cuz you don't like it doesn't mean they shouldn't play it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know, she used to post angry remarks and stuff like that, and for awhile, some people were actually concerned cuz we thought she was really being bullied or something... until I recently realized that she's on more and more retarded Facebook games and she mostly bitches when she gets "attacked"... i mean, SERIOUSLY, can anyone's life get any sadder than that?!?!?! I play those games when I'm BORED SHITLESS. Its ok to be obsessed with a few games if it makes perfect sense to you, but to let it consume you and own your life like that.... ITS JUST PLAIN SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And now I'm gonna delete her from my list cuz she's so IDIOTIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;These 2 girls are a little too close in my circle so I'm not saying anymore so it doesn't get TOO OBVIOUS. You can ask me for details... send me an email if you can be bothered... I WILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING REGARDLESS OF WHO YOU ARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5248126310889933825?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5248126310889933825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5248126310889933825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-first-i-told-myself-that-its-none-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-8788989892486521569</id><published>2009-09-13T03:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:44:23.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think there's something wrong with my brain. Its on overdrive because I have MANY thoughts running through my mind all day. Sometimes its not that I'm deliberately sulking or displaying some sort of hostile facial expression, but it really is because I'm thinking very hard. It has come to a stage where sometimes, I find it hard to form proper coherent sentences out of all my thoughts. Which is why whenever someone asks me what's on my mind, I'll either say "a lot, don't know where to start" or just "nothing". A lot of things are just really hazy most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was just re-reading my oldest entries on this blog. I'm so glad that I started this blog... Where would my memories have gone otherwise?? I realized that I barely remember most of what happened with me and my ex-boyfriend (Mathew)... I actually had a lot of difficulty trying to remember what I was going through at that time when I was writing those entries. All I could do was laugh at myself for being so silly and for being so bloody emo! Damn, I was totally an emo teenager! I'm just barely out of my teen hood now... In the eyes of the law, I'm considered an adult, but I'm still getting used to that... Somehow, I feel like a lot of me still hasn't changed if I go back to basics. Yet, a large part of me has changed too. Like my mindset, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But yes, as I was saying, I no longer remember what the hell went on when I was with Mathew. Its not just now. By the time I got together with Julian, I'd cleaned off all those memories I had with Mathew. I could tell you what we did together and all that horrible pain I went through during our final days together, but strangely, I don't feel anything at all. I know I broke up with him in October... just 28days shy of 'O' levels... I know that I was crying so hard almost everyday and Xiang had to take all my shit (Xiang if you're reading this, I'm eternally thankful to you!)... even Xiang's mom got totally worried when she found me crying on their balcony just 2weeks before 'O' levels. I can tell you all these now like it never even happened to me. Its so weird. I try so hard to find those emotions and to feel it again, but its not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It certainly played a big part in my personal growth though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm not sure if its a good thing I've become so detached. Sometimes I wish I'd give more of a damn about certain things, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Sometimes I wish I could make myself do things I don't wanna do (simply because certain situations call for things to be done for advancement) but I'm gradually losing the ability do so. I don't really know why... Maybe its cuz I grew up doing everything I didn't wanna do and holding back all the time. Maybe right now, I'm just trying to take it all back by insisting on having things my way. No one can really control me now... not really anyways... unless I let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps those events were so painful that they got stashed somewhere very very deep within my subconsciousness. Its impossible to get rid of memories entirely, isn't it? All that happens... is that I walk away learning some things, and I continue living my life by those things which I keep in mind... whatever the hell happened before that just doesn't really matter anymore since I've already learnt the lessons... Maybe. Just maybe. I don't even know if I'm making any sense. Just typing and typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talking about the past, here's this week's StarBlog topic! - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tell us all about the first time you said, "I LOVE YOU", to someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here's my sqeamish response!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starblog.stomp.com.sg/post.php?blogid=1355" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vanessa Tay on StarBlog" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/chiyuanstarblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, just another random thing, I used to type like this - "I dun even noe wut da hell i wuz thinking!"... Oh my freakin' goodness. I had a darn good laugh at myself. Good thing I snapped out of it!! But no worries, I wrote in perfect distinction-standard English in school... I just don't know why I was writing in that weird way on my blog! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-8788989892486521569?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8788989892486521569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/8788989892486521569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-theres-something-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-3621050129997113842</id><published>2009-09-11T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:07:23.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Your Royal Bitchiness" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/P-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-3621050129997113842?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3621050129997113842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3621050129997113842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4837739564502015237</id><published>2009-09-08T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:10:00.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;StarBlog topic this week: Is the Singaporean male a wimp? A S'porean man is the talk of the town because he allowed his GF to assault him in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://starblog.stomp.com.sg/post.php?blogid=1347" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/ex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I'm totally late in putting this up... but better late then never, right? Anyways, do read it... find out why I was a horrible girlfriend in the past... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4837739564502015237?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4837739564502015237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4837739564502015237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/09/starblog-topic-this-week-is-singaporean.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4036146825876680398</id><published>2009-09-06T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:11:13.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another one of my cheap thrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/oldnew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was at Cineleisure and they had these push carts at the basement so I was just walking around out of boredom... and I discovered the freakin' bell key ring in the EXACT same colour! I bought the old bell from Action City at Heeren when I was 14 and over the years, it has disintegrated into something old, shabby and possibly festering something evil cuz it gets handled everyday by my hands. 7 years of grime, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, Action City outlets have reduced rather dramatically and they don't even stock those silly bell key rings anymore... although its not that important, but I've been looking around for the exact same bell key ring over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I found it today! I am now $2 poorer because of a bell. Cheap thrill, I know. Whatever. Ok time to get down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4036146825876680398?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4036146825876680398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4036146825876680398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-one-of-my-cheap-thrills.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-5715652256256699056</id><published>2009-09-06T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:16:57.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I absolutely can't hold it in. For those of you who haven't already watched this video, please watch it! This concerns Singapore's national pride!!... Introducing Ris Low, Miss Singapore World 2009. Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-c_A7-7B7-w&amp;amp;hl=" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color1="0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if she was nervous and therefore screwed up in front of the camera, but really... After laughing my ass off, I'm actually starting to feel a bit sorry for her. Well... Gotta give it to her... She had the guts to at least speak when a camera and a mic is right there in her face... So... let's just cut her some slack...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No no no no no no no no!!! This is wrong!!! She's representing Singapore in an international competition!! I was born and bred here and I'll be a Singaporean till the day I die and I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO HAVE SUCH A CRAP IMPRESSION OF US!!! As if it isn't already bad enough that some Americans think that we live in trees, or send packages to us with addresses that end with "Singapore (postal code), Shanghai, China".... !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SINGAPOREANS!!!! SPEAK GOOD ENGLISH PLEASE!!! Singlish is fine among ourselves... its kinda like our internal dialect that makes everything feel so homey... but make sure you CAN SPEAK PROPERLY WHEN REQUIRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone on youtube commented "A little part of me died when I saw her. The rest of me died when I heard her speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, a little part of me chuckled when I saw that comment... and the rest of me LAUGHED OUT LOUD when I realized I actually agreed with that comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone's just wondering how the heck she won.... My standard deduction would be.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SLEPT WITH SOMEONE, maybe? Maybe a major sponsor or a judge... or A FEW judges... I don't know. I'm just throwing a few ideas around... Not like I really know the truth or anything. I'm just bored, that's why I'm even bothering to type this out... And I need a reason to blog anyways. I've got a boatload of photos in my camera but I'm just too lazy to do something about them. Soon.... soon.... I will.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I may be 1.57m with a fat-thighs complex (I don't have inferior complex. I just think my thighs are monsterous and its given me quite a complex) but at least I CAN SPEAK WELL!!! For everyone who speaks well, LET'S CELEBRATE!!!! English, Mandarin, Tamil, Melayu... whatever. If you can speak just ONE language real fluently, YOU FREAKIN' ROCK!!! Hmmm... then again, we haven't actually heard this Ris Low speak in Mandarin eh? Maybe someone should go sound her out... if we're lucky, Singaporeans will have another youtube video to die over... from embarassment. LOL. Ok, no, I must try to feel sorry for her. I'm sure its been traumatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I'm bored. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this part's an add-on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously. South Africa = Safari = Animal prints?! SERIOUSLY?!... isn't that kinda cruel??? She immediately talks about WEARING animal prints at the mention of a safari?? And what kinda lame stereotyping is that anyways? Safaris aren't the only damn things in South Africa!!! Omg. Idiots like her give PETA a reason to exist and stir trouble all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. Maybe the person who editted the video was mean and cut out the sensible parts. Benefit of the doubt....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-5715652256256699056?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5715652256256699056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/5715652256256699056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-absolutely-cant-hold-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4088085393906322904</id><published>2009-09-01T13:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:48:58.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have decided to bring out my ugly photos from secondary school and put it here for everyone to laugh at! I laugh at all of them myself anyways, so I have no problem with you laughing at it. I was UGLYYYYYYYY in secondary school, I KNOW. So don't need to leave me comments to tell me that, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of these photos are on my StarBlog post for this week and some aren't, but I'm here to give a little background story to the photos... so to speak. Haha. Actually I just needed a reason to blog and since I was already digging up all the photos, why the heck not use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First photo up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/pri1p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one didn't appear that clearly on StarBlog... but I think its kinda my fault for not making the words bigger. Anyways, as you already know (or not), Cari is My Bitch and we go way back! Same class since Primary 1! Oh and you see that whole stack of toys? We were allowed to bring our favourite plush toys to school for a week... I can't believe I actually still remember it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok.. next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Classcraze2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no clue how come I got involved, seriously. I'm usually totally anti-social... Despite being one of the shortest in class (I WASN'T the shortest, ok?) I insisted on hiding in the back row so no one could bother me too much... From where I was sitting, I could see everything that was happening in front of me in class... Never had to bother much about anything. I was so indifferent that I seldom even laughed at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Except that time when the bio girls lied to Mr Teh. They told him to open the broom cupboard and take a look because there was a freakin' PENGUINE in there.... and it was SITTING IN A BUCKET OF ICE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. And Mr Teh BOUGHT THE CRAP and actually opened the damn cupboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it was just the fact that school was about to end forever that cheered me up so immensely. Yeah... I think that was it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next up.... Geog class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/sch3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's our Geog teacher Mrs Chan with us. The white bag was mine... that was where I sat. There was always a lot of space in our classroom cuz there were only 18 of us in the last class... 7 of whom were retainees. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Funny as hell when I think about it! Anyways, this is really the entire Geog class. Our class always split into two during science and humanities class. During science, 11 of us would go to the Chemistry lab and the rest would remain in class for Biology. During humanities, half the girls would leave the class for Literature and I'd stay behind cuz I was in Geography. The system in SC worked a little differently... I DID take Literature too... but only as an elective with Social Studies. Social Studies class was the only time the entire class remained in class together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/sch1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was after our official graduation ceremony. After all the hand shaking and receiving of certs. To me, it was more like "Ok Vanessa, thank you for all the trouble you've given us and for taking up space for extra years, so please just finish up with the mess you've created and just get out already!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Such an honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yea and if you look very carefully, in the back row and 2nd from left... That's Mrs Lim, our form teacher. She didn't like me very much and when I asked her for help in EMath, she didn't put in much effort to help me either... And she told my dad (at Parent-Teacher dialogue session) that I really "can't make it" and that "I'll still have to try for a C6 at the end of the day, no matter what."......... like, what the fuck man. She was soooooooo afraid I'd ruin the SCGS tradition of not having a single failure at 'O'levels every year... well, I got a freakin' A1, and it WASN'T thanks to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/sch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is our class with Miss Heng. Somehow, I actually remember her telling us how worried she was every other year with the last class of the cohort... She'd have sleepless nights and everything... until the 'O'level results actually get released... and she'll find out that her 4CO girls actually did pretty well and got the value-added stuff for the school all over again... then she starts to breathe easier. Hahahaha. 4CO girls are seriously underrated ok. Everyone thinks that all the triple science girls are all brilliant and crap, but the school and the ministry had already predicted that they'd get like, 6points or less, so what's the fun in that?! The school and the ministry predicts REALLY LOW SCORES for us in 4CO... I freakin' swear I was insulted that they thought I was really that bloody stupid! But well, in the end, 4CO girls are the ones who come out of it surprising everyone with our scores, and getting the freakin' VALUE-ADDED AWARD for the school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Banzai, 4CO girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/4cograd-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Official 4CO graduation photo! Ok no... we weren't even looking at the camera. I think this one was taken by someone from the side. But oh well, saves me the trouble of having to scan in the offical one. No, I didn't freakin' lose it, if that's what you're thinking. This picture was pretty much one of the rare occasions when the full 4CO was present... on usual days, a few of us would skip school and reduce the head count to an even smaller integer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/Inthetoilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think most of you have seen this one... I was camwhoring in the bus bay toilet with my Nokia 6230i. I think... it was before the Geog paper or something. I vaguely remember. Just add in braces and you get Ugly Betty... or Ugly VTay. Haha. Hey, actually I'm gonna get braces soon, so I should totally find this pair of glasses and wear it... see if I'm really THAT ugly after everything! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok... the following photos aren't from SCGS days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/sch6sma2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was almost a year after I left SC... during the time of my Mass Comm disploma at SMa-SOM. We all got bored one day and decided to appear at class in our secondary school uniforms. I obviously refused to wear that baggy sack of a pinafore (it was always too big for me) so I went in my PE attire. The year I left was also the last year that they were still wearing that set of PE attire. Subsequently, they phased it out and changed it to something really ugly.... go take a look at any secondary SC girl wearing anything but the pinafore now... you'll get what I'm saying. Ugly v-neck nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/sch5sma1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The guy on the extreme right is Omar. Best lecturer we've ever had. I wish he was my lecturer for every module!!! Then I won't have to suffer the bullshit from lousy ass lecturers such as the one by the name of Peggy Su. Oh well. Ups and downs in life are TOO normal... downs, especially. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I'm getting hungry and my dad keeps telling me to eat... So I think I should. Enjoy laughing at my secondary school photos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, head down to StarBlog to read about the awesome teachers who made me feel like I didn't totally waste my time in SC! Click on the image below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://is.gd/2J8O7"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/sbsch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a total worthy read, I promise you. For once, I'm actually NOT bitchy! So just go on there... and read about the people who contributed to the good side of me... if any at all. Haha (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-4088085393906322904?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4088085393906322904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4088085393906322904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-decided-to-bring-out-my-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-3278476115533106243</id><published>2009-08-31T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:46:13.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow, my template went bitch on me and I have NO BLOODY CLUE what went wrong.... So please bear with this sad excuse of a template until I find a solution... Or until I give up and write myself the entire html code. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up my banner later on. Gonne find some food to consume before I lose my cool again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be right back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-3278476115533106243?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3278476115533106243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/3278476115533106243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/08/somehow-my-template-went-bitch-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-9007966300480881988</id><published>2009-08-15T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:53:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I decided I needed to get some colour and so I stripped and let the sun burn my skin! How does it sound when I put it like that? LOL. Ok, seriously, I was born with TOFU-like skin... as in, my skin was so soft and white like freakin' tofu... so after I left secondary school, my tan (from playing Netball) faded away gradually, and now, I'm almost back at being tofu -_-" Never enjoyed suntanning much because I always GOT BURNT and I'd start peeling the next day... disgusting. Took a chance this time, though. Immediately after tanning, I hopped into Guardian and bought myself a whole tube of aloe vera gel, and proceeded to coat my entire self in a thick layer of it after showering later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bryan and I went to Cafe Del Mar, by the way. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=drinks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/drinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mango Tango is officially my favourite mango drink! I've always dislike mango drinks... I only enjoy having the fruit. Like EATING it. No mango puddings, mango juice or mango candies for me... YUCKS. But for some unknown reason, I really like Mango Tango! Its Bryan's standard Del Mar drink... I usually refuse to go near it, but I was so dehydrated that day and I just grabbed whatever I could reach! Yummmyyyy. Had to order a 2nd one cuz I finished up the 1st on before I realized what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mebryan2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/mebryan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bryan1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bryan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mebryan1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/mebryan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I tell you... the freakin' mattresses and cushions are becoming blackish... everytime we go there, its a few shades darker... YUCKKS. But its hard to maintain stuff when you're by the sea everyday... at least, according to Bryan. I think its not a freakin' excuse! I mean, you wanna have off-white or white stuff, you jolly well be prepared to upkeep the damn thing right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyways, I refused to lie down on the mattress directly... I brought my VS towel along knowing I'd fit nicely within its perimeters. Teehee. Actually, ALL my towels at home are HUGE!! My mom used to work at Philips and they had a whole boatload of leftover towels after their conference, so everyone had to take them home to prevent the towels being thrown away... So my mom got stuck with like, 20. I've only opened up 3 for my own use... and they're HUGE, seriously. Same size as my VS ones. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ok moving on, after tanning for a bit, we'd head over to the pool for a soak to cool off and get some moisture on our skin... And to randomly talk about people who were around us at that time. I was telling Bryan how turned off I was with the scrawny white boys... Just cuz they're white, doesn't mean they're hot!! Haha! The pool is STILL AS MURKY AS EVER... And I still refuse to put my head beneathe the surface. I actually looked down very carefully this time and I saw a suspension!! OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bryan2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/bryan2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ilooknaked.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/ilooknaked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I look NAKED!!! xD xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=me-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/me-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bryan is quite a good photographer... at times. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have no idea how we stayed there for over 3hours without me realizing it! I seriously thought we were there for like, an hour. Haha. Didn't feel that long! But anyways, the sun was gonna set soon, and I decided that I didn't wanna be "well-done"... "medium" was bad enough as it is with my pale tofu-ish skin. Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zebrabikini.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/zebrabikini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Going to shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=redbikini.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/redbikini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And this is AFTER showering! I BROUGHT A NEW BIKINI TO CHANGE INTO!!! hehehehehehe! You can see the slight difference in skin tone... look just above my bikini bottom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;You see, the red bikini arrived in the mail that very morning... and for some reason, I just threw it into my bag while packing... So, voila. I'd NEVER tan in this red bikini though... I don't want horrible tan lines!!! Which is why I had to buy the zebra tube bikini!! I had to deal with the V-shaped tan line the previous time... NOT gonna kena again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mebryanlast.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/mebryanlast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And this marks the end of our suntanning trip. I don't know why, but I particularly enjoy monorail rides. I prefer LRT over MRT. I think I just like the fact that I can't see the tracks when I look outta the window... I'm just weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm so pleased that up til now, I haven't peeled yet!! The skin on my back feels a little sore, but I've been dowsing myself with aloe vera gel everyday after showering... so I don't think it has a damn chance in hell to peel! Niahahahahaha. BANZAI, ALOE VERA GEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-9007966300480881988?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/9007966300480881988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/9007966300480881988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-decided-i-needed-to-get-some-colour.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2000552900710640087</id><published>2009-08-10T03:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:53:49.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay! I finally have time to sit down and blog properly! And if I don't blog now, I won't have time again for another period of time -_-"... Time, time, time. Blah. I know I'm supposed to show you photos from my stay in the A-class ward, but there are TOO MANY photos... so I'm gonna procrastinate yet again, and just show you some OTHER photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jess, Cher and I managed to meet up before Cher flew off to Melbourne! We went to Dempsey to catch up over some cakes and drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dempsey2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 635px; HEIGHT: 438px" height="559" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/dempsey2.jpg" width="635" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's Cher's cake... I think it was carrot cake or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chercake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 631px; HEIGHT: 434px" height="504" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/chercake.jpg" width="654" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's Jess's dessert... I can't even remember what the hell it is, but the presentation's exciting enough! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jesscake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="696" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/jesscake.jpg" width="535" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is mine. Yes, CHOCOLATE... all desserts I consume revolve around chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mycake1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 630px; HEIGHT: 446px" height="496" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/mycake1.jpg" width="692" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was still suffering from abdominal pains that day (this was BEFORE I got hospitalized) so I couldn't finish my cake... just didn't have the appetite. What a freakin' waste!! Now that I'm looking at the photo again... I'm just trying to imagine how it tastes... Ok, that's it, I'm going back to Dempsey again just to finish up one piece of that cake!!!! IT LOOKS SO DELICIOUS!!!!!! grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we chatted and caught up with everything... And sat back to reminisce about our stupid mischief back in school... Like how we jumped on the teachers' desk so much that we actually cracked it... and how we'd borrow the radio and lie that it was for listening to educational stuff, but when it got to the classroom, we'd blast Avril Lavigne songs and proceed to jump on the tables.... Sec 1 GR was the BEST damn thing that happened to me in SCGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you were wondering, here's how the 3 of us looked like back in sec 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 535px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="435" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/13-1.jpg" width="721" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here's the 3 of us now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3ofus.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 624px; HEIGHT: 404px" height="439" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/3ofus.jpg" width="719" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know why Jess had that look on her face. Well, yes, I'm still the smallest of the lot. Back in sec 1, both of them were lifting me cuz I was the lightest and the shortest and the smallest... and right now, they're not lifting me, but you can see for yourself. I don't know if that's a good thing... hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyways, I LOVE that place we went to!! Love the setting and the ambience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=house1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 634px; HEIGHT: 480px" height="505" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/house1.jpg" width="657" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=house2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 630px; HEIGHT: 488px" height="526" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/house2.jpg" width="689" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=house3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 625px; HEIGHT: 515px" height="509" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/house3.jpg" width="621" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its kinda... simple yet complicated... and I find the decor totally RANDOM. Haha. I like it... nice place to chill. I've seen photos of it at night and its even prettier! Sitting outside seemed like such an awesome idea, you know, listening to the sounds of the insects and breathing in the fresh air... Until I realized that I'd probably be caught up in a blood drive for the mosquitoes... so... better stay indoors. OH THE PAIN OF HAVING MY BLOOD GROUP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here's a random photo of a guy who was watering the plants, but looked like he was peeing at a glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=peeguy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 428px; HEIGHT: 560px" height="669" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/peeguy.jpg" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2000552900710640087?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2000552900710640087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2000552900710640087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-i-finally-have-time-to-sit-down-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-2367181750227195352</id><published>2009-08-10T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:12:54.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Advertorial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Finally, I get to share another amazing find! Yes yes, I'm a total online-shopaholic so I ALWAYS discover awesome stuff. This time, its &lt;a href="http://wenyadesigns.com/"&gt;WenyaDesigns.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;So, let me share with you a little bit of history about the site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;In March 2006, owner and designer Wenya started WenyaDesigns with no capital, no knowledge on management and no jewellery classes attended. Through self-learning, experimentation and much hard work, WenyaDesigns is what you see today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;WenyaDesigns jewellery is unpredictable - sometimes whimsical, girly, simply classic or like some said, victorian. Personally, I think that such versatility deserves praise! As you all know, I'm not like most girls in existence (I'm A LOT more troublesome and fussy), but Wenya seems to have something that appeals to me... so that rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here's a photo of me wearing one of Wenya's creations that totally caught my eye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessatay.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="VanessaTay.com" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/wenya1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here's the close-up photo I took with my own camera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368019215931625458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/Sn8JCTETT_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/hgIC-bmxDNE/s400/wenya2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Materials used are sourced and handpicked by Wenya from all over the world and comes in limited quantity. Semi precious stones, Gemstones, Freshwater pearls, Swarovski pearls &amp;amp; Swarovski crystals are just some of the materials used to create the accessories. Other materials and findings are Rhodium plated, Sterling silver, 14k-22k gold plated, 14k gold filled, brass and more. If you have sensitive skin like I do, NO WORRIES! Just let Wenya know before purchasing and she'll find something that'll suit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here's another photo of a necklace from WenyaDesigns.com... yes, also from my own camera, so you can be assured that this is really what I'm seeing. None of the photos are photoshopped (except to put my website on it) because I'm completely useless at photoshop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/Sn8JCw6-C_I/AAAAAAAAB-o/9cOZZTFJZCY/s1600-h/wenya3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368019223945546738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/Sn8JCw6-C_I/AAAAAAAAB-o/9cOZZTFJZCY/s400/wenya3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;What else is there to like about WenyaDesigns.com? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;1) She offers FREE shipping locally (within Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;2) She replies to emails within 24hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;3) She offers customizations services with NO EXTRA CHARGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;4) And the website is user-friendly! Simply click on “Available” to view available items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But wait. There's more. My readers (that's YOU!) are entitled to $2 off items which are available on the site! (terms &amp;amp; conditions apply) Simply send an email of your order to wenya@wenyadesigns.com with “Vtay”, followed by your order in the subject line from now till 31 August 2009... and you got your discount! Good deal, ain't it? Getting discounts in my name. You're so welcome. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;So hurry over to &lt;a href="http://wenyadesigns.com/"&gt;WenyaDesigns.com&lt;/a&gt; now to take a look! Items are very limited and get sold out real fast, so be quick! Fastest fingers first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804078-2367181750227195352?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2367181750227195352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/2367181750227195352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/08/advertorial-finally-i-get-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/Sn8JCTETT_I/AAAAAAAAB-g/hgIC-bmxDNE/s72-c/wenya2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-4692218592578073210</id><published>2009-08-02T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:21:58.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/SnSHBiEqd9I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qoovbQHX1Us/s1600-h/coach-sequins-spotlight-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365061516501088210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/SnSHBiEqd9I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qoovbQHX1Us/s400/coach-sequins-spotlight-bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've NEVER fancied anything from Coach, but this is something different. I think I found my happy place. It shall be mine!!!&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/5804078-4692218592578073210?l=loveoutloud.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4692218592578073210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804078/posts/default/4692218592578073210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveoutloud.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessa Valerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0x70p2aQ8M/Tf2Pqa_rl3I/AAAAAAAACHU/DhXbUHwQcuE/s1600/224676_10150602292100010_616390009_18392464_4483902_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QxJ29Z13TM/SnSHBiEqd9I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qoovbQHX1Us/s72-c/coach-sequins-spotlight-bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804078.post-8144267724929796162</id><published>2009-07-23T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:45:57.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very sorry for the lack of updates. I was hospitalized from 3am last Wednesday and only got discharged on Sunday afternoon! But I have pictures!! Ok, I know. I'm the only retarded person around who would have pictures from a hospital stay -_-" Well, what was I to do? I was feeling half-assed for most parts of it... Didn't have shit to do... Didn't have energy to do shit if there was any to be done... Didn't even feel like going online... So... Oh well. Bored people are capable of many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It all started when I decided to show up at TTSH's A&amp;amp;E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AE.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/AE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeap, everyone looked like Ninja Turtles with that mask on. No thank you, H1N1. But anyways, as of last Wednesday, I had been in pain for 11days. I thought it was a major stomach problem.... but after the X-Ray, the doctor decided he couldn't see jack from that, and so he did a urine test and blood test on me... and put me on drip for 2hrs at A&amp;amp;E to see if the pain goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c48/vtay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11C1tube.jp
