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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/TMQ4xmI1sUI/AAAAAAAABM4/5hnXYHMf-GI/s400/transformers_bumblebee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531608667020177730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Bumblebee? I love it. Especially the scene on Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen, the part where Shia LeBeauf explained to Bee that he can't follow to college and Bee started to cry. That part was so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;And Shia Lebeaufs' mother is so damn annoying. Especially when she's on weed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, it's been a very long, long while since i blogged. The last was about my charity thing. The turn out was quite good as we managed to collect more than what we wanted. In fact, goods collected exceeded our expectations. People do have empathy. ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;So, many things had happened. I can't say it's mainly crap because i have thoroughly enjoyed the past few months even though i made a choice to stop schooling when i'm almost graduating. In fact, i stopped school to work as an engineering assistant in a cleanroom environment and i'm completing my studies again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;But then again, i am completely bored with life. I feel a deep sense of loss as in something in life is missing. I keep searching and searching for it but i have no idea what it is that i'm looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;On another, much lighter note, can't wait for the 30th of the month because my halloween is gonna be spent with the bestfriends! ((=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;And oh yeah, i got myself another 3 piercings and it's been 2 months and it has not healed yet. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-8471481802544201463?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8471481802544201463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=8471481802544201463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8471481802544201463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8471481802544201463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-wanted-to-post-one-picture.html' title='I Just Wanted To Post One Picture.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/TMQ4xmI1sUI/AAAAAAAABM4/5hnXYHMf-GI/s72-c/transformers_bumblebee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-641852649528724800</id><published>2010-03-16T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:53:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Charity Goes A Long Way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Alright people, i know i have been missing since forever but i was actually pretty busy. Busy thinking about what my direction in life is gonna be and busy testing out new directions. Not an easy task but, i have already begun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, my friend and i are doing a little something for the community. The last time we did that it was a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Give A Book Campaign"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where we aimed to collect 200 books and donating it to Pertapis but in the end, we collected 800 books!! Amazing isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So now, we're having our second initiative, which is the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Give A Thought Campaign."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And, the purpose of the campaign is to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;1. Assist Star Shelter in raising items that they need urgently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;2. Help rebuild the lives of women and children in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;3. Foster a volunteering spirit in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;4. To help give back to the community without eating too much into your time and money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And before i forget, Star Shelter is the subsidisary under Singapore Council of Women Organisation and the shelter house has housed more than 1000 women and children who are victims of family violence since 1999. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Give A Thought Campaign is basically a collection drive of the items needed by Star Shelter. Star Shelter relies heavily on the support of donors and volunteers and well wishers that is why they need our help! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The items they urgently need is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Instant Noodles ( Bundle packs of 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Diapers for infants ( DRYPERS in Sizes S and M)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Baby Milk for infants ( NAN Brand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;4. 3-in-1 beverages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;5. Biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;6. Canned Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;7. Cooking Oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interested to donate? Just leave your :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Email and Mobile Number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Where you stay ( so that we can collect it from you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. What and how much you are donating ( So that we can keep track of the items)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And then leave me an email ( &lt;a href="mailto:salehaabdullah@live.com"&gt;salehaabdullah@live.com&lt;/a&gt; )or tag at my Tagboard and i will get back to you asap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Also to date, we have contributions from SBM ( 1 x 10kg of rice, 2 x instant noodles, 1 x diapers) and PCF - MPS ( 2 x 10 kg of rice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And don't worry if you are only able to donate a single item, its the thought that counts and every item that you have contributed will be very much appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We're collecting till the 29th of March 2010 so quickly join in the fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We look forward to your contributions and have a great month ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-641852649528724800?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/641852649528724800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=641852649528724800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/641852649528724800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/641852649528724800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-charity-goes-long-way.html' title='A Little Charity Goes A Long Way.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1024977797830313112</id><published>2010-02-24T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:52:27.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Seem To Hate You So.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;February 24.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This date always reminds me of something but i don't know what. Someone's birthday? Maybe, but whose? I can't seem to remember. The information is like at the back of my mind and it keep eluding everytime i wanna reach out and tap on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grrr. . . . this is so frustrating. And i think i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this date. For some unknown and unclear reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1024977797830313112?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1024977797830313112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1024977797830313112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1024977797830313112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1024977797830313112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-seem-to-hate-you-so.html' title='I Seem To Hate You So.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3372325196847960533</id><published>2010-02-24T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:48:14.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretending At It's Best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I am so dead. I wanted to upload pictures from my camera to the laptop when i accidentally deleted them all. Even the very important Chingay and Table Top Exercise photos which has to be submitted to my grassroots leaders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And i wanted to show those who miss Chingay @ North what it's all about! Gah! I don't have any chance now since i lost all the pictures. I thought some were nice and since i was so up close and personal with the floats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Anyway, i'll be off to Langkawi for a much needed break from everything here. I am so sick of being in this country. Just for a moment. But i seriously am. Can't wait to get out to the beaches and sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Now, all i gotta do is clear my final exam this Friday, find a backpack for light travelling and then i'm done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3372325196847960533?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3372325196847960533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3372325196847960533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3372325196847960533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3372325196847960533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/pretending-at-its-best.html' title='Pretending At It&apos;s Best.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7996925984457156021</id><published>2010-02-20T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:29:31.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought you'd always be mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2010 is all about changes. I realised that if you want to pursue a goal, you have to let go of the past and not allow it to hold you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A lot of things are going to happen this year and i learn that i have to give up something that is unconsciously holding me back. I'm glad that i've let go because if it's always for the better, than i'm all for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;But of course, i still feel a little heartache. Just a little, not too much and definitely not as bad as last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I had alot of thoughts just last night, about what to update on the blog since i have been neglecting it since forever but it seems to have just disappeared overnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Anyhoos, we were supposed to be at our secondary schools' teachers' in about 30minutes but seems like everybody is not going and oh wells, so are us three. But that's okay tho' because we'll be having our own gathering at Sentosa on the 7th March. Hope i'll be back from Langkawi cause it's been awhile since i head over to that little island. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Gah, and exams have started and the school has given me one last chance to make things right since i have messed up my academic year pretty badly. &lt;em&gt;Well, very, very badly.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Exams are certainly stressing me out. I'm like studying from 9am every morning to 9m at night. Gee, i've been studying for 12 hours straight every single damn day. Hope that the results shows that i'm being such a hardworking student. Not that anyone will believe me since i've been such a bad kid in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Alright, things has been pretty much a mess since the year had started but, the good times are definitely aplenty. And i'm pretty much finding myself through all this mess. Glad that things are finally at a stop. And i'll be back when i have thoughts to pen. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7996925984457156021?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7996925984457156021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7996925984457156021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7996925984457156021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7996925984457156021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/thought-youd-always-be-mine.html' title='Thought you&apos;d always be mine.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1654291348273128470</id><published>2010-01-25T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:49:11.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lately, things have not been good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1654291348273128470?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1654291348273128470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1654291348273128470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1654291348273128470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1654291348273128470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/lately-things-have-not-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1030383259884210647</id><published>2009-12-07T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:45:41.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna talk anymore.</title><content type='html'>I don't like today. I know it has only been a few hours into Monday but i hate it already. I woke up bright and early to a happy mood but things just took a turn a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because i expect too much. I shouldnt have had so much hope on something that wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot or two would be good. Or three, or four or five.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1030383259884210647?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1030383259884210647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1030383259884210647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1030383259884210647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1030383259884210647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-wanna-talk-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna talk anymore.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-6451886911895289133</id><published>2009-12-06T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:00:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yech, another 2 more weeks and it's officially common test time and i have yet to study anything at all. =S And i'm currently holding 3 Zoukout tickets. Don't know if i'm going since i'll be having some training the following morning at 9am( Zoukout ends at 8am!) and exam the next day. A friend of mine wants to get the tickets off me hands but i'm still so undecided. I've been looking forward to Zoukout since forever but there are so many factors pulling me away from it. We'll see how things go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I went to Arena the other night. Had so much fun. Will do it again when exams are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-6451886911895289133?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6451886911895289133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=6451886911895289133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6451886911895289133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6451886911895289133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-disaster.html' title='This is a disaster'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-741171053366362139</id><published>2009-11-29T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:07:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think i am the most spontaneous person ever. These past few days has been great but there were some mishaps here and there which i am sure i will live to regret. I don't like the fact that i am so impulsive to the point of making decisions that will affect the people surrounding me even if it is clear to me that the decision that i am making is wrong and the consequences are going to be drastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't like the fact that because of me, people are hurting all over. Be it because of my honest intentions or my impulsive nature. If i could turn back the time, all these shit wouldnt happen and everyone wouldn't feel so miserable right now. I should just stick to my contingency planning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And oh the last post? Scratch that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-741171053366362139?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/741171053366362139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=741171053366362139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/741171053366362139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/741171053366362139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-day-another-heartbreak.html' title='Another day, another heartbreak.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-153275338133880519</id><published>2009-11-26T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:35:00.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a confession to make.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hey boy, i think i'm starting to like you. I don't expect this from myself because i treat you like a friend and i thought that you were like all those men out there and starting having this negative feelings for you. But as time goes by, i realised that (at this point of time) you are better than the rest and definitely better than the last, but i'm kind of confused right now with so many things going on in my life what with my school work, my volunteer work and a whole lotta feelings that i have to deal with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You see boy, the main problem with me is that i have feelings that are totally out of this world. No, they are not out of this world but i am the type of person who would feel the extreme points of each feelings be it i'm happy or sad, crazy or mad. And it doesn't help that i cannot seem to handle these feelings very well. I can go really ballistic over this.  I'm up to my neck with all these crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We maybe good for each other but i think now is not the time to pursue anything personal. Just give me (maximum) 3 years to sort myself out because after i graduate, if the dust refuse to settle, i wanna leave and take some time out for myself. It'll be better for me, for you and for the rest. I need to think my life through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Give me time boy. It's okay if you don't wanna wait for me. I know it'll hurt but it's gonna be alright in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-153275338133880519?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/153275338133880519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=153275338133880519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/153275338133880519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/153275338133880519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-confession-to-make.html' title='I&apos;ve got a confession to make.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1296454733600779964</id><published>2009-11-19T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:53:02.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>African Twin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;School was flooded today, and not the first time also. Seems like the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Clothes doens't seem to dry well but nights are getting cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments on racism has not been done and e-learning week is coming to an end soon. Like, tomorrow and i have not done a single thing yet. I'm supposed to dedicate these 2 days to completing all of my assignments but once i got online, i went to catch up on all the things that i have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been searching for this song for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dn28nlMOYfg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dn28nlMOYfg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1296454733600779964?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1296454733600779964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1296454733600779964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1296454733600779964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1296454733600779964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/african-twin.html' title='African Twin'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4022512320489195339</id><published>2009-11-11T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:07:38.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Two things happened on Monday. A friend of mine, whom i had known since i was 16 passed away on the way to school. It came as a shock to me as i have seen him around in school. And if im not wrong, he was either about to graduate, or had just graduate. Sad case since he was only like 2 years older than me. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The weather these days hade been rather freaky. With the sun shining down so brightly and hotly in the morning and heavy rain during the afternoons. It seems that this kind of weather can create havoc in NP because on Monday, during my 3pm lesson, it started to rain heavily like normal but the rain, surprisingly flooded NP's Engineering building. And the worse part is, the sheltered walkway and road were also flooded so students were like stranded when the path to class is like less than 50m away. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, i am pumped up for next month. Hope nothing crashes my plan. heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4022512320489195339?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4022512320489195339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4022512320489195339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4022512320489195339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4022512320489195339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/raindrops.html' title='Raindrops'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-249419691103713120</id><published>2009-10-19T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:32:01.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Semester.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;The first day of semester 2. After what i had been through this past holiday, i was very excited to get back to school and boy was i not being disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;My timetable maybe sucky for this semester, with lots of breaks in between especially on Mondays, but today was exceptionally spirit-lifting because it was just like old times. It's like i was waiting for a friend to end class and while sitting at block 50, friends started appearing just like that. It was like as though we've never been on holiday and we were just able to pick up from where we left of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Not that i know whether you readers understand what i'm talking about. Anyway, it's only the first day of school and the week is not over yet, so imma see how things goes but my first day was definitely wonderful. It was more than words.  (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-249419691103713120?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/249419691103713120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=249419691103713120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/249419691103713120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/249419691103713120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/6th-semester.html' title='6th Semester.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2958110056438919860</id><published>2009-10-10T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:48:48.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super heaty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just got back from Sarawak a few days ago and i brought home the high fever which lasted for 3 torturous days. Wanted to head to A&amp;amp;E on the second day but nobody was around to accompany me. After my fever went down, i had the misfortune of getting ulcers. Not one, not two but ten. &lt;strong&gt;Yes! 10!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Imagine having 10 of them on your lips? And that is not inclusive of the ones on my tongue. So now im unable to eat any solid food. The cause of fever and ulcers is that my body is too heaty to the maximum. Like, really, really heaty like never before. Because i for one don't have a habit of drinking plain water unless i'm really not lazy on that day then i'll drown myself with water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now im trying everything possible, from eating grass jelly to drinking herbal soup to cool my body down and get rid of these super irritating ulcers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-2958110056438919860?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2958110056438919860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2958110056438919860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2958110056438919860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2958110056438919860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-heaty.html' title='Super heaty'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-8259878582956355946</id><published>2009-09-24T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:36:57.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lc30mHbU7nw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lc30mHbU7nw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-8259878582956355946?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8259878582956355946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=8259878582956355946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8259878582956355946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8259878582956355946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/vicky.html' title='Vicky'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-8957153909904432859</id><published>2009-09-19T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:37:05.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syawal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ramadhan is gone, the devils are finally released and syawal is finally here. A few days back, i wasn't in the mood for tomorrow's celebration, whatever it is, i just went with the flow. Things have been bought and house has been cleared. Just today, there was something in the air, something raya-ish that made me look forward to tomorrow. Maybe because i'm celebrating with a new confidence or . . . . . . . .whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, seems like my laptop is giving me problems again today and i can't seem to access my hotmail account and photoshop so, i'll just present my last minute Hari Raya card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, did you notice that Hari Raya falls on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20.09.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SrTOiXUkYrI/AAAAAAAABMc/h4so7ZhfQlg/s1600-h/Kad+Raya1+copy(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383154544385745586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SrTOiXUkYrI/AAAAAAAABMc/h4so7ZhfQlg/s400/Kad+Raya1+copy(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Because i know you'll have my back whenever i fall and keep me strong whenever i feel like staying down. Thank you to those who were always there for me in sickness or in health, to those who put up with my domineering and obnoxious ways, to those who never fail to bring laughter and joy into my life and to those who have helped me endlessly with or without any complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Thank you and Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, mohon maaf dan ampun jika ada salah silap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saleha Abdullah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-8957153909904432859?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8957153909904432859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=8957153909904432859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8957153909904432859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8957153909904432859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/syawal.html' title='Syawal'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SrTOiXUkYrI/AAAAAAAABMc/h4so7ZhfQlg/s72-c/Kad+Raya1+copy(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-5351999835999847017</id><published>2009-09-17T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:16:46.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Audio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCdDKEFFU7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCdDKEFFU7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;TMZ has obtained the audiotape of President Barack Obama calling Kanye West a "jackass" for hijacking Taylor Swift's acceptance speech during the VMAs.The audio was recorded just before Obama went on camera to do an interview with CNBC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Before the interview began, Obama -- referring to Kanye's antics on stage -- said "I thought that was really inappropriate," then adding, "He's a jackass."After making the remarks, Obama said "Where's the pool?" Presumably, he was worried the joke would go wide. He noted the last time that happened, he got burned for killing a fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Obama said, "Cut the President some slack."&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/7895185-5351999835999847017?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5351999835999847017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=5351999835999847017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5351999835999847017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5351999835999847017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='The Audio'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1574301623574955414</id><published>2009-09-15T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:37:08.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.S.S is loved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am currently craving for. . . . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sloppy ramly burgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sq9s6aPMOiI/AAAAAAAABMU/bIaEBS_KNwA/s1600-h/827442311_733bec040d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381639830462282274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sq9s6aPMOiI/AAAAAAAABMU/bIaEBS_KNwA/s400/827442311_733bec040d.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mee goreng basah from Teh Tarik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sq9s52dRC0I/AAAAAAAABMM/OPhyaoGS-pI/s1600-h/2779907586_6fa751a331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381639820857641794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sq9s52dRC0I/AAAAAAAABMM/OPhyaoGS-pI/s400/2779907586_6fa751a331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And, i have finally tracked down a Ramly Burger stall that is comparable to Malaysia's one. Not only that, the burger is relatively cheap too. ( and closer to home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1574301623574955414?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1574301623574955414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1574301623574955414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1574301623574955414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1574301623574955414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/mss-is-loved.html' title='M.S.S is loved.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sq9s6aPMOiI/AAAAAAAABMU/bIaEBS_KNwA/s72-c/827442311_733bec040d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7432865139464411905</id><published>2009-09-13T16:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:13:14.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coleslaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramly burger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger ramly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>Ramly's Burger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;If there's one burger aside from McSpicy that i love endlessly, it would have to be the Ramly Burger. Especially the authentic ones from Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380874965847758770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sqy1Rbgl17I/AAAAAAAABME/uroeXQ47fSE/s400/2786870227_61d2918dbf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last Friday, i had the fortune to break fast in the neighbouring country. Of course, what is eating over there when there is no Ramly burger involved. Yes, the bazaar at Causeway point has more than one stall selling the burger but nothing can be compared to Malaysia's one. The patty is not only thick, the eggs are not dried and over cooked and. . . . . they have coleslaw in it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yes! Coleslaw, right at the bottom of the burger. And im not talking about a slab but more like a slab or two, or three. Unlike the singapore ones, where everything is not only overpriced, but miserly small too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;oh wells~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;All i'm left to do is to get some drinks, bake some kuihs and clean my room and i'm all set for Raya. Not that i'm looking forward to it because. . . . sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Other than that, i have just re-installed my photoshop so it's back to editing photos! And i recently learnt some new photoshop tricks, so yea. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's like 2 hours more and i am so hungrehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7432865139464411905?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7432865139464411905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7432865139464411905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7432865139464411905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7432865139464411905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramlys-burger.html' title='Ramly&apos;s Burger.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sqy1Rbgl17I/AAAAAAAABME/uroeXQ47fSE/s72-c/2786870227_61d2918dbf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3154258557196455504</id><published>2009-09-13T16:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:10:15.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assyakirin mosque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briyani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famous amos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kampung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate chip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iftar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assyakirin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate chip cookies'/><title type='text'>Girl For All Season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SqyxgMk0XvI/AAAAAAAABL0/ZxRzYHiDTPA/s1600-h/chocolate-chip-cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380870821490482930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SqyxgMk0XvI/AAAAAAAABL0/ZxRzYHiDTPA/s400/chocolate-chip-cookies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished baking 2 batches of Chocolate Chips and White Chocolate Chip cookies. I think i like this particular recipe because the dough mixture is very soft so that when you munch on those cookies, it'll just melt in your mouth. Not that i have tried it just now since i am fasting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you, the smell of the cookies are simply OMG. Mummy wanted to give some away but i told her no, since it's like a sacred item in out house and guests who visit us are allowed to only have a few pieces because i'm gonna keep watch on how many pieces they eat. HAHA. I'm not trying to be selfish but what can i say, i just simply love chocolate chip cookies. Especially those buttery ones from Famous Amos. Oh yes, i just love buttery-melt-in-your-mouth kind of cookies. Yums. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoos, yesterday was the first time in my entire life that i have break fasted in a Mosque. Yes, i break fast in the mosque yesterday. Assyakirin Mosque since my brother was giving a speech there. It helps that you are well connected, left and right are grassroot leaders of some constituency. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SqyxGX3eaFI/AAAAAAAABLs/Svuynr2KLtY/s1600-h/briyani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380870377844926546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SqyxGX3eaFI/AAAAAAAABLs/Svuynr2KLtY/s400/briyani.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Briyani for dinner and i must say, i really miss eating from the say tray. The last time i did that was when i was 16, attending some neighbours wedding at my grandmother's kampung. The spirit is there you know. The togetherness of some sort when you share with other people from the same tray. But i ate with my family &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. hurhur. &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;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6 more days to Raya babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7895185-3154258557196455504?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3154258557196455504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3154258557196455504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3154258557196455504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3154258557196455504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-for-all-season.html' title='Girl For All Season.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SqyxgMk0XvI/AAAAAAAABL0/ZxRzYHiDTPA/s72-c/chocolate-chip-cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2972002115686069496</id><published>2009-09-11T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:25:37.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got proof that people change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Such a brilliant day today. I woke up to a very, very humid weather and within one hour, rain started to pour down and splash into my room. Can't say i don't enjoy the cool weather. It's been a change from the last few days where the weather was outrageously warm and humid, sapping my energy all the way, testing my patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lets talk about last week. Last week, the family and i decided to break fast at Victory. I didn't wanna go there since the place is too commercialised and the prices has shot up to sky high when the quality of the food is like very bad. But my father decided to go anyway and we were like so thoroughly disappointed. Because, they only sell Murtabak and Briyani during the month of Ramadhan. Of course i was very pissed off so i gave some people a piece of my mind. I think it's rubbish to only have to items on the menu for Ramadhan. Like wth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Enough said. I don't want a recollection of my anger during a cooling day like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Imma break fast outside again today. There goes my &lt;em&gt;terawih&lt;/em&gt; for 3 days straight. =/ "Because those who don't &lt;em&gt;solat&lt;/em&gt; during Ramadhan are only fasting in vain, no &lt;em&gt;pahala&lt;/em&gt;, no whatsoever". But then again, only God knows. &lt;-- Direct translation from Arabic hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm not trying to be self-righteous or anything. Just wanna remind our fellow muslims that Ramadhan is only once a year and it's a time when God forgives all our sins and the door to repentance is always open 24/7. For a month only. So we should try our best to chase all the brownie points because, who knows, we may never see Ramadhan again. ( Okay i hate this part right here. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"It's during the younger days that we should try and do good, not wait until we are old and have collected mountains of sins. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-2972002115686069496?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2972002115686069496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2972002115686069496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2972002115686069496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2972002115686069496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-proof-that-people-change.html' title='I&apos;ve got proof that people change'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4753961292846257738</id><published>2009-09-09T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:21:31.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See You Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am so bored being stucked at home. Afternoon was great tho', perfect timing from accompanying a friend to Admiralty while waiting for mamat and then reach home at the same time as he did.  (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Guess i should be clearing up all of my work. Like clean up my room and rearrange all the furnitures and, install my photoshop so that i can start working on some pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anybody has CS4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okies bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4753961292846257738?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4753961292846257738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4753961292846257738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4753961292846257738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4753961292846257738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-you-again.html' title='See You Again.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-6714029980464653735</id><published>2009-09-08T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:03:40.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack a bottle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SqXT8zEy1AI/AAAAAAAABLk/fZ9khwnVc7M/s1600-h/Lemon-juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378938371419853826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SqXT8zEy1AI/AAAAAAAABLk/fZ9khwnVc7M/s400/Lemon-juice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I've recently begun making my own lemon juice because i read some where that drinking &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;lemon &lt;/span&gt;with warm water helps to not only clear the lower intestines, but to also aid digestion. Plus, it is like loaded with Vitamin C. I have been drinking this uber sour drink every night after &lt;em&gt;terawih&lt;/em&gt;, before i head to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Of all the pills i have tried to detox with, non of them worked. From the traditional&lt;em&gt; jamus&lt;/em&gt; to the modern supplements. Maybe because i'm highly resistant to all that? So it took like 3 days for the benefits of the lemon juice to kick in and can say that i have never felt better. Maybe for now it's just psychological since it is too soon to see the result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I don't have to worry of putting chemicals in my body or if i'm just wasting money on a product that's not going to work because not only are lemons cheap, it's au natural too and if it doesn't work, at least it's still loaded with Vitamin C, which is good for attaining perfect hair, and you know how much i want that since my hair has totally been not taken care of after i highlighted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Speaking of which, i can't wait for my hair to grow out and then maybe re-highlight it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Anyhoos, Raya is like a week away. Next sunday to be exact. Time really flies this year and i haven't been doing anything beneficial but i am determined to start tomorrow because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have a goal, i have an agenda and i have a plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-6714029980464653735?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6714029980464653735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=6714029980464653735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6714029980464653735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6714029980464653735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/crack-bottle.html' title='Crack a bottle.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SqXT8zEy1AI/AAAAAAAABLk/fZ9khwnVc7M/s72-c/Lemon-juice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-431861437731539915</id><published>2009-09-04T12:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:58:55.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nigahiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies in minutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant on asian dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan higa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ching ching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninja melk'/><title type='text'>Ching Ching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is like my favourite NigaHiga video ever. Those who have not watched him before are really missing out alot since Youtube has deleted most of his videos under his channel because of copyright issues. But you can search it. Should take a look at the "How to series." Have a laugh. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1oV_MzzNSk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1oV_MzzNSk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-431861437731539915?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/431861437731539915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=431861437731539915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/431861437731539915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/431861437731539915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/ching-ching.html' title='Ching Ching'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7246377302133478081</id><published>2009-09-04T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:25:43.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grassroots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What would you do if your secondary school reunion falls on the same day as your grassroots' meeting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Some people may choose the reunion over the meeting and i would do too but this particualer meeting is one i happened to like to attend. And furthermore, we're gonna attend an event the week after  and i need to gather as much information as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Grr. . . what a dilema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7246377302133478081?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7246377302133478081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7246377302133478081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7246377302133478081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7246377302133478081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/grassroots.html' title='Grassroots'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7366139190672608144</id><published>2009-09-03T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:16:56.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, i know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sp-xkgYXH3I/AAAAAAAABLc/zfjfypAQCZQ/s1600-h/2818801672_c07716000c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377211720829181810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sp-xkgYXH3I/AAAAAAAABLc/zfjfypAQCZQ/s400/2818801672_c07716000c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's the third time this year that my laptop has been giving me blue screen problems. Everytime the blue screen appears, the laptop will restart itself and if im really, really unlucky, the whole cycle will repeat like a few times after i turn my laptop on. Very frustrating i must say. Imagine yourself in the middle of surfing the next and the laptop switches off just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Thought of calling Acer but acer is like good for nothing. Make me so pissed just thinking about the last time when i called in. Grrrr. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And i received a surprise on Monday morning. One of my student's parents texted me so bright and early in the morning just to wish me a 'Happy Teacher's Day' and how 'whatever i had given to the daughter cannot be repaid'. Can say i'm surprised with the sudden message because well, seriously, i'm not a teacher at all. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7366139190672608144?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7366139190672608144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7366139190672608144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7366139190672608144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7366139190672608144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-i-know.html' title='You know, i know'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sp-xkgYXH3I/AAAAAAAABLc/zfjfypAQCZQ/s72-c/2818801672_c07716000c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-6231292544891479965</id><published>2009-09-02T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:30:51.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got me on my knees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sp5yJdjzalI/AAAAAAAABLU/6cHx3kv2t_U/s1600-h/Image0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376860512006138450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sp5yJdjzalI/AAAAAAAABLU/6cHx3kv2t_U/s400/Image0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I had these babies made on Sunday. I have this interest in baking brownies and cupcakes since forever but since procrastination is like my best friend, i delayed baking it for months. Until last sunday that is. And now that i've tried baking those things, i think i'm gonna continue doing it. Maybe baked some for Raya also? Anyway, on that day, i only baked like 18 of them. Make it like exquisite and limited edition. Heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Babe, you think you know, but. . . you have no idea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-6231292544891479965?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6231292544891479965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=6231292544891479965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6231292544891479965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6231292544891479965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-got-me-on-my-knees.html' title='You got me on my knees.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sp5yJdjzalI/AAAAAAAABLU/6cHx3kv2t_U/s72-c/Image0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-9185911990123113691</id><published>2009-09-02T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:17:59.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I received a call on monday morning. It was my lecturer calling to inform me about my Special Examination today. Exams were supposed to be over last Tuesday but i had taken MC since i wasn't feeling very well. Informing me on Monday was very last minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Got me into panic mode. Which i obviously don't like. I straight away went into the planning-how-to-study mode but forgot all about it after awhile which resulted in me only studying last night while watching &lt;em&gt;Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam&lt;/em&gt; on TV2. I went to bed after the story end and wanted to continue studying after Sahur since my paper is like later at 2pm. But one hour after i fell into bed, my friend asked me to meet her for a little while but being the scaredy-cat that i am, of course i had to refuse. Heheh.  She wanted to borrow a pencil for her exam today since she has lost hers some where. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Anyway, this year's fasting is quite bad. I've been hit by severe gastric and bouts of vomitting which resulted in me not being able to fast. This is not good. I have been looking forward for this holy month for quite awhile and now that i'm down with all types of nonsence, i am not allowed to fast. But i don't think i'm gonna give a hoot. I'm gonna try to fast even if it kills me. Like literally. Hurhur.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I can't wait for 2pm because that'll be the time my paper starts and i can start being in the official holiday mood and not worry when my special examination is going to happen. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-9185911990123113691?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9185911990123113691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=9185911990123113691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/9185911990123113691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/9185911990123113691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/special-examination.html' title='Special Examination'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1013490913507225660</id><published>2009-08-28T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:38:12.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just letting it be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm so not feeling well at all. Maybe i deserve it for not taking my medications religiously. Or as instructed by the doctor. =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tomorrow will yet be another busy day but at least i can look forward for Sunday to take a break. And oh yah, my handphone is also down. Will be having it serviced once i transfer all my contacts to the Sim card and once i can bear to let it go for e few days. hurhur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Goodnight world, for once, i am going to take a rest since this poor body is not up to standard anymore. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1013490913507225660?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1013490913507225660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1013490913507225660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1013490913507225660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1013490913507225660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-letting-it-be.html' title='Just letting it be.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-8544486683074912822</id><published>2009-08-26T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:06:24.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louis Vuitton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Core values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><title type='text'>Where will life take you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5xCGZuvhWI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/m5xCGZuvhWI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-8544486683074912822?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8544486683074912822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=8544486683074912822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8544486683074912822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8544486683074912822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-will-life-take-you.html' title='Where will life take you?'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7125240105416760080</id><published>2009-08-24T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:52:07.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstainence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just sat for my maths paper and frankly speaking, i'm quite worried. Another 30 more minutes till we're able to break fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've noticed time flew real fast these past few days. Me like. I'm not even aware that i'm hungry or nearly dying of thirst. heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, i'm having my last paper tomorrow first thing in the morning so no more sleeping after Sahur. Other than that, i'm supposed to study right after my maths paper but abstaining from food and drinks equates to me being a little retarded and so i am here surfing the net and playing random games to pass time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had a sudden thought during my maths paper just now. The thought of having KFC for dinner. In the middle of my maths paper. Very random but at least it got me not stressing about the paper. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now, what should i have for break fast since i'm stuck in school studying for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Selamat Berbuka Everybody! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7125240105416760080?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7125240105416760080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7125240105416760080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7125240105416760080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7125240105416760080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/abstainence.html' title='Abstainence'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3234369269564952609</id><published>2009-08-22T05:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:19:19.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan is here again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Just finished my Sahur and am waiting for dawn to arrive. But before that, let me gulp down one gallon of water first before dawn comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;It's yet another ramadhan and we all should be thankful that we are able to live to see this year's Ramadhan, the holy month. But the starting of my ramadhan is plagued with exams, exams and more exams. Monday will be the first paper and it's MATHS! Engineering maths 3 to be precised and then there's Mechanics paper on Tuesday. Wonder how i'm going to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Anyway, can't wait for the holidays to come so that i can sleep in and wake up very, very late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selamat Berpuasa Everyone! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3234369269564952609?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3234369269564952609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3234369269564952609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3234369269564952609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3234369269564952609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-is-here-again.html' title='Ramadhan is here again!'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4392267040488260481</id><published>2009-08-17T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:42:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edit Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SolAWqj6SgI/AAAAAAAABLM/kC1SwpSVL_w/s1600-h/5580_115559690673_525255673_2316337_3555640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370894788742236674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SolAWqj6SgI/AAAAAAAABLM/kC1SwpSVL_w/s400/5580_115559690673_525255673_2316337_3555640_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I had my second paper today. Seriously, i think last minute study really works because it'll force you to come up with alot of creative ideas to make sure that we pass. Furthermore, the more familiar you are with the school system, the more your planning will go well. That's where experience play apart too. You know &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, as they say, having the experience will help you get things done better. So what more can i say, i'm practically &lt;s&gt; breaking &lt;/s&gt; bending all the school rules without getting caught since you know which tricks in the book to pull. And the lecturers are actually very flexible. They have this tendency to be all fierce when you're in Year One just to scare the shit out of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Anyway, i'm like in the holiday mood already and i am left with 2 more papers. Can't wait till they're done so i can finally get my beauty sleep. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4392267040488260481?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4392267040488260481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4392267040488260481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4392267040488260481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4392267040488260481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/edit-japan.html' title='Edit Japan'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SolAWqj6SgI/AAAAAAAABLM/kC1SwpSVL_w/s72-c/5580_115559690673_525255673_2316337_3555640_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-5130688107452114304</id><published>2009-08-16T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:08:27.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I went to Joo Chiat yesterday to get my Hari Raya clothes. I always pester my mother to get them before the fasting month because there is no way i am shopping for clothes in the hot, hot heat while abstaning from food and drinks. So that means. everything vital for Hari Raya has been settled, the only thing left to do is to bake the kuehs and clean the house. I think the best part is cleaning the house or shall i say my room. I'm kind of excited of thinking of a new design. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyhoos, i dislike going to the bazaar actually since there will be so many Mats and Minahs there. Let's give a big "Ewww" everybody. Lolz. But since my important clothings has been settled, i am allowed to waste my mother's money and get a few more cheap ones at the bazaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And oh yea, when i was at Joo Chiat yesterday, i was at this RH boutique, every year without fail, they would have a free buffet spread for everyone. So while i was there, they played this particular song that i know. But the song that i know was the techno version and i found out that the original version was a dangdut. Luckily( or not) i like dangdut, if not. . . . that's it ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So that means some malay went to remixed the song and make it a techno version for them to dance fireball too. ( Last time was fireball, now is shuffle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And i have one week to have my contingency planning for my exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-5130688107452114304?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5130688107452114304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=5130688107452114304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5130688107452114304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5130688107452114304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/bete.html' title='Bete'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2800652992306054090</id><published>2009-08-13T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:58:53.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;It's been awhile since i've last updated. Everytime i want to update something, i will immediately lose the will to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Sentosa outing ( again ) for Saliheens' Advance 21st birthday was great. That was like exactly 2 weeks from today. And then there was Ngee Ann's National Day Celebration in school. And yesterday, we had our final paper for Engineering Design. I don't know what to say if i don't pass this paper. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Anyway, my lesson started at 8.30am today and i woke up right on the dot at 8.30am and then went back to sleep since i figured there is totally no point in rushing for a class that will end 2 hours later. Tomorrow will be the last day of school and damn if i wake up late again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Will be having a paper on Monday and then 2 more papers till i'm officially done for this semester. *grins* But the whacked part of this is that my exams will be during the fasting month. Kind of piss me off abit since i have to re-organise my study time. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Anyhoos, i just had McSpicy with cheese for lunch/dinner. The parents are off to malaysia for the day and i'm stuck at home all alone with nothing to do. By right, i was supposed to study but i couldnt bring myself to haul my lazy self to hit the books. And the paper is this coming Monday and i have not yet start revising for the module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-2800652992306054090?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2800652992306054090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2800652992306054090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2800652992306054090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2800652992306054090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/dusty-days.html' title='Dusty Days'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-5397237994191028104</id><published>2009-08-04T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:14:37.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Time Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't know what has come over me. It's only 10pm and i am ready to sleep, ready for what tomorrow brings, and most importantly, ready for school. I was the earliest to reach home and now i'm going to prepare my clothings and pack my bags and then head to bed. Weird but true. Maybe because i am in an extremely good mood, which is such a contrast from yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Other than that, R.I.P Fang Jun Kai. Though i don't know you personally, you were still one of our ex-schoolmate who lost the battle to cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Isn't life just too short?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-5397237994191028104?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5397237994191028104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=5397237994191028104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5397237994191028104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5397237994191028104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more-time-please.html' title='One More Time Please.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7534952823547049270</id><published>2009-08-04T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:13:09.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Feeling Of Guilt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Just when i thought this week will be the last week of school, my classmate just had to burst my happy bubble and tell me that next week is then the last week. Not fun already~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Maybe that was what contributed to the fact that i was in an awful mood yesterday. Anyhoos, think i'll be attending school religiously from now on. And from now on means the 6 days of school left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have less than a week to go before it's exam time. Now then want to be a good student and attend classes. hurhur. Now i'm left with waiting for the exam timetable to be released and then i'll start allocating all my time for studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I am studying for my Maths Core Competency Test which is tomorrow but here i am being so distracted, fiddling around with the internet explorer. I thought i wanna have some fun before exams officially starts but i realised that the week before exam starts, fasting month is already on and speaking of exams, i have good news for myself(!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have only 2 examinable modules this semester so therefore my exam will only happen on 2 days! The other 2 modules is on next wednesday and on the 17th of August. Atleast this time, i don't have to slog my guts out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And i did something real bad on sunday and i'm still feeling so guilty up till today. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7534952823547049270?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7534952823547049270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7534952823547049270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7534952823547049270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7534952823547049270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-feeling-of-guilt.html' title='That Feeling Of Guilt.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3618878107733735902</id><published>2009-08-04T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:28:58.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungreh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Another 16 more days and fasting officially starts. I'm feeling a wee bit nervous about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday was officially the most horrible day in school. Well not exactly, but i was in a horrible bad mood but it got better towards the end of the day. Things improved tremendously when nightfall came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;But i was such a good girl yesterday. I came early for classes, not skipped any and even reached home early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And i'm stuck in school on a Tuesday when i supposedly don't have any classes but i chose to come to school to complete all my overdue work and study for my Maths test tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Bleargh~ But i am getting so sleepy. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3618878107733735902?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3618878107733735902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3618878107733735902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3618878107733735902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3618878107733735902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hungreh.html' title='Hungreh'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-9219126683347732863</id><published>2009-07-29T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:57:57.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yesterday was the most horrible day at volunteering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; Today, not only did i woke up late, i woke up with a heavy heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I wanted to skip classes again today since i was still sick and was not in a good mood but i got ready for school anyway. That is, until i re-read my MC. I realised that i had 3 days of MC and it ends today. Unpack my bag, went online and went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Life is good. I will be attending only one day of school this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-9219126683347732863?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9219126683347732863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=9219126683347732863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/9219126683347732863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/9219126683347732863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-5918391777509716357</id><published>2009-07-25T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:43:40.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Woke up today bathein sweat and feeling very disorientated. The pounding in my head was too much to bear but i felt as though my temperature had cooled down. Nothing new there since the past few fevers that i had would usually subside in the wee hours of the morning. So i would have fever for only a few hours instead of the normal one where it would stretch for 3 days or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I checked my temperature and realised that it had shot up to 38.6 C. Up 4C from last night's 38.2 C. The last time i had normal fever was when i was 14 years old. That one was during the Sars period and my temperature had hit 39.9 C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So it's back down to 38.0 C and sshhh. . . . i have something on later. I know its sounds so irresponsible to be out spreading the virus when i should be at home resting but i don't want to skip anything anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Grrr.. . . and i'm craving for something soupy. Stupid sore throat got me feeling the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-5918391777509716357?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5918391777509716357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=5918391777509716357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5918391777509716357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5918391777509716357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/shoot-me.html' title='Shoot Me'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3345136141925969949</id><published>2009-07-24T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:54:15.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee-Nee ( H1N1 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I think Ngee Ann Polytechnic is like the best tertiary instituition ever eventhough the regulations are pretty strict as compared to the rest of the schools. I don't know about you, but we have shuttle buses from key points in Singapore to school and not only that, we just received our free thermometer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I know it's such a small thing but think of how many free thermometers that they have to issue out just in the School of Engineering. ( Just imagine the whole of Ngee Ann!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So anyway, i received mine on Monday and being the good student that i am, i decided to test it out only 4 days after receiving it ( when i should have checked my temperature everyday ). And the first reading that i got was spot on &lt;strong&gt;37.6 C.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;No shit man. I'm having a fever. I feel slightly feverish, and to make matters worse, i was reading the box of the thermometer and Ngee Ann pasted a sticker on the box and it read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"..&lt;em&gt;...that 37.6 C is the trigger temperature for Influeza A ( H1N1).&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Thanks eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Well, most of my friends are grumbling about why they aren't being quarantined and such and hoping to know someone that is infected with that another-species-of-flu-bug, but not for me man, i don't wanna be cooped somewhere foreign with medical specialists or whatsoever. I may dislike attending classes, but i know i'll hate being quarantined more. And if we were to be quarantined, what would happen to Sentosa next week? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3345136141925969949?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3345136141925969949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3345136141925969949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3345136141925969949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3345136141925969949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/hee-nee-h1n1.html' title='Hee-Nee ( H1N1 )'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7596712909076052230</id><published>2009-07-24T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:46:59.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Life, has been hectic as usual, what with all the volunteering and school work thrown together.  I haven't been to school as much as i should. Like say, only 2 days per week? Exams are coming in a few weeks time and the closer they are, i realised that the more i tend to cut classes. And i heard a good news today(!!) Since exams are coming, debarment week is over and that means that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't even have to attend the 2 days of school at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can just slack at home and pretend that i have already graduated. hurhur. What nonsence! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Anyway, due to the very irregular hours at school, it's the norm for us ( or is it just me? ) to eat less than 3 times a day so it's like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;breakfast + dinner&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lunch + dinner&lt;/span&gt; or sometimes just any one meal a day or whatever that rock your boat. And if we know that we don't have any time to eat during the later part of the day, we'll just eat one weird full meal for breakfast/lunh/dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Take for example today, we went for break at 10am and i decided to get Indian Style Fried Rice for breakfast since i would be too busy to eat for the rest of the day, but it wasn't ready so i was recomended to have this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955780974727746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sml-X7pZ0kI/AAAAAAAABK0/A8JdYn6JOWY/s400/briyani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yes, chicken briyani so bright and early in the morning and one hour later, i was already down and out. So i decided to return home and just sleep the day away. I was in and out of sleep, texting away and i woke up with a darn sore throat. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;But what better way to cure a sickness than online shopping itself? And to my ultimate pleasure, i saw these two babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sml-YmP3lAI/AAAAAAAABLE/qNaeUXdAnOo/s1600-h/94556_svae_a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955792410350594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sml-YmP3lAI/AAAAAAAABLE/qNaeUXdAnOo/s400/94556_svae_a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sml-YY8Yc2I/AAAAAAAABK8/aX85O92nWUE/s1600-h/q481_egp_a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361955788838957922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sml-YY8Yc2I/AAAAAAAABK8/aX85O92nWUE/s400/q481_egp_a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; I freaking like the shoe alot okay! It's like the prettiest thing next to me.  ( heheh ) I think &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; is like the sweetest colour ever even if people tend to associate it with homosexuality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGZXZXZXZXZ AM I IN LOVE OR WHAT??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7895185-7596712909076052230?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7596712909076052230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7596712909076052230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7596712909076052230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7596712909076052230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/purpur.html' title='Purpur'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sml-X7pZ0kI/AAAAAAAABK0/A8JdYn6JOWY/s72-c/briyani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3400818372426613347</id><published>2009-07-23T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:55:26.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Why does today feels so much like Friday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But i had a great time this morning, just something that i did not expect. And the sleep was good too. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3400818372426613347?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3400818372426613347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3400818372426613347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3400818372426613347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3400818372426613347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/mundane-talk.html' title='Mundane Talk'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1884748088392853591</id><published>2009-07-18T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:26:01.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Omg. I am like so &lt;s&gt; lazy &lt;/s&gt; busy to update my blog. I have not even upload any of the Sentosa photos. School seems to be taking its toll on me. And i just remembered that i have ED on Monday. This is so not good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Give me a few days time, when i'm in a good mood ( i happen to be in a constant bad mood), then i'll start clearing all my overdue work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1884748088392853591?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1884748088392853591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1884748088392853591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1884748088392853591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1884748088392853591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-683345391846739447</id><published>2009-07-15T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:35:39.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Omg, now what? I'm like having the flu and sore throat. Grrr...So irritating. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So many things to update but first, gotta head to bed and get some rest in case tomorrow really happens. ( cross my fingers )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And my hotmail is flooded with facebook notifications. 45 and still counting! Gonna wait till tomorrow before i start clearing those emails. If not, it just won't end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So good night world and im kind of expecting bad news for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-683345391846739447?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/683345391846739447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=683345391846739447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/683345391846739447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/683345391846739447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-at-one.html' title='Back at one.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3344352649988575004</id><published>2009-07-10T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:30:49.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am so glad that the weekends are here but i am hoping that next week will come true. For once, please make this right for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Had a blast at Sentosa yesterday. Pictures will be up everywhere soon. But a few pictures of me was only taken because  a certain someone came to find me and chatted for quite a while. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3344352649988575004?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3344352649988575004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3344352649988575004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3344352649988575004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3344352649988575004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-it-right.html' title='Say it right.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-5903193722494602804</id><published>2009-07-05T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:56:55.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whacked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I just remembered that i have a 1000 word essay on gears and whatnots due tomorrow and i havent even started on a damn thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Should i just get an MC? =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-5903193722494602804?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5903193722494602804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=5903193722494602804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5903193722494602804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5903193722494602804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/whacked.html' title='Whacked'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4179071554830071181</id><published>2009-07-03T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:58:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I don't like it that it is the start of a new month. I don't like it that time passes really slow. I keep looking at the calendar and  hoping that it will be a new month soon. Don't know why, i'm just not looking forward to July. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Maybe i'm just not looking forward to the third week of July. Cause i know you'll just leave me stranded again. And &lt;strong&gt;i hate myself for being so stupid to believe in you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I hate all these feelings because it makes me don't wanna go to school anymore. I don't have the mood to attend classes and &lt;strong&gt;i seriously don't have the strength to face a new day.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I guess i'm just not strong enough and we're back to square one again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4179071554830071181?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4179071554830071181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4179071554830071181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4179071554830071181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4179071554830071181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-387351779421412482</id><published>2009-07-03T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:48:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say you, say me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It's another month till it comes again. The most dreaded but also much loved time of the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Yes, Ramadhan. I am half excited for it to come again but at the same time dreading it because this year, it'll happen during my exam time and we all know that i now have a habit of studying overnight at McDonalds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And it's next month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That is fast you know. A blink of an eye, it's gonna be one year from the last ramadhan. One year where all the trouble started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Life is just so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-387351779421412482?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/387351779421412482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=387351779421412482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/387351779421412482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/387351779421412482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-you-say-me.html' title='Say you, say me.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4562344850399019464</id><published>2009-06-30T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:09:44.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground Zero For Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SkmqkVGFb-I/AAAAAAAABKs/n5-nV5GbQ_0/s1600-h/3482891591_0772d4b1b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352997173221224418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SkmqkVGFb-I/AAAAAAAABKs/n5-nV5GbQ_0/s400/3482891591_0772d4b1b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I think it's a matter of time before anybody else you know will be infected with swine flu. Because you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Because Republic Poly has more than 50 cases of it and they're not closing the school just yet and the worse part is, 2 days ago, they had this Republic Run and there were alot of people there participating and volunteering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I won't be surprised if the whole of woodlands is concentrated with suspected cases of H1N1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Boy am i pissed! About something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4562344850399019464?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4562344850399019464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4562344850399019464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4562344850399019464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4562344850399019464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/ground-zero-for-swine-flu.html' title='Ground Zero For Swine Flu'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SkmqkVGFb-I/AAAAAAAABKs/n5-nV5GbQ_0/s72-c/3482891591_0772d4b1b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-6340553368528032180</id><published>2009-06-28T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:04:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed to be asleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;It's 1am on a Sunday morning and i am supposed to be asleep because i have to wake up at 5am later and be at RP at 6.30am for the Republic Run. No, no i am not participating in the run but am just doing some volunteering work there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Volunteering work has taken up most of my time, it should be called part-time instead. Without the pay that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And then school will re-open on Monday, which is tomorrow. Gah! Luckily it is not like secondary school where the re-opening of schools will give me the heebie-jeebies. Thank god this term is going to end soon. Just 1 month+ of school and that's it, new semester which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;supposedly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to be my last but oh wells~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yawnz~ And I am up because i am playing Mafia Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-6340553368528032180?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6340553368528032180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=6340553368528032180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6340553368528032180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6340553368528032180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/supposed-to-be-asleep.html' title='Supposed to be asleep.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4950331681703688731</id><published>2009-06-26T13:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:24:16.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtain call'/><title type='text'>That Military Red Jacket.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Guess everyone would have heard the news by now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The King Of Pop, the one who came up with Billie Jean, Thriller. I remember watching him in concert when i was so much younger. Watching people faint when he perform. Remembering him being in Singapore, remembering that particular &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jacket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I know alot of people may think that he is a freak of nature but still, he left us with a legacy of No. 1 hits, top awards and astounding dance moves. He maybe called names and made fun of, but still,  he is the &lt;strong&gt;King Of Pop. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It's quite a shock actually to realise that he's no longer here. Not only that, he was on the road to his final curtain call, his final concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SkRXOZhqx0I/AAAAAAAABKk/f962lCj86QI/s1600-h/fokep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351498162104878914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SkRXOZhqx0I/AAAAAAAABKk/f962lCj86QI/s400/fokep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rest well MJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SkRXOAetp1I/AAAAAAAABKc/cWshESkfUrc/s1600-h/MJ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351498155381598034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SkRXOAetp1I/AAAAAAAABKc/cWshESkfUrc/s400/MJ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s.&lt;/strong&gt; i still can't believe that he's gone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4950331681703688731?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4950331681703688731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4950331681703688731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4950331681703688731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4950331681703688731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-military-red-jacket.html' title='That Military Red Jacket.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SkRXOZhqx0I/AAAAAAAABKk/f962lCj86QI/s72-c/fokep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2797583536532879601</id><published>2009-06-20T20:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:41:46.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby i'm in love again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SjzSxCMuxmI/AAAAAAAABKU/MN870T_hbsU/s1600-h/E75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349382197254997602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SjzSxCMuxmI/AAAAAAAABKU/MN870T_hbsU/s400/E75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I contemplated getting E75 because i like the slide by the side function, but i also wanted a touchscreen so i decided to get the Nokia 5800. Furthermore, i wasn't in love with 5800 at all. How i wish there was a phone that can combine these two together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just yesterday, i was watching the telly when a particular phone advertisement came up. I didn't pay much attention because i thought that it was the advertisement for the newest Xpress Music but no, lo and behold, i think i just found my perfect phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349381865264938658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SjzSdtcIfqI/AAAAAAAABKE/FOsVBMmka1s/s400/N97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and it comes in white too. I think i'm in love but i don't think i'll be getting it anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, yes, i know i am very materialistic and fussy, think i have heard that a few million times already. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the keypad is quite small aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways, the weather this past few weeks has been freakish-ly hot, i hope when Ramadhan comes, it won't be as hot as this but surprisingly it rained today. Atleast the earth can be cooled even if it's for a little bit. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7895185-2797583536532879601?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2797583536532879601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2797583536532879601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2797583536532879601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2797583536532879601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/n97.html' title='Baby i&apos;m in love again.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SjzSxCMuxmI/AAAAAAAABKU/MN870T_hbsU/s72-c/E75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-134953041041358673</id><published>2009-06-19T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:10:01.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more bowl of rice please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SjuoqzZXGLI/AAAAAAAABJ0/H3ok0c6FfbA/s1600-h/weight.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349054435737147570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SjuoqzZXGLI/AAAAAAAABJ0/H3ok0c6FfbA/s400/weight.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;My mother mentioned that i have put on weight. She said that she is able to judge by the size of my cheeks. She said it look like a tomato. She told me all these when we were watching The Ultimatum. And i went on to tell her that atleast i look cute. Heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Bah! I am so not liking this at all. I wanna go back to last week where i didnt eat at all and even if i do, i would vomit back all the food. That's how my body works for you, when i'm in shock. No, no, i'm not in shock because of my test, just that the secret was out of the bag last week and i was at the receiving end of it. And by eating, it shows that my appetite is back and i'm happy. Oh wells~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I have been stuffing my face with solid food but (!!!) i have 3 weeks max to shed off all these gained weight.  Secret lah~ heheheh&lt;/span&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/7895185-134953041041358673?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/134953041041358673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=134953041041358673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/134953041041358673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/134953041041358673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-one-more-bowl-of-rice-please.html' title='Just one more bowl of rice please.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SjuoqzZXGLI/AAAAAAAABJ0/H3ok0c6FfbA/s72-c/weight.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1055652677396985169</id><published>2009-06-19T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:24:55.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What day is it today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;( This post is actually written a week ago and edited a million of times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SjjpPvVpYpI/AAAAAAAABJM/52h7P3fmoaE/s1600-h/bejeweled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Common Test is finally over. No more confusion over days and no more mugging till the very next morning. I can finally get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;This week has definitely been a stark contrast from last week. During test week, the amount of food i consume is maximum once per day, smoking is definitely always and sleeping time is reduced to whenever i have time to catch some shut eye. There were times when i didnt get a wink for a few days straight and then continue with my studies. I wonder how my mind can cope with being sharp and absorbing of information. Oh wait, i drink chicken essence, the liquid that everybody says is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Now, i totally stop smoking ( sort of ), i eat anything and everything that is within reach and i sleep a few times a day. No, not nap but sleep a few times per day. OMG, i am turning into a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Just &lt;s&gt; today &lt;/s&gt; Wednesday, my mother took me out to geylang market, while doing her foot massage, i slept, and when i got home, i slept too. This is so scary because by the time school reopens, i'm gonna be one fat piggg and me don't likeeeeeeeee. Heheh. I can bet you that tonight, i'm gonna have a deep sleep. Someone commented that i havent't had enough sleep that's why i'm always sleeping and eating the days away but common test is like so last week and its wednesday already and i should have got enough rest by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;But anyways, school's out for 2 weeks and i can do whatever i like and wake up whenever i like. The most exciting part is, another couple more months till exam time and i can finally be free. ( well, not really ) heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1055652677396985169?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1055652677396985169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1055652677396985169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1055652677396985169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1055652677396985169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day-is-it-today.html' title='What day is it today?'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1503046087425693428</id><published>2009-06-19T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:51:04.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I opened a donut factory in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;There was a big hole, i jumped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew that i couldn't get out.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But i still jumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Now I'm stuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Should i be complaining? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Nope, guess i shouldn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1503046087425693428?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1503046087425693428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1503046087425693428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1503046087425693428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1503046087425693428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-opened-donut-factory-in-my-heart.html' title='I opened a donut factory in my heart'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-506559592413331037</id><published>2009-06-17T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:36:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To phone or not to phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sjj-rtZ79KI/AAAAAAAABJs/PzesvE0fOyQ/s1600-h/0ep4vdv16md7vzw220l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348304584378676386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sjj-rtZ79KI/AAAAAAAABJs/PzesvE0fOyQ/s400/0ep4vdv16md7vzw220l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sjj89y3VijI/AAAAAAAABJk/9-1Wkexx2ro/s1600-h/2928824471_aed7f91530.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Just when i'm waiting for the price of this baby to drop, Nokia just had to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;come out with a new full touchscreen phone. )'=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It's the Nokia 5530 Xpress Music. It looks so much like the 5800 but i read the reviews saying that 5800 is better but the 5530 will be cheaper because there is no 3G and GPS function. But it comes in White!!!! A colour that i have always wanted in a phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Anyhoos, its slated to be released in September 2009. Can celebrate Raya with the touchscreen phone. hurhur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Other than that, Nokia is going to released E72 during the 3rd quater of the year. Now i'm confused about which phones to get. E72 comes with at 5MP camera, but 5530 comes in white and is touchscreen but 5800 is so much better than 5530. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;*scratch heads*&lt;/span&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/7895185-506559592413331037?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/506559592413331037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=506559592413331037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/506559592413331037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/506559592413331037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-phone-or-not-to-phone.html' title='To phone or not to phone'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sjj-rtZ79KI/AAAAAAAABJs/PzesvE0fOyQ/s72-c/0ep4vdv16md7vzw220l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-8786091502628393978</id><published>2009-06-17T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:22:15.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Diamonds and Gems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sjjt1VbP7DI/AAAAAAAABJc/kDl7uWua-d0/s1600-h/bejeweled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348286058042747954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sjjt1VbP7DI/AAAAAAAABJc/kDl7uWua-d0/s400/bejeweled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SjjtBEVaamI/AAAAAAAABJU/pZtK6sR2bm8/s1600-h/bejeweled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Just when i wanna get my daily dose of bejeweled game, it just had to go into maintenance mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What am i gonna do now???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-8786091502628393978?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8786091502628393978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=8786091502628393978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8786091502628393978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8786091502628393978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-diamonds-and-gems.html' title='Of Diamonds and Gems'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sjjt1VbP7DI/AAAAAAAABJc/kDl7uWua-d0/s72-c/bejeweled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7199639351975285859</id><published>2009-06-08T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:15:45.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What blues?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's a fine, fine day today. I woke up in a very dull mood since i had no school and didn't have any idea on what to do but i forced myself to be in school and things just went uphill then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm in a freaking good mood even though i'm having my common test later at 4pm and then have to rush to study for another paper tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things surely are different from the past week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I havent blog since forever because i havent been in the very best of mood and school is taking a toll on me. 3rd year is being so mundane. My mind and body were one on not going to classes but i realised that if i want to be better i gotta force myself to get up and running and not stay at home to brood over things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Next week is the start of my 2 weeks term break and i am so not looking forward to it because i will have nothing to do at all except for going out and spending money. ( which i use to like but it has become such a bore now )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yawnz~ now let me go and study for my Applied Mechanics. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7199639351975285859?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7199639351975285859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7199639351975285859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7199639351975285859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7199639351975285859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-blues.html' title='What blues?'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-6067332051173136854</id><published>2009-05-20T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:04:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sleeping pill a day keeps the nightmares away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ShQn7jtySRI/AAAAAAAABJE/Q9oYyBk4iMY/s1600-h/13490_sgnwt_a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337935362493925650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ShQn7jtySRI/AAAAAAAABJE/Q9oYyBk4iMY/s400/13490_sgnwt_a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It's going to be the end of the month soon and i have never been busier! I have so many activities crammed into a day, 7 days a week, no time to have long and deep sleep, no time to eat a decent meal and if breathing isn't automatic, i would probably be too busy to do it too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;All these late nights are gonna come back and haunt me one day. I mean seriously, i only managed to head to bed at 3 everyday and wake up 3 hours later, and the worse part is even though i sleep late, my schol work is still not done yet! I just remembered i still have one project to be submitted next week and a few other online &lt;s&gt; rubbish &lt;/s&gt; assignments that have yet to be completed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;yawn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Anyway, i've started reading again but what i'm reading are all my old materials, wanna find a shop that sells old, old books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Urgh. And i don't seem to have the time to even clean my messy room. No wonder i'm always in a bad mood at home. I detest mess in confined spaces. My room is worse than a pig sty. I bet the swine flu can be bred here. heheheh.&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/7895185-6067332051173136854?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6067332051173136854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=6067332051173136854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6067332051173136854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6067332051173136854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleeping-pill-day-keeps-nightmares-away.html' title='A sleeping pill a day keeps the nightmares away.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ShQn7jtySRI/AAAAAAAABJE/Q9oYyBk4iMY/s72-c/13490_sgnwt_a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-6495219995188420210</id><published>2009-05-19T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:11:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate cakes for me please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337427510908422274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ShJaCtIYCII/AAAAAAAABI0/wsq-BMEvIRE/s400/DSCF0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have this insatiable craving for something chocolate-y. Especially cupcakes or brownies top with melted dark or white chocolates. Been meaning to order a few batches from a friend but everytime i want to place an order, something just have to happen. I wonder when can i satisfy this craving of mine. This is seriously killing me. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On another note to distract myself from my very disturbing craving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ShJaC4dPKVI/AAAAAAAABI8/-fDJkOxPP9Q/s1600-h/eminem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337427513948711250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ShJaC4dPKVI/AAAAAAAABI8/-fDJkOxPP9Q/s400/eminem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Is it me or has Eminem lost weight and look so mean???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7895185-6495219995188420210?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6495219995188420210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=6495219995188420210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6495219995188420210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6495219995188420210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-cakes-for-me-please.html' title='Chocolate cakes for me please.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ShJaCtIYCII/AAAAAAAABI0/wsq-BMEvIRE/s72-c/DSCF0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4259738279779158361</id><published>2009-05-15T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:49:25.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sg0q2QJBjZI/AAAAAAAABIs/1vX4WFg_Tes/s1600-h/IMG_5854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335968245038026130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sg0q2QJBjZI/AAAAAAAABIs/1vX4WFg_Tes/s400/IMG_5854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I haven't been blogging in a while. Everything's the same except that i have a few events to attend these coming few days. Facebook is making the blog seem so boring. I don't even know what to write anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I skipped school this morning. I woke up early but headed back to bed since i was so damn tired. Threw all the specially coiffed plans out the windows. Went to NTU to have lunch with my mother and since the McDonalds were so damn cheap, i decided to upsize and change the drinks. Using my mother's money. Heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Anyway, i've got something up my sleeve and it's going to make somebody one happy person. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And the picture of the oil rig is taken in Singapore by the way. It's off Marina Barrage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4259738279779158361?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4259738279779158361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4259738279779158361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4259738279779158361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4259738279779158361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sg0q2QJBjZI/AAAAAAAABIs/1vX4WFg_Tes/s72-c/IMG_5854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-853229418133277779</id><published>2009-05-07T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:20:05.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's brewing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SgaqS8PFarI/AAAAAAAABIk/DJFIpkkddG4/s1600-h/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334138051050695346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SgaqS8PFarI/AAAAAAAABIk/DJFIpkkddG4/s400/facebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Alright, alright. I will blog in a few days when i have the time. I am always out for school, tuition and some volunteer work and by the time i get back home, all i can do is to check my 30 over emails that i get per day. Life is just so hectic and tiring these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just now when i was in the toilet, i was looking at my face and realised how haggard i look, and my eye bags are growing at an alarming rate. I used to not have obvious dark eye rings and eye bags but now it's just going overboard. Seriously, i look so damn terrible. I'm supposed to be glowing since i hit the big 2-0 today but no, im so yellowish and icky. heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyhoos, i wanna clear up all my overdue work and then re-managed my time and then start heading to bed early because sleeping late make me hate school more and i don't wanna hate school more then i hate it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My body clock needs to be re-adjusted from next week on, because if this continues, i'm gonna look like an old bitch by next year. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm still young by the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ( Let me emphasise on the young sentence ) heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-853229418133277779?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/853229418133277779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=853229418133277779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/853229418133277779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/853229418133277779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-brewing.html' title='Something&apos;s brewing.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SgaqS8PFarI/AAAAAAAABIk/DJFIpkkddG4/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7652002560761844494</id><published>2009-05-05T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:06:22.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really not that narcissistic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SgAAz7ZTwpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/qLYGzFc7QWQ/s1600-h/CIMG5058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332262850923840146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SgAAz7ZTwpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/qLYGzFc7QWQ/s400/CIMG5058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Everytime i want to blog about what i did at Ubin the mood just disappears. Furthermore, the massive amount of pictures by 6 different cameras havent arrive yet. I just want the pictures with my face in it. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ok bye. I need to get some stuff done before attending the Meet The People session with Mr Hawazi at Blk 30.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7652002560761844494?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7652002560761844494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7652002560761844494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7652002560761844494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7652002560761844494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-really-not-that-narcissistic.html' title='I&apos;m really not that narcissistic.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SgAAz7ZTwpI/AAAAAAAABIQ/qLYGzFc7QWQ/s72-c/CIMG5058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4157106018581516021</id><published>2009-05-02T06:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:39:36.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Ubin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It's a brand new day today and yesterday felt so like Saturday. I have to be out in about 3 minutes but here i am blogging away. Well, i dare say i am excited for this OBS trip on the little island of Ubin. I have just finished packing most of my stuffs and the only thing left is my pair of sunglasses and shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Alright i gotta go now and be early!!  Goodbye world! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4157106018581516021?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4157106018581516021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4157106018581516021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4157106018581516021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4157106018581516021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/off-to-ubin.html' title='Off to Ubin.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4567563997113387800</id><published>2009-05-01T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:15:01.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's pitch a tent baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am so dead. I am going out to enjoy myself till night and I have OBS tomorrow first thing in the morning. I have not even started packing a single thing. So lazy want to pack here pack there. I don't even know what to wear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Anyways, i was out just now at causeway point and having zero intention of spending money but instead, i bought 2 much needed pair of pants. Not that it's exciting or anything but yeah. . . I just got back and am feeling so damn tired and i have to meet the rest at 6.45am tomorrow but I am so lazy to pack too. I have already used up my brain juices for my Integration tutorials so i so do not need to use the juices to pack my bag. And i don't know why i'm making such a big fuss about it since i'll be away for only 2 days. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;bah! And i still need an Adidas backpack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4567563997113387800?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4567563997113387800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4567563997113387800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4567563997113387800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4567563997113387800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-make-tent.html' title='Let&apos;s pitch a tent baby.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-8645888544974854751</id><published>2009-04-27T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:13:54.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Plain Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Usually the journey to me school would take around one hour to reach but not today. I set out for school at the usual timing at 7.45am. Reached Bukit Panjang on time but 2 buses went by me because it was damn full. I wouldn't usually miss 2 buses but i think this is the norm for Mondays. Really put the capital B in Monday Blues. But missing 2 buses in a row made me late for my 9am class. The result?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I reached class at 9.45am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;And my class was like for one hour so i didnt see the point of going in since it was only 15minutes left to 10. My 10am class was supposed to end at 12pm but instead of the usual 2hours, it ended 5 minutes later. Made me wish i didn't wake up early and just come in the afternoon. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway, since i don't have school tomorrow and friday is a public holiday, i realised that i only have 3 schooling days this week, and the best part is, Wednesday is 9am-5pm while Thursday and Friday is only from 9am-11am. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-8645888544974854751?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8645888544974854751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=8645888544974854751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8645888544974854751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8645888544974854751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-plain-tired.html' title='Just Plain Tired.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3385523544695203397</id><published>2009-04-27T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:36:07.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't wanna go to school on this horrible Monday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3385523544695203397?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3385523544695203397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3385523544695203397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3385523544695203397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3385523544695203397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-blues_27.html' title='Monday blues.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1804605483175189658</id><published>2009-04-26T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:57:32.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Busy Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I promised myself to sleep early tonight but it has become a very bad habit of mine to be online from night till the wee hours of the morning even if i am god-damn sleepy. Like now. I am yawning like mad but i stubbornly refuse to head to bed. I even have this thought of skipping the 9am class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is making me frustrated. Don't know what but i know i need to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is monday which means it is the start of the second week of school. I cna betcha that the blues will be on on full force. What with the retarded and very boring first lecture and then the practical. I like the lecturer but she is kind of boring and she treat us all like little kids because the last time I checked, i'll be turning 20 in a weeks' time. ( HEHE can't help but throw that in) And i can't wait for Friday because. . . . . . . . HEHEHE it's a secret!! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1804605483175189658?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1804605483175189658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1804605483175189658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1804605483175189658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1804605483175189658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-busy-man.html' title='Another Busy Man.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2021550977450568524</id><published>2009-04-26T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:19:26.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter and rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Just when i'm blogging. thunderclouds are forming. Well, they have been forming since the time i woke up and look at the sky. That's my habit. I like looking at the sky and that's the first thing i'll do whenever i wake up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So it's finally raining. After days of atrociously hot weather, it's gonna rain cats and dogs now. It's gonna cool down the earth and hot concrete. I bet hot steam will be rising from the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But then again, i hope this weather will stay for long. Well not everyday but maybe once in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Other than that, i have nothing to blog again but the weather has definitely put me in a good mood, definitely a change from the past few irritable and hot days. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-2021550977450568524?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2021550977450568524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2021550977450568524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2021550977450568524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2021550977450568524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/laughter-and-rain.html' title='Laughter and rain.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1245115514588515884</id><published>2009-04-26T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:03:06.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something got stuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;OhMyGodzxzxzxz. . . I am so damn sleepy but i am still online. Thinking about Monday just make my head spin. Bleargh. School, school, school. Don't wanna go to school but i wanna get far in life. Don't wanna be like those typical O levels-no-money-poor-jobs malay. And i have found somebody who can do my room. Just waiting for the right time to give him a call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am still not used to the idea of school. OMG. Thinking about it can literally make me sick which reminds me that i just got puked on just now. Thank god it's not solid food but just liquid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, okay good night then since i have nothing to blog about anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1245115514588515884?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1245115514588515884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1245115514588515884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1245115514588515884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1245115514588515884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-got-stuck.html' title='Something got stuck.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4877113871291875607</id><published>2009-04-24T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:07:37.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay i am going to bed since Dee is not online to entertain me with his rubbish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SLIGHTLY MIFFED THAT DEE IS NOT ONLINE TO ENTERTAIN ME WITH HIS RUBBISH.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay well so it was kind of my fault because i told him i wont be online tonight. heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's 11pm at night and i'm heading to bed. And this is the first time in 4 months that i'm going to bed early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Good Night World.&lt;/strong&gt; (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4877113871291875607?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4877113871291875607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4877113871291875607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4877113871291875607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4877113871291875607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-night-world.html' title='Good Night World.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3851187552487040857</id><published>2009-04-24T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:45:57.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna sleep till daylight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SfFtTmdHp4I/AAAAAAAABII/JpFdPL5UF0k/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328160017663633282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SfFtTmdHp4I/AAAAAAAABII/JpFdPL5UF0k/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt; I am so sleepy and at 3.30pm in the afternoon too!! Urgh. I can't seem to wake up today. Got my brother 3 tries for me to wake up fully and that is rare considering the fact that i am a light sleeper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Lesson was for 3 hours today and i didn't feel like going at all because i was too tired but i still went for class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;But anyway, glad that the week i finally over because i can finally get my much needed rest. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3851187552487040857?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3851187552487040857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3851187552487040857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3851187552487040857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3851187552487040857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-sleep-till-daylight.html' title='I wanna sleep till daylight.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SfFtTmdHp4I/AAAAAAAABII/JpFdPL5UF0k/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4701231372143634354</id><published>2009-04-23T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:57:43.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yesterday was the first full school day and it nearly killed me. 9am to 5pm and i am damn tired. My feet hurts too and i can't seem to walk properly. I can't even walk properly today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I slept early last night but couldnt managed to wake up this morning. As usual, i had thoughts of skipping classes since it was for 2hours anyway but the thought of my mother finding out sent me straight to the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I guess my body is not yet accustomed to waking up so early in the morning and to make matters worse, the nights are full of tossing and turning because the weather is warm and my room is so humid. And my water intake has gone up by quite alot. I seldom drink enough plain water but today, i drank like 4 bottles of mineral water. No, not at one shot but by just sitting in my room in the afternoon. I mean, what can i say? The weather has been rather interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Another day tomorrow but thank fully it's the last school day of the week because i am kind of tired of the hustling, bustling and jostling of the early morning traffic (because i stubbornly want to go to school myself and refused any help from the parents  ). I need the saturday and sunday to get my groove back and also to get rid of this school-re-open-shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4701231372143634354?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4701231372143634354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4701231372143634354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4701231372143634354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4701231372143634354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-jam.html' title='Summer Jam'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7305508787543376434</id><published>2009-04-22T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:17:12.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frehies Smeshies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The whole school is infested with freshies. Me don't like. Me want the old and familiar faces back. Everywhere i turn to, there'll be large and i mean really large groups of Year Ones. Even the library. I love the library for its peace and quiet. Like really quiet. And you'll know what time to come to avoid the crowds, especially during lunch hour. But the scene at the library today is simply ridiculous. Like hello?! 2 years have passed but i have never seen the library this full before. There were fresh faces sprawling everywhere. And if there were anymore students hanging out at the library, i bet they need to hire somebody for crowd control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And i checked my FYP today. Seems like i got my second choice which is Design Innovation. My first choice was Precision Engineering. Bleargh. I think i'm gonna die in the Design course. It's like DnT for the final year again and i'm having mixed feelings about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Other than that, it's only 10am and i feel like skipping the rest of the lessons and going straight home because reality just sank in and i am also very bored in class. Now, if only i can get my hands on that Nokia 5800 which i think has Wi-Fi, atleast i can do other things in class. Which reminds me of Monday when i wanted to print my timetable in school but the queue at the Student Service Centre was so freaking long that i decided to forgo it which resulted in me missing out on class. Egad. I'm having Engineering Desing after this, oh wait, i have to go through my Engineering Maths 3 class again first before i can go on designing some engineering stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am so glad to be in school but i am also wishing that it would end faster. And by the way, &lt;strong&gt;I'm officially a senior in school.&lt;/strong&gt; (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You know what the two years in school had made me become? I don't care for punctuality anymore. I mean like seriously, nothing happens when you come in late because worse come to worse it'll just be a late for attendance for that day. I mean i've done more serious things like being absent for no official reason and buying MC to cover my ass for skipping classes too many times. I'm not saying i'm proud of it, well i am actually because who wants to be a goody-two-shoes right? heh. So as i was saying, i've done worse things than being late so i don't think i care anymore. I mean you can just walk into class like nothing happened you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OMG. I am so bored. And i am still not used to being in school. I am still in the holiday kind of mood. But thank god for this saturday, atleast i get to chill. And i love the fact that i dont have to go to school on tuesdays. Which kind of make matters worse because it'll be like the holidays again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7305508787543376434?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7305508787543376434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7305508787543376434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7305508787543376434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7305508787543376434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/frehies-smeshies.html' title='Frehies Smeshies.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7449677019982242312</id><published>2009-04-21T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:57:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i'll be eating you up baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's a lizard staying in my room and it makes noises in the night to irritate the hell out of me. I wonder where it came from and why, of all places, choose to stay in my room. I mean, the living room is definitely bigger and they would have lots of friends there. And i hate lizards. They are icky and have stupid eyes that stares at you which in turn would make me feel like just spraying something to torture it. I would definitely love seeing it squirm to death and i definitely love to torture things or people that i don't like. Or in short, i like to see people who i hate in pain because it gives me a kick for being so mean. But it's part of the human nature since these people deserves to die a million deaths for pissing me off or hurting me. I can name one person right now who did me wrong big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That done, i am now a reformed person. ( clap hand everybody!!!) No, not in that way, i am still the *ahem* nice person that i am but it's just that i am so totally in love with steaks now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Se2-yXV4WuI/AAAAAAAABIA/3XEj7VFVrhI/s1600-h/meat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327123706717690594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Se2-yXV4WuI/AAAAAAAABIA/3XEj7VFVrhI/s400/meat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I used to dislike them so much because, i mean come on, what is better than chicken right? But hell no. You wouldn't know until you try man because these are the juiciest and the most flavourful eating thing that you can find. OMG. To those who have not try eating steak, you definitely don't know what you're missing. And yes i'm talking about you, you prude vegetable-eating person. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i totally cannot believe that the title for my previous post is i love school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7449677019982242312?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7449677019982242312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7449677019982242312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7449677019982242312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7449677019982242312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-ill-be-eating-you-up-baby.html' title='And i&apos;ll be eating you up baby.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Se2-yXV4WuI/AAAAAAAABIA/3XEj7VFVrhI/s72-c/meat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1178899252991068436</id><published>2009-04-21T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:10:39.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The weather these past few days has been atrociously hot like hell. I can start perspiring by just standing at the bus stop for barely five minutes and the feeling can be so icky. The nights are long too since my room is extra humid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But today, i woke up with a pleasant surprise. It was raining cats and dogs so early in the morning and thank god Tuesdays are a no-school-day because i was able to snuggle up and just wake up late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the start of a new school term for us tertiary students and it was definitely better than the rest. We got to meet up and pour out all our holiday stories. From financial stories to the who-are-you-dating-now or the what-have-you-done-with-this-guy/girl. Things simply just pick up where they left from and i'm definitely glad that life threw us all together. And don't forget, birthday week you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But when i stepped into the campus, i realised that i don't know more than half of the students there anymore and that yesterday was the first time i see so many people swarming in the school. Made me feel slightly left out because i feel like the minority in Year 3. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Oh, and me being me. I did not print out my timetable and skipped classes. Yes! On the first day of school too! HAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Aside from all that, i am having a pounding headache right now that i think that my eyes can go cross from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1178899252991068436?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1178899252991068436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1178899252991068436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1178899252991068436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1178899252991068436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-i-love-tuesdays-baby.html' title='I Love School.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-170991703990049426</id><published>2009-04-20T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:14:12.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I can't believe i woke up so early in the freaking morning to blog. It's the first day of school and i am already dreading it. And suddenly, i have an aversion to waking up early. Monday blues is also on full force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is not good. But anyway, last night RC bonding session was good. And i finally got ideas on how to recruit new blood in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, wish me luck for school. Hope that i dont hate it more than i already has. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-170991703990049426?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/170991703990049426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=170991703990049426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/170991703990049426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/170991703990049426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4970763921187674984</id><published>2009-04-19T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:31:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little narcissism will help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SesKc3RQ8sI/AAAAAAAABH4/ZewU21wIynE/s1600-h/1083375105_1fb77c8fdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326362475284722370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SesKc3RQ8sI/AAAAAAAABH4/ZewU21wIynE/s400/1083375105_1fb77c8fdb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;School's officially in tomorrow. The last i checked my timetable, class will start at 1pm because it is even week tomorrow but when i checked again, i realised that i missed my morning class which starts at 9am and end at 10am. And then, i'll be having a 3 hours break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Urgh. I so need a touchscreen phone for school. Will anyone be kind enough to get me the Nokia 5800 Xpressmusic for my birthday?? I promise i'll be good. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Other than that, my right eye has been twitching since last Wednesday. 2 mishaps had happened but my right eye is still going into overdrive twitching mode. Which is really irritating me because it is just so uncomfortable. And furthermore, the bad thing that is supposedly gonna happen is keeping me in suspense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Alright, bonding session at my house coffeeshop is in one hour and fifteen minutes time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4970763921187674984?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4970763921187674984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4970763921187674984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4970763921187674984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4970763921187674984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-narcissism-will-help.html' title='A little narcissism will help.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SesKc3RQ8sI/AAAAAAAABH4/ZewU21wIynE/s72-c/1083375105_1fb77c8fdb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2396818530805166818</id><published>2009-04-12T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:42:06.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nobody likes seeing me happy that's why i'm not getting the Nokia 5800 for my birthday. HAHAHAHAHAHA I think i'm crazy since my birthday is not for another month. But then again, gotta start early right? (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My hair is god awful. The fringe has been cut too short and now it sticks up like nobody's business. This is so maddening. And after the ruby red dye job, my hair seems to be on frizzy mode forever. I had never had frizzy hair in my entire life! And to make things worse, i just recovered from my bad ass flu and now i have like a pounding headache that doesn't seem to go away. At all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-2396818530805166818?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2396818530805166818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2396818530805166818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2396818530805166818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2396818530805166818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/dollies.html' title='Dollies.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4148514243270146206</id><published>2009-04-11T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:33:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i dumb or am i dumb?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Muahahahahahaha. Luckily for me, i decided to check my academic calender today instead of just heading down to school on Monday &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, school officially re-opens on the 20th of April instead of the 13th. My school usually re-opens in the middle of the month so that's why the slip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Now would anyone get me the Nokia 5800? Pretty please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I promise i'll lorbxs euu babiieee. If i can get my hands on you that is. The red Nokia 5800 not the person who'll get it for me. But i can lorbxxs euuu too if you want.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4148514243270146206?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4148514243270146206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4148514243270146206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4148514243270146206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4148514243270146206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-dumb-or-am-i-dumb.html' title='Am i dumb or am i dumb?'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1238979748768784656</id><published>2009-04-11T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:38:03.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, love me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SeBw-ziJ1pI/AAAAAAAABHw/_6uVXMjtP0Q/s1600-h/2928824471_aed7f91530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323378983839585938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SeBw-ziJ1pI/AAAAAAAABHw/_6uVXMjtP0Q/s400/2928824471_aed7f91530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Could somebody be nice enough to get this Nokia touch screen phone for my 20th birthday? This will be the best gift ever and I promise to act surprise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1238979748768784656?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1238979748768784656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1238979748768784656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1238979748768784656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1238979748768784656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-love-me.html' title='Love, love me.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SeBw-ziJ1pI/AAAAAAAABHw/_6uVXMjtP0Q/s72-c/2928824471_aed7f91530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-4488716934602351134</id><published>2009-04-10T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:16:02.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta smile because i deserve to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't know whether i'm back up but its definitely better than a few days ago. I know that i can be happy about stuffs again but i don't know why i'm pushing myself to remain down. Maybe it's because of me wanting the old life back. Not so much as last time but the slightest feeling of wanting the old is back. What can i say, i'm just a creature of habit baby. I love being comforted by the fact that things will always remain the same no matter what. But sadly to say, that's not how life work isn't it? heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If i really try hard and not every little thing get me down like always, i know i can surely get over this hurdle and be free. The most important thing in my life now is reaching my goal and be the very best that i can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And by the way, my hair is no longer highlighted in gold, it's back to red. And i'm feeling blue and missing that wild streak. )'=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-4488716934602351134?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4488716934602351134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=4488716934602351134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4488716934602351134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/4488716934602351134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-smile-because-i-deserve-to.html' title='Gotta smile because i deserve to.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-5392094438868806433</id><published>2009-04-08T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:40:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I guess i'm back to square one with it. Thought that i was finally getting over it and stuffs but at least it was better than a few months back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;School's starting next week and i don't wanna get distracted anymore. I wanna achieve my goal and be the person that i was supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-5392094438868806433?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5392094438868806433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=5392094438868806433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5392094438868806433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5392094438868806433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square one.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2838348223828232986</id><published>2009-04-03T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:42:19.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This is so sickening. There is something wrong with my blog template and i can't seem to put in my twitter board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And above all, i have fever and am in a very bad mood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Maybe its time to delete this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-2838348223828232986?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2838348223828232986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2838348223828232986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2838348223828232986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2838348223828232986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/tweets.html' title='Tweets.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1950427159592460765</id><published>2009-04-01T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:33:41.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby you're an obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I have been bored at home and with nothing to do, i remembered something my sister told me to kput back this morning. So i took it out again and began straightening my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SdNpHS4SMyI/AAAAAAAABHo/aiAUNMIigpo/s1600-h/straightening.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319711158902600482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SdNpHS4SMyI/AAAAAAAABHo/aiAUNMIigpo/s400/straightening.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; I've straightening it a few years back but since my hair was already straight, i didn't really continue doing it. Until now that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I think it's gonna be my new obsession because uh-oh, the result is great. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7895185-1950427159592460765?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1950427159592460765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1950427159592460765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1950427159592460765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1950427159592460765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-youre-obsession.html' title='Baby you&apos;re an obsession.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SdNpHS4SMyI/AAAAAAAABHo/aiAUNMIigpo/s72-c/straightening.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-109205554247720070</id><published>2009-03-30T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:19:28.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just checked my school stuffs and oh boy, am i ever so dead because firstly, this year i will be free as hell. The timetable is off the walls i tell ya. It's like i don't even need to attend class. And secondly, 2 of my modules are being pushed wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy back and i really hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And the school did not even explain anything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-109205554247720070?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/109205554247720070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=109205554247720070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/109205554247720070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/109205554247720070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-6795344916735026678</id><published>2009-03-30T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:49:55.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Other Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had a last minute call from a friend yesterday late in the evening. He was looking for a companion and since i also had nothing to do, i suggested that we go get a pair of shoes for me since i have been meaning to get a new pair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;So meet my new love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SdCh_rSF0NI/AAAAAAAABHg/Zcir8wdxXzI/s1600-h/vans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318929275246989522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SdCh_rSF0NI/AAAAAAAABHg/Zcir8wdxXzI/s400/vans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The thing about the shoe is, it doesnt come in my size because the design comes only in a pair and only in that size which was one size too large. And the worse part is, there was only one pair of Vans with this design in the whole of the shopping centre. But the best part was i can tighten the laces real tight to make it fit. And now, i have 3 pairs of white shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But the bestest best part is, it matches with one of my LV bags. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SdCh_ckVcrI/AAAAAAAABHY/56klVEzdzlk/s1600-h/IMG_5806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318929271296979634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SdCh_ckVcrI/AAAAAAAABHY/56klVEzdzlk/s400/IMG_5806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7895185-6795344916735026678?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6795344916735026678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=6795344916735026678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6795344916735026678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6795344916735026678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-other-love.html' title='No Other Love.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SdCh_rSF0NI/AAAAAAAABHg/Zcir8wdxXzI/s72-c/vans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-8612869308251225734</id><published>2009-03-29T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:58:13.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Promises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Because you smell of Hugo Boss baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You know what's the perfect sunday? It's when you have only 4hours of sleep, get woken up by a nice text and a call. After that, you head down to the Civil Service Club and get on with the bowling tournament. And while waiting for your turn to play, you get hit on by men and get free flow of food and drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;But i rather spend the day with Mr. PT himself. But then again, i spent my saturday with him. That's why i had only 4hours of sleep! But good food and good company&lt;/span&gt;. This is one Earth Day i'll never forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-8612869308251225734?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8612869308251225734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=8612869308251225734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8612869308251225734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8612869308251225734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-promises.html' title='No Promises.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-6592567296503067887</id><published>2009-03-27T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:47:10.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;So please don't stay in touch. Because maybe,  just maybe, i have found my peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ScyP7bhn9SI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6c-TghlL8rw/s1600-h/IMG_5786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317783511181554978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ScyP7bhn9SI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6c-TghlL8rw/s400/IMG_5786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I had a day out with mummy today. Told her quite a few things and she really rock with the advices she threw at me. HAHAHA Maybe that's why i'm happy now. &lt;em&gt;Slightly&lt;/em&gt; happier now. Well, at least it beats being down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tomorrow night,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Earth Hour 2009!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7895185-6592567296503067887?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6592567296503067887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=6592567296503067887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6592567296503067887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/6592567296503067887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/ScyP7bhn9SI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6c-TghlL8rw/s72-c/IMG_5786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-7995444133096828809</id><published>2009-03-26T18:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:02:17.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Feels Like Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I spent the afternoon watching these, back to back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SctbAoCreTI/AAAAAAAABHI/togkq-RZPLc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317443851347786034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SctbAoCreTI/AAAAAAAABHI/togkq-RZPLc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SctbAvRRHMI/AAAAAAAABHA/8kHW3j1VYps/s1600-h/two_fast_two_furious_ver6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317443853288021186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SctbAvRRHMI/AAAAAAAABHA/8kHW3j1VYps/s400/two_fast_two_furious_ver6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SctbAZotlOI/AAAAAAAABG4/PxgK_mYX9qo/s1600-h/tokyo+drift.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317443847480775906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SctbAZotlOI/AAAAAAAABG4/PxgK_mYX9qo/s400/tokyo+drift.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And i'm waiting for the 4th part to be released.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SctbAYq-kaI/AAAAAAAABGw/t6jQyECaclw/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317443847221842338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SctbAYq-kaI/AAAAAAAABGw/t6jQyECaclw/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now tell me, is it just me or is Vin Diesel just plain hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the other note, i felt miserable today and yesterday. But the only difference is yesterday, i managed to don't-give-a-fcuk about my misery and was able to pull myself out of it but today, the misery is bugging me and aftecting my mood. Maybe because it rained today and i'm at home. Alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know whether this is true but maybe, just maybe, being miserable is giving me a bad headache. Because you know, i'm thinking too much about stuffs that i have no control over. And i am having a very bad headache right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My brother turns 21 today and then my sister will be turning 18 in 10 days time and a month from that date i'll be turning 20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's amazing how our birthday months are back to back. And birthdays just make me feel so miserable. Maybe because i am too spoilt to appreciate the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-7995444133096828809?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7995444133096828809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=7995444133096828809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7995444133096828809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/7995444133096828809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-feels-like-friday.html' title='Today Feels Like Friday.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SctbAoCreTI/AAAAAAAABHI/togkq-RZPLc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-5709493268424153510</id><published>2009-03-20T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:28:28.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I wanna invest in a very good moisturiser for my hands and feet so that it'll be extra smooth. I never seem to get very good ones and after a few days of using the product, i'll leave it in one corner to rot and turn bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Other than that, today has been a really bad day because i let my emotions get the better of me and i can't seem to pull myself out of my "emo-ism" or whatever it is called since i am too lazy to think of the proper word now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Another sad thing is that i have to dye my hair black back soon because the hair is growing. It is sad because i love my hair alot and am emotionally attached to the colour. Also, there's a reason behind the colour and stuffs. There's a history to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I just pledged to behave a few days back because i realised that this is seriously a trial and testing period for me and i am the type to swim instead of sink in any difficult situation. Furthermore, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;this is just not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't behave like this and i want the old me back. But the thing is, i want it but i'm too tired to do it and am letting setbacks hurl me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And i have 3 more weeks till school reopens. Atleast that is something. *fake, weak smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Much Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-5709493268424153510?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5709493268424153510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=5709493268424153510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5709493268424153510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/5709493268424153510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-friday-already.html' title='Is it Friday already?'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2966275201799927562</id><published>2009-03-18T19:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:23:43.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And that feels alot like Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Just when i am so into quitting smoking, the urge to smoke just had to come and sneak up on me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;*And this will be the part where people will tell me to be strong and persevere and stuffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Tough luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My hair is such a mess. It's either i dye back to black or highlight it again. Or maybe, i could dye it black &lt;em&gt;and then&lt;/em&gt; highlight it to a different colour. Hahahahahahahaha, fcuk. Daddy is going to kill me. Heh. Of course i want it to be of different colour. I don't wanna get stuck to black, i wanna try something different. And because my hair is growing, the roots are black and 3/4 of the length of the hair is like golden-brown-whatever colour-ish, so it's a bit freaky. Wait till they really grows and i'll be a total freak. [=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Bah! RC meeting tonight and i am so lazy to attend but the thing is that i have not been attending 3months worth of meetings because of school and exams! And speaking of which, my exam results will be released on Friday, the 20th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I kind of know what kind of results i'll be getting but the anticipation is really killing me but i am trying not to think about it and so far, so good. *thumbs up, smile, and wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;All's good but i don't think i should start counting the chicks before they hatch again because life is afterall, weird and so unexpecting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much Loves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-2966275201799927562?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2966275201799927562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2966275201799927562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2966275201799927562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2966275201799927562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-that-feels-alot-like-love.html' title='And that feels alot like Love.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2052591423949403205</id><published>2009-03-17T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:38:36.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For Not Smoking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sb-mUn2m2gI/AAAAAAAABGQ/5AwxRo3dup4/s1600-h/2405833910_fd7354fcd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314148958546090498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sb-mUn2m2gI/AAAAAAAABGQ/5AwxRo3dup4/s400/2405833910_fd7354fcd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To date, i haven't been smoking for 7 days straight. This is such a surprise because just last week, i was nearly dying from not smoking. And everytime i don't smoke, my mind will start obsessing about it and i'll be so restless and troubled. And anxious too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But one week on, the thought of smoking didnt even cross my mind. I am so back to my pre-smoking days where i was just a social smoker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much loves. (=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-2052591423949403205?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2052591423949403205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2052591423949403205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2052591423949403205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2052591423949403205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-for-not-smoking.html' title='Thank You For Not Smoking.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/Sb-mUn2m2gI/AAAAAAAABGQ/5AwxRo3dup4/s72-c/2405833910_fd7354fcd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3804698556285581132</id><published>2009-03-16T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:42:13.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficially shallow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I need to update or else my blog will have dust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I realised that i don't have anything to jot down anymore because everything that happens happened in the heart and mind. I don't need to share sad things with everybody because people are naturally self-centered and they would only bother if the problem affects them or they just wanna know the juicy details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Unlike a handful of deliciously nice people of course. And i don't know since when are nice people delicious. But they are. . . . . . i think. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I privatised my blog a little while ago instead of deleting some posts because I mean, i rather have thoughts still intact than being open and letting some unknown people reading them. Yes, it's open to public and all that but then again, the free world has its limits too you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oh yea, i own 5 cars in Sorority Life already. I'm aiming for a hummer next. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3804698556285581132?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3804698556285581132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3804698556285581132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3804698556285581132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3804698556285581132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/superficially-shallow.html' title='Superficially shallow.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-3004183674530422120</id><published>2009-03-14T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:48:58.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am feeling afraid, restless and frustrated. Most importantly, i don't know what to do about my life anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna freaking cry all the troubles away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Life seriously has been tough and i'm not the type to give up but i don't have either the strength or the courage to continue anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-3004183674530422120?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3004183674530422120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=3004183674530422120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3004183674530422120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/3004183674530422120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-help.html' title='I Need Help.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-8438864887845836509</id><published>2009-03-14T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:40:50.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorority Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energy'/><title type='text'>Don't Mess With A Sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm hooked on Sorority Life on Facebook. All that i have been doing is to gain back my energy, plan events and &lt;strong&gt;shopping&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I like the fact that i have $100, 000 in my Sorority Bank. Tho' its not real money, atleast i can still shop and be happy. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it's so freaking easy to get money! ( Note: I did not say earn money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It'll be cool if life is like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-8438864887845836509?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8438864887845836509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=8438864887845836509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8438864887845836509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/8438864887845836509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-mess-with-sister.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess With A Sister.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-2369615758399253546</id><published>2009-03-12T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:08:32.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood swings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The weather these days is whacked. I'll wake up to sun rays shining hotly down on my face and by 5pm, it'll start to rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I don't know what's up with it but yea, it's cool having two types of weather in a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Kind of like my mood. Tho' having mood swings is so not cool at all. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-2369615758399253546?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2369615758399253546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=2369615758399253546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2369615758399253546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/2369615758399253546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-swings.html' title='Mood swings.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1175176891443821168</id><published>2009-03-12T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:19:10.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not enough time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's been a week since i last post anything up. Nothing interesting has been going on except that things has been wacky recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yea, and that's about it. I had alot to post yesterday but it just flew out of the window when i switch on my laptop today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1175176891443821168?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1175176891443821168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1175176891443821168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1175176891443821168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1175176891443821168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-enough-time.html' title='Not enough time.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895185.post-1500581787101445583</id><published>2009-03-06T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:07:58.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I came across some videos today and an inspirational one caught my attention. Well, it actually brought tears to my eyes. It's about not giving up in life and having the determination to get up and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Yeah, i'm all about not giving up and striving for what i want and being determined enough to get what i want eventhough the ride maybe devastatingly bumpy, but what to do, since i have always had this determined streak in me and i dare say i actually enjoy not giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Time and time again when people and life get me down, i jumped back up and slap them in the face because i am determined that nothing is going to get me down or away from anything that i want. ( I think a few of my past post showed that) But the video opened my eyes to the real reason for not giving up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If i were to fail in life, and then give up, i realised that i would never get back up. Unless i try and try till i succeed. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I guess today is an inspirational day for me since somebody told me this in the wee hours of the morning "if first you don't succeed, try, try, try again. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895185-1500581787101445583?l=daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1500581787101445583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895185&amp;postID=1500581787101445583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1500581787101445583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895185/posts/default/1500581787101445583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daddyslittlerichgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-again.html' title='Try Again.'/><author><name>Oriental Eyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_84M6HE8QHsw/SWdWvjFaXUI/AAAAAAAABBk/V_TBonHCa-o/S220/CIMG2325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
