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Like alot.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SiKiekDvgGI/AAAAAAAAA14/p5CLCYNgJnU/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342010753973977186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://byalmostfamous.livejournal.com/"&gt;byalmostfamous.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-3121665469838072356?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3121665469838072356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=3121665469838072356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3121665469838072356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3121665469838072356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-famous.html' title='ALMOST FAMOUS'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SiKiekDvgGI/AAAAAAAAA14/p5CLCYNgJnU/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8097145257953042452</id><published>2009-05-28T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:47:27.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapid hope loss</title><content type='html'>You called to say you wanted out.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't say I blame you now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to fold,&lt;br /&gt;Before you're found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well thanks for waiting this long, &lt;br /&gt;To show yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause now that I can see you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're worth a second glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for all the promises you made,&lt;br /&gt;They served you well.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone and they're wasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for your endearing sense of charm,&lt;br /&gt;It served you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now it's gone and you wasted it on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8097145257953042452?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8097145257953042452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8097145257953042452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8097145257953042452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8097145257953042452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/rapid-hope-loss.html' title='Rapid hope loss'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-1514433959070883889</id><published>2009-05-22T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:27:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont believe you like I did before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You used to shine so bright but I watched all of it fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-1514433959070883889?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1514433959070883889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=1514433959070883889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1514433959070883889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1514433959070883889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-believe-you-like-i-did-before.html' title='I dont believe you like I did before'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-582559190660950757</id><published>2009-05-14T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:51:41.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d4FFkMz978&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d4FFkMz978&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;I LITERALLY LIKE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MELTED &lt;/span&gt;WHEN I SAW THIS WHOLE VID DDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-582559190660950757?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/582559190660950757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=582559190660950757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/582559190660950757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/582559190660950757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahh.html' title='AHH!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8533097525997755981</id><published>2009-05-06T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:47:56.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted time</title><content type='html'>Looking back, I think I have wasted approximately 3 years of my life doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly NOTHING, but nothing that actually really mattered that much until like, this year perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing meaning endless nights of going out with people who didn't really matter cos they just wanted COMPANY regardless of who, nothing meaning spending time and effort on relationships that could never work out from the start, and nothing meaning wasting cash on booze and cigarettes and then having to starve and eat like, LJS; in other words, stuff that wouldn't really matter the next day, the next week, or even the next year. Stuff that now, actually looks and seems kinda stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; from what its like now, I think its a huge difference. I've totally stopped going out late other than late night movies, I don't even bother with people who can't be bothered, &amp; my cash spent on cigarettes is now probably like, 40bux or so per month (mainly cos baby supplies me w it lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stayed home and honed my sewing skillz, I've got LOTS more cash to spend on clothes, I eat better food (Goodbye LJS, helloooo Canelé!), and I'm much happier (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know the point of this post, but I just got reminded of it while looking back at some Friendster pics, and I guess I just want to save this as a reminder &amp; all. Have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8533097525997755981?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8533097525997755981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8533097525997755981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8533097525997755981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8533097525997755981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/wasted-time.html' title='wasted time'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6273854695112219709</id><published>2009-04-30T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:46:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AA</title><content type='html'>I LUV AMERICAN APPAREL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this dress recently, and when I got it and tried it on, it was PERFECT. It actually made me look slimmer, and it was comfortable too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA8358_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get another one in black&amp;white AFRIKA print or asphalt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. When $$$ comes next week, I'm gonna order off AA again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I have in mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSAS314_Navy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSA8353P_WhiteBlackAfrika.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSABB407LTW_JuvenilesLAPD.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSACP300_OxfordBlue.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.americanapparel.net/storefront/images/detail/serve.asp?media=RSAVC300_Midnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6273854695112219709?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6273854695112219709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6273854695112219709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6273854695112219709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6273854695112219709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/aa.html' title='AA'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2988851032179217018</id><published>2009-04-21T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:59:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things ive done</title><content type='html'>Some things I've been doing these few weeks...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; already, and it was really good!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-ArAGIsI/AAAAAAAAA0o/kZ1TPVvY4bU/s1600-h/n1195616436_30476290_7311369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-ArAGIsI/AAAAAAAAA0o/kZ1TPVvY4bU/s320/n1195616436_30476290_7311369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327122853001568962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_dVbfF0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/6ajr8Y8wcgY/s1600-h/n1195616436_30476293_5172184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_dVbfF0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/6ajr8Y8wcgY/s320/n1195616436_30476293_5172184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327124444938704706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_dUbLblI/AAAAAAAAA1o/_QtAlaXunpw/s1600-h/n1195616436_30476294_489736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_dUbLblI/AAAAAAAAA1o/_QtAlaXunpw/s320/n1195616436_30476294_489736.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327124444668980818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like at first we didn't really get it, cos the "cats" were just lolling about, and singing with some British accent about their life story. The accent was so thick i couldn't really understand, but after a while, after watching the actors and trying to figure out their lyrics, you do kinda get the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ok, so the story was like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats all gather together every year for this ball / party / event, where they elect one cat to be reborn or something like that?? Then the Leader appears, and they introduce many characters, including this outcasted cat. Then along comes this thief / rebel cat, who kidnaps the Leader for whatever reason, and they hire a sparkly magician cat to make the Leader reappear -.- Story ends with the outcasted cat being reborn. Simple storyline, but the song and dance and costumes made it really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bunny &amp;amp; I celebrated our 8 months together (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-Bf9tQBI/AAAAAAAAA1I/O56eQPiHzYs/s1600-h/DSC03625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-Bf9tQBI/AAAAAAAAA1I/O56eQPiHzYs/s320/DSC03625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327122867218628626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-BHJu5VI/AAAAAAAAA1A/oEF2lxeZL9U/s1600-h/DSC03629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-BHJu5VI/AAAAAAAAA1A/oEF2lxeZL9U/s320/DSC03629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327122860558181714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-BHdncHI/AAAAAAAAA04/KTj4KAQUP7E/s1600-h/DSC03628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-BHdncHI/AAAAAAAAA04/KTj4KAQUP7E/s320/DSC03628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327122860641579122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-AwjnXMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/YsnSQWTZnT4/s1600-h/DSC03630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-AwjnXMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/YsnSQWTZnT4/s320/DSC03630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327122854492724418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny took me to this wonderful place at Vivo called The Queen and Mangosteen. It's some British gourmet bar kinda thing, and the food was really really good. Had the mini burgers, nachos with minced beef and fish and chips. Had their supposedly famous drink called Pimm's and Lemonade too, but it was okay only lor. Like sprite mix with a bit of alcohol and fruit bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went for Zouk's 18th anniversary party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_dNCDxRI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Mu96h1ttCr0/s1600-h/3312_80229245854_643570854_2207695_1315749_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_dNCDxRI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Mu96h1ttCr0/s320/3312_80229245854_643570854_2207695_1315749_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327124442684572946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_dMHOIgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/T97fIitBREM/s1600-h/3312_80229300854_643570854_2207705_1826901_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_dMHOIgI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/T97fIitBREM/s320/3312_80229300854_643570854_2207705_1826901_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327124442437788162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_c-0rlNI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/PqNtFTeXJLU/s1600-h/3312_80229280854_643570854_2207701_5768328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2_c-0rlNI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/PqNtFTeXJLU/s320/3312_80229280854_643570854_2207701_5768328_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327124438870365394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had free tickets, courtesy of Laila Lu (: &amp;amp; I brought Bunny along! Free flow of drinks till like, 11pm I think, and we were treated to a fashion show too. Didn't really stay for long though cos it was so jam packed!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have started a journey to losing weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I started dance classes, &amp;amp; I've started jogging around my neighborhood since 2 weeks ago. Haven't really started controlling my diet yet, cos that's like really hard for me :/ but oh well, I hope to see results soon!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2988851032179217018?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2988851032179217018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2988851032179217018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2988851032179217018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2988851032179217018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-ive-done.html' title='things ive done'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Se2-ArAGIsI/AAAAAAAAA0o/kZ1TPVvY4bU/s72-c/n1195616436_30476290_7311369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-3571848817525714074</id><published>2009-04-15T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:47:17.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr</title><content type='html'>I can't find my camera cable, so I can't load up any pics. &amp;amp; I have no clue were it can possibly be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'M GONNA GO WATCH &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CATS&lt;/span&gt; IN ANOTHER 3 HOURS! EXCITED MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SeWCnHjbioI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tcHP9epWcX0/s1600-h/DSC03550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SeWCnHjbioI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tcHP9epWcX0/s320/DSC03550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324805742989642370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SeWCm7IZH7I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/D4ZMpbDd_4I/s1600-h/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SeWCm7IZH7I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/D4ZMpbDd_4I/s320/DSC03547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324805739655012274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; I found my cable! Was right next to me under a cushion -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-3571848817525714074?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3571848817525714074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=3571848817525714074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3571848817525714074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3571848817525714074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/grrr.html' title='grrr'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SeWCnHjbioI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tcHP9epWcX0/s72-c/DSC03550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-3820999671292439129</id><published>2009-04-11T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:36:37.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playboy</title><content type='html'>This is totally random. Today when I woke up, baby jumped onto my bed, and told me something like, "oh you know, I just watched E! Entertainment on tv, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hugh Hefner died&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally shocked. Like, aren't the hot playboy playmates coming to Singapore soon? &amp; Apparently there's now some contest where you can win a date with them and everything?? &amp; its Hugh Hefner, the guy who literally made porn mainstream, so I guess it was kind of a big deal and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I switched on the tv, and turns out, it was E! Entertainment's ad for E! News, where they talked about HEATH LEDGER'S death, not HUGH HEFNER, but I guess both names sound kinda similar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-3820999671292439129?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3820999671292439129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=3820999671292439129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3820999671292439129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3820999671292439129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/04/playboy.html' title='playboy'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4731443874571896773</id><published>2009-03-30T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:25:55.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u-tube</title><content type='html'>I swear, I am in luv with YouTube &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT TEACHES YOU ANYTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to put on smoky eyeshadow, how to curl your hair, how to tell if an egg is fresh etc etc, and recently, I really like the videos from ThreadBanger. It teaches me how to sew ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even gonna start making a bandage skirt now from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's no bandage skirt tutorial, but there's a tube top tutorial. &amp; isn't the cutting of a bandage skirt EXACTLY like a tube top?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4731443874571896773?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4731443874571896773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4731443874571896773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4731443874571896773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4731443874571896773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-tube.html' title='u-tube'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4346162765117204482</id><published>2009-03-27T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:39:11.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>If I were a rich girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/41637/41637_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chloé high waisted shorts&lt;br /&gt;£758.31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/41863/41863_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jil Sander asymmetric gown&lt;br /&gt;£614.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/41215/41215_fr_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sass &amp; Bide silk dress&lt;br /&gt;£693.18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/41488/41488_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander McQueen ombré fringe dress&lt;br /&gt;£3,875.26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/41519/41519_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella McCartney Dégradé sequin leggings&lt;br /&gt;£725.74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/37840/37840_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVF short jacket&lt;br /&gt;£428&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/39858/39858_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Williamson silk beaded jacket&lt;br /&gt;£781.56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/39107/39107_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Jacobs leather tote&lt;br /&gt;£1,349.13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/38638/38638_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fendi bow-front pumps (I'm secretly hoping Charles &amp; Keith makes a copycat design of this)&lt;br /&gt;£332.38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.net-a-porter.com/images/products/37766/37766_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marni satin T-bar sandals&lt;br /&gt;£323.28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/38784/38784_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Givenchy Lace-front sandals&lt;br /&gt;£321.93&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4346162765117204482?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4346162765117204482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4346162765117204482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4346162765117204482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4346162765117204482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-7102515973535084856</id><published>2009-03-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:01:05.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alphabeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ALPHABEAT MANIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2004426263853198798-7102515973535084856?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7102515973535084856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=7102515973535084856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7102515973535084856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7102515973535084856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/alphabeat.html' title='alphabeat'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6700759285151673760</id><published>2009-03-24T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:33:08.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Scjup_SieqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/iBhfjWUNdkE/s1600-h/DSC03322+new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Scjup_SieqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/iBhfjWUNdkE/s400/DSC03322+new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316761765242108578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling super angsty these few days, don't really know why. I've got a million (redundant) things to rant about, and I still have part of my 3D art final undone &amp; I;m still watching the style network!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate final projects. I don't see the point of making student rush so much for one BIG ASS thing where your marks take up like, 35% of it or so. What if you really just suck at making big stuff huh? So your work has to be MAGNIFIED in order to show what you can do? &amp; what's the point of making so many portfolios when I'm alr in a poly?? Ok so maybe the more the merrier, can showcase off your talent etc etc, but need so much meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if you wanna apply go for another art school they really look through ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just finding excuses to not do it. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp; what's up with some people being so... i don't know... FOLLOW-ISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I follow too like trends and all, but I hate, say, mesh. I will never like mesh. I do not like mesh on a shirt, dress, bag, etc, I DO NOT LIKE MESH! But it just really gets to me that some people will say, "Oh i hate (particular brand / particular item / particular something)" and along comes some famous person who says they love what you hate, &amp; you love it too?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate something, don't force yourself to like it lah! I really don't know why this ticks me off anyway you know? PMS maybe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;: I made myself feel a little bit better by buying a dress off AA? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PPS:&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I forgot to mention this but I finally dyed my hair after a year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6700759285151673760?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6700759285151673760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6700759285151673760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6700759285151673760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6700759285151673760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/rant.html' title='rant!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/Scjup_SieqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/iBhfjWUNdkE/s72-c/DSC03322+new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4842103849333420807</id><published>2009-03-18T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:19:41.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8XIFuK3I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Qp55zL2q-oI/s1600-h/DSC03356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8XIFuK3I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Qp55zL2q-oI/s320/DSC03356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314384297047501682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO COMPLAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. I HATE, like, really HATE 3D art fundamentals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what paper, wire and clay sculptures of flowers or vases or whatever has anything to do with fashion design &amp;amp; merch. From what I've been hearing, I heard that NAFA/Lasalle students are busy sewing &amp;amp; sketching, &amp;amp; I'm here doing THIS????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8XlN9YqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/IdoOIqK7fJY/s1600-h/DSC03343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8XlN9YqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/IdoOIqK7fJY/s320/DSC03343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314384304866681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have to compete with people who make paper sculptures like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB87D7qVJI/AAAAAAAAAz4/C8C6mofJflE/s1600-h/DSC03348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB87D7qVJI/AAAAAAAAAz4/C8C6mofJflE/s320/DSC03348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314384914406855826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That entire Effiel Tower is made of PAPER &amp;amp; done by my classmate Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. I HATE CW TV AND WB TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CW tv is the broadcast channel or something like that for Gossip Girl and WB tv is for this really cool upcoming show, Rockville CA (its about the life of a group of people in rock clubs, and from the same guy who created OC and GG!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTH CW TV AND WB TV HAS FREE FULL EPISODES OF THE SHOWS ON THEIR WEBSITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both can only be viewed IF YOU ARE FROM THE STATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really not fair. So what if your really cool tv shows are made and filmed in the states, why can't you let the rest of the world watch on your website too? I know that there are other ways to watch GG and (hopefully) Rockville off other sites, but it isn't the same. Obviously the ones from the official sites are HD and don't have to wait super long for it to buffer right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like come on, follow MTV can? Everything on there free and super HD somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. My life is super BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gaming almost everyday. If you haven't played Left 4 Dead before, go &amp;amp; play now!! &amp; I totally do not believe that rubbish about playing first person shooter games can make someone kill their friends &amp; family. If some tragedy happens, they blame the game. Total rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those games usually have teamwork too. Why doesn't anyone say that it encourages teamwork then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I also sewed a bag and acid washed some leggings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8YmlN-9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/1nD4yt1Q9LU/s1600-h/DSC03378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8YmlN-9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/1nD4yt1Q9LU/s320/DSC03378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314384322412542930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8YBiKmVI/AAAAAAAAAzo/csgphVSTy3c/s1600-h/DSC03377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8YBiKmVI/AAAAAAAAAzo/csgphVSTy3c/s320/DSC03377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314384312467626322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8X8TsS-I/AAAAAAAAAzg/QbNN5wDGyLs/s1600-h/DSC03371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8X8TsS-I/AAAAAAAAAzg/QbNN5wDGyLs/s320/DSC03371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314384311064742882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Not a complain, but its already been 7 months with my baby!! ((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB87f-2ezI/AAAAAAAAA0A/5TGezPg1oX8/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB87f-2ezI/AAAAAAAAA0A/5TGezPg1oX8/s320/DSC03313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314384921936427826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4842103849333420807?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4842103849333420807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4842103849333420807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4842103849333420807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4842103849333420807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ScB8XIFuK3I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Qp55zL2q-oI/s72-c/DSC03356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8038717000804499856</id><published>2009-03-09T03:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T03:39:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>This is random but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Xiaxue's newest episode of Guide To Life on clicknetwork.tv, and its about removing wisdom tooth. I just removed mine recently too and haha, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the same dentist as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, should've asked her what XX really is like in real life when I saw my dentist last week :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8038717000804499856?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8038717000804499856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8038717000804499856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8038717000804499856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8038717000804499856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6038787514480330580</id><published>2009-03-04T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:27:12.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>srsly?</title><content type='html'>I hate to say this, but I don't think Joe Jonas can dress. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm a fabulous dresser, and sure, you can go, "But he's cute &amp; has like 89745987 fans!", but seriously????:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://java-girl.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/joe-jonas-sunglasses-fur-collar.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gossipgirls.com/files//celeb-gossip/images/photos/joe-jonas-chelsea-staub-girlfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2007/07/18/previews/Joe%20Jonas-JTM-027716.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://teenhlwdphotos.s3.amazonaws.com/011937/0000215312.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't think i've really told anyone this, but it kinda makes me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; that sometimes gorgeous people can't dress. I mean, I'd kill to be them, imagine all the clothes I'd look great in, like Herve Leger bondage dresses to see thru lace camis and tight fitted jeans etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Ordered this pair from f21! &amp; it was only USD$29.80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/58665985-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6038787514480330580?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6038787514480330580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6038787514480330580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6038787514480330580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6038787514480330580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/srsly.html' title='srsly?'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-3558244319938767270</id><published>2009-03-02T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:26:53.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 411</title><content type='html'>1. I have been staying home for the past 5 days due to my wisdom tooth removal. It did not hurt, but my right cheek has swollen to the size of Malaysia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My leather jacket isn't lost! Its somewhere in Joan's cousin's car boot or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I miss Joan ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My sewing machine is dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Baby has lasted like, half a year with me already. Am happy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I heard Gossip Girl's new episode will only come out in ANOTHER 3 more weeks?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-3558244319938767270?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3558244319938767270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=3558244319938767270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3558244319938767270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3558244319938767270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/411.html' title='the 411'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-244641036373171284</id><published>2009-02-14T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:35:12.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VDAY?!?!</title><content type='html'>OMG WORST VALENTINE'S DAY MORNING EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT DRINKING LAST NIGHT, &amp;amp; I REALISED, THAT &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LEFT MY FAVOURITE LEATHER JACKET THERE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLACK ONE WITH THE QUILTED DETAILS AND ZIPPERS!!!!!!!!! KHABDFJAEBFEBF!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-244641036373171284?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/244641036373171284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=244641036373171284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/244641036373171284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/244641036373171284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/02/vday.html' title='VDAY?!?!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-850854850458588903</id><published>2009-02-13T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:16:48.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POLADROID</title><content type='html'>I LOVE POLADROID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZR1swH9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/tKbAMJFx7jw/s1600-h/DSC03033-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZR1swH9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/tKbAMJFx7jw/s320/DSC03033-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301960824329347026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZRnbTFaI/AAAAAAAAAzA/iZxrORo8GX8/s1600-h/n749475070_2443621_4235-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZRnbTFaI/AAAAAAAAAzA/iZxrORo8GX8/s320/n749475070_2443621_4235-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301960820498044322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZRU9mViI/AAAAAAAAAy4/5ImiyDQLGHo/s1600-h/Photo+174-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZRU9mViI/AAAAAAAAAy4/5ImiyDQLGHo/s320/Photo+174-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301960815541638690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZCEfNKzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/O4iZv0j1A90/s1600-h/n597491437_2506791_8947-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZCEfNKzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/O4iZv0j1A90/s320/n597491437_2506791_8947-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301960553421155122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZB-uBJ9I/AAAAAAAAAyo/HnCo18Ezi1w/s1600-h/n643570854_1898346_235-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZB-uBJ9I/AAAAAAAAAyo/HnCo18Ezi1w/s320/n643570854_1898346_235-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301960551872669650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZB4e4gQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BF_7hTop7hY/s1600-h/n714669142_1246200_1989-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZB4e4gQI/AAAAAAAAAyg/BF_7hTop7hY/s320/n714669142_1246200_1989-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301960550198575362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZBtxiwjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/hem6IZ1GBbU/s1600-h/DSC03211-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZBtxiwjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/hem6IZ1GBbU/s320/DSC03211-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301960547324052018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZBtIp42I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cyOs09eD-vU/s1600-h/n738585381_1415436_309-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZBtIp42I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cyOs09eD-vU/s320/n738585381_1415436_309-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301960547152552802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-850854850458588903?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/850854850458588903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=850854850458588903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/850854850458588903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/850854850458588903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/02/poladroid.html' title='POLADROID'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SZRZR1swH9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/tKbAMJFx7jw/s72-c/DSC03033-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-1420704908829893491</id><published>2009-02-12T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:13:40.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past month</title><content type='html'>So far for the past month or so, I have...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Realized that I am in love with Joan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1968/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2421624_7389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1968/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2421624_7389.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2458571_7690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2458571_7690.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2458573_8163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2458573_8163.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for best friend manicures, and drinks at Loof, and probably will be the most memorable day I had with her. First time I drank with her &amp;amp; first time I saw her get really high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the last time when we went drinking, was spent by driving around in an SUV &amp;amp; eating fillet o fish in the middle of some ulu road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. I turned 18, &amp;amp; I am loving every moment of it!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506772_3018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506772_3018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506911_2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506911_2904.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506917_4981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506917_4981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506885_4636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506885_4636.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506862_8230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506862_8230.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506907_1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506907_1551.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506902_9941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506902_9941.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506876_2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506876_2042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Have counted my recent purchases and gifts. Many are from Topshop. Like, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new Topshop items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's that obvious that I love Topshop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. I guess 17 really makes a huge difference from 18, and I know its been a short while that I've been 18, but I think I've grown a little. I've realized that I don't really need people who don't need me, and to actually care for those who have been beside me all this while. Like what baby always says, "quality, not quantity".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-1420704908829893491?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1420704908829893491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=1420704908829893491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1420704908829893491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1420704908829893491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-month.html' title='the past month'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8593708838995156454</id><published>2009-02-04T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:29:05.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>I had a very very wonderful 18th birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank you to everyone for the wishes, presents, and for those who came down to celebrate it with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2078/50/106/597491437/n597491437_2506796_602.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8593708838995156454?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8593708838995156454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8593708838995156454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8593708838995156454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8593708838995156454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/02/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6553715343807050119</id><published>2009-01-18T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:00:55.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NIGHT OUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BIG NIGHT OUT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v644/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435635_5252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v644/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435644_9662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v644/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435658_6141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v644/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435660_875.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v644/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435664_3247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v644/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435667_415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v644/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435669_5052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1971/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435700_8102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1971/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435699_5775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1971/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2435709_2715.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1971/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2443625_31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1971/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2443626_4141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1971/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2443635_477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1971/9/103/749475070/n749475070_2443636_3576.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It was the time of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingtings were AWESOME, &amp; to add more into it, I was with awesome people! Went with Joan, Zul (haven't seen that diva in like, FOREVER!!), Kim, Shiai, Timothy, Cosina, and I made 3 new friends! Welven, Weibo, and Kianyong. &amp; I wish that I could've just done it all over again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures taken from Zul's facebook (thanks Zul!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6553715343807050119?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6553715343807050119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6553715343807050119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6553715343807050119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6553715343807050119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-night-out.html' title='BIG NIGHT OUT.'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4250930796718274365</id><published>2009-01-12T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:54:21.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TINGTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SWsS4sStpfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/3rR5ZrG07aM/s1600-h/DSCF0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SWsS4sStpfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/3rR5ZrG07aM/s320/DSCF0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290342952448402930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I got tickets for the Ting Tings!!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; so, with 4 tickets, Im going with Joan, Kim an Shi'ai. Kind of funny how we got the tickets though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sistic woman:&lt;/span&gt; So, for Ting Ting right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joan &amp;amp; me:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sistic woman:&lt;/span&gt; Which one? The Ting Ting or The Greatest Hits of Jin Ting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All: &lt;/span&gt;Huh????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who the hell is Jin Ting?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAYS, SO EXCITED FOR TMR CANNOT WAIT!!&lt;/span&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/2004426263853198798-4250930796718274365?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4250930796718274365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4250930796718274365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4250930796718274365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4250930796718274365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/01/tingting.html' title='TINGTING'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SWsS4sStpfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/3rR5ZrG07aM/s72-c/DSCF0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2039681634233925146</id><published>2009-01-09T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:20:00.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it works for any other girl out there (but it sure works for me), that every time I spend something on an item which I love, no matter how much it costs, it cheers me up, like INSTANTLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I don't think I've ever left a shop after buying something still feeling miserable. I don't think food does that for you. Cos if you leave after having a an awesome but filling meal, you feel fat &amp;amp; bloated. Especially if your meal was a chocolate or durian buffet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno, maybe clothes make you feel... prettier, or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's why women shop much more than men, I guess they rely on retail therapy. Like my mum, who just ordered a Mulberry bag online. You don't ever see my dad doing that. Or anyone's dad, I think. Anyways, the point is, her face was like, gleaming LITERALLY once she saw the words "TRANSACTION COMPLETED" on the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of recent purchases, I spent $200+ on Topshop today. Was money worth spent though, considering that CNY is coming, &amp;amp; I can use them for CNY clothes. Just preserve till that day then wear lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, baby bought me a super pretty dress from FCUK for x'mas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe some may say that, "oh you're just materialistic lah, only CLOTHES make you happy". Fuck no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum makes me happy, my boyfriend makes me happy, my friends make me happy, I guess clothes just make me feel prettier or something like that. I can't describe it lah. I mean, don't new clothes kinda make you feel happy too??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; btw, Agnés B is having a 70% off sale tmr at Isetan Scotts!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2039681634233925146?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2039681634233925146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2039681634233925146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2039681634233925146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2039681634233925146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/01/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-970785374199448685</id><published>2009-01-07T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:23:06.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick like a dog</title><content type='html'>I've had this weird virus for the past one week. It comes and goes, and then comes again, and strangely, i think it altered my hearing and my voice ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;: I still don't know what I want for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PPS&lt;/span&gt;: I would have never guessed in a million years that the Twilight soundtrack would be THIS good!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-970785374199448685?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/970785374199448685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=970785374199448685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/970785374199448685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/970785374199448685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-like-dog.html' title='sick like a dog'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-5027516210408399527</id><published>2009-01-02T03:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:56:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Its been really long since I blogged, and so fast, that it's already 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome New Years' Day / New years eve with abby, linus, eileen, jingting, fish, nicole, eugene, and of course, my very wonderful boyfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JTs dad's pub, and well, almost all of us got drunk, and it was Linus' first time getting drunk / drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anyways, before 2009...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hamster escaped from its cage, and it still hasn't returned home. Don't really know what happened to it now, maybe it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went to Japan and kind of had a shitty time there, except where I went to Disneyland, &amp; overcame my fear of rollercoasters!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp; also, Christmas Day was pretty nice. For the first time, I accompanied baby to church and watched this play / drama, even though I'm not Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for 2009 this year, I don't have a long list of resolutions this year anymore!! Instead, I'm only down to 3 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Get fitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Get better relations in terms of friends and my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Do better in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I JUST REASLISED THIS BUT MY BIRTHDAY IS LESS THAN A MONTH AWAY! :D LEGAL 18!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-5027516210408399527?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5027516210408399527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=5027516210408399527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5027516210408399527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5027516210408399527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-608481376135810531</id><published>2008-12-09T18:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:50:28.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday baby (:</title><content type='html'>Woah. &amp;amp; I haven't blogged in like, how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been doing quite a lot of things other than just homework actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Uf8O1cpRYzn9ltpFgROeqg?authkey=VxZZ3xD-tkU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5TYA63kDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/EtS768Ag_ok/s400/DSC03011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OMRyN3Ul8y4JX9VwUnxJWg?authkey=VxZZ3xD-tkU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5TYmLlEbI/AAAAAAAAAuU/TOAGZNnFTy0/s400/DSC03010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a shredded tank top. &amp;amp; the cost price was probably only $2. I got the shirt at Daiso, cut it off into a tank top, and then shredded the hell out of it. &amp;amp; I kinda like it, only think is that I'm reaaaaally afraid that it'll get ruined in the washer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q74Zn3dN17zSkT7pMIJ8dA?authkey=VxZZ3xD-tkU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5TZUbMyhI/AAAAAAAAAuc/GVadRA1vDwE/s400/DSC03040%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I wore a few days back when I was out with Abby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grey tee shirt from Topman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Patchwork skirt from Cheap Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5U3O0m7gNa7oV-2pQbeUDQ?authkey=VxZZ3xD-tkU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5TaN8-EZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/_pf3LhUDsi8/s400/DSC03044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to visit Hweishyan at her new and GINORMOUS house. I should have taken more pictures, that house is freaking HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6O0pHlPQoUpPyDPQp_qiEQ?authkey=VxZZ3xD-tkU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5TaxVZ7oI/AAAAAAAAAus/YYGJt-7Gy0U/s400/DSC03025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did treasure hunting at home and found this pair of studded boots! I really wanna wear it out, but, any suggestions on how to wear them? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course, not forgetting baby's birthday celebration at Prive! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YKOakx4I/AAAAAAAAAvY/GfDebeFu-Kc/s1600-h/DSC03068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YKOakx4I/AAAAAAAAAvY/GfDebeFu-Kc/s320/DSC03068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277752746016294786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YJ30gy5I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Yj7k1u4gSOw/s1600-h/DSC03083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YJ30gy5I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Yj7k1u4gSOw/s320/DSC03083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277752739951070098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YJQECN2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/mEUESs5K6yg/s1600-h/DSC03063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YJQECN2I/AAAAAAAAAvI/mEUESs5K6yg/s320/DSC03063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277752729278756706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YIwyBIpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-VL9hlwVews/s1600-h/DSC03054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YIwyBIpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-VL9hlwVews/s320/DSC03054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277752720881689234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YIoZZEnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VDA2Lis4bp8/s1600-h/DSC03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5YIoZZEnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VDA2Lis4bp8/s320/DSC03051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277752718630916722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5ZdDarXpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/3-kbD6QQ29s/s1600-h/DSC03066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5ZdDarXpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/3-kbD6QQ29s/s320/DSC03066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277754168993078930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5ZctIM_II/AAAAAAAAAvg/qMcYxkzcmh8/s1600-h/DSC03061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5ZctIM_II/AAAAAAAAAvg/qMcYxkzcmh8/s320/DSC03061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277754163010010242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby ended up getting like, dead drunk. I mean, who wouldn't after you've had a gazillion drinks, and adding in a Waterfall for your final drink? So I had to like, lug him all the way back to my place, where he took over my bed, and I ended up having to sleep on the cold hard floor ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he woke me up in the end and placed me on the bed, hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, today is Baby's actual birthday and we might be going out later, but I have no idea where, so in any case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so very much and you can rest assured that I'll stick with you thru thick or thin! you're probably the best I've ever had and I'm so lucky to have you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, baked cookies yesterday too. Kind of a failure cos they turned out too sweet D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5Zd1QvwcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ZR_ncShaU60/s1600-h/DSC03105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5Zd1QvwcI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ZR_ncShaU60/s320/DSC03105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277754182373196226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5ZdkJaYfI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_okZBvkA1Do/s1600-h/DSC03106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5ZdkJaYfI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_okZBvkA1Do/s320/DSC03106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277754177779032562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-608481376135810531?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/608481376135810531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=608481376135810531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/608481376135810531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/608481376135810531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='happy birthday baby (:'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/ST5TYA63kDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/EtS768Ag_ok/s72-c/DSC03011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4428822616045961612</id><published>2008-11-30T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:42:19.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Is the current recession affecting you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's affecting me for sure. Suddenly I've been shopping alot less, my mother has been asking me to save on almost everything, and cash flow is less too! Everything also less, now even when I buy food, portion also less lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'l have to choose the alternative way out and make new clothes out of old clothes? Which speaking of old clothes, I have ALOT!! Sell or make? I think I should make lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, with baby around, things have been pretty sweet. He helped me clear out my room today and I swear it's now in it's cleanest / neatest state it's ever been (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess pretty soon we'll even have to budget date and eat maggi while watching movies illegally online D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4428822616045961612?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4428822616045961612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4428822616045961612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4428822616045961612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4428822616045961612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/recession.html' title='recession'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-1343026423041767129</id><published>2008-11-26T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:29:19.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>I've been super tired, sleeping late and all cos of assignments and everything, but the good thing is, a see a slight improvement in my work attitude as well as my performance so far (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been saving money too, and it's been kinda successful, and gonna save up guts up for i don't know what yet, but have money better than no money right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I realized that after the whole big fiasco thing over _____, I haven't spoken a word to her. I haven't even seen her around. I guess that's what they say by when they need you, they come to you, and when everything's been said, done and over, I guess they just stop talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't taken the initiative to, and the only thing she had spoken to me about after it was about the aftermath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how money can either make or break someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-1343026423041767129?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1343026423041767129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=1343026423041767129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1343026423041767129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1343026423041767129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2926814466555529417</id><published>2008-11-24T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:56:06.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SSrOMpVXobI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IBEMnoL7h6o/s1600-h/Photo+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SSrOMpVXobI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IBEMnoL7h6o/s320/Photo+177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253030439821746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I know this is a little random and I should be rushing up on my THREE reports but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 100 days babe!! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &amp; I promise to bake for you once I'm done with my reports &amp; such!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2926814466555529417?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2926814466555529417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2926814466555529417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2926814466555529417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2926814466555529417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_24.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SSrOMpVXobI/AAAAAAAAAtk/IBEMnoL7h6o/s72-c/Photo+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-1908285691250402280</id><published>2008-11-20T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:10:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grr!</title><content type='html'>I am really starting to get the feeling that I'm always just another second option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm not talking about my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, just ordered this online for baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://shop2.vans.com/wcsstore/Vans/images/products/XC36BTD2B.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe he's been wanting it for like, the longest time ever! &amp; I got myself this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://shop2.vans.com/wcsstore/Vans/images/products/XFV2XGB.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY BOAT SHOES!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-1908285691250402280?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1908285691250402280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=1908285691250402280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1908285691250402280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1908285691250402280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/grr.html' title='grr!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6909556227001959801</id><published>2008-11-16T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:36:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 3rd month</title><content type='html'>So I went with Abby and many other people to Gotham Penthouse the other day to celebrate the ending of O levels with her. It was not bad, and tmr, we're gonna do drinking after her prom night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; plus, baby &amp; I celebrated our third month yesterday at Mount Sophia. It was a surprise for me though, cos he kind went like, "hey get dressed into something nice, I'm taking you out for dinner" and all. &amp; we headed there to some atas restaurant called Chalk. Serves french cuisine along with pasta and pizza and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; IT WAS GREAAAAAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had escargots, foir gras (yes i know how they get foir gras, stop telling me how cruel I am to eat it), and baby had a duck confit &amp; i had mushroom risotto. I swear I have never tasted risotto that great before. Dessert was creme brulee and raspberry &amp; orange souffle. Had champagne with my entire meal too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby spent a bomb, and we had a little surprise too. Apparently baby knows the owner of the place, probably why we got such a great spot, and before we left, they gave us complimentary sweet wine, which was super yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I really had a very wonderful time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there were fireworks too, like, somewhere in the distance, so we caught a short glimpse of it during our meal. Dunno what the occasion it was for the fireworks show though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SSA9E3-jefI/AAAAAAAAAtU/TlefFLeH-n8/s1600-h/DSC02959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SSA9E3-jefI/AAAAAAAAAtU/TlefFLeH-n8/s320/DSC02959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269278717978573298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SSA9ET4cLLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/aeulDoFKrp4/s1600-h/DSC02958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SSA9ET4cLLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/aeulDoFKrp4/s320/DSC02958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269278708289252530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selling this!&lt;br /&gt;Brand new, letting go at only&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; $9&lt;/span&gt; mailed!&lt;br /&gt;Mail me at gyapwl@hotmail.com if interested (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6909556227001959801?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6909556227001959801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6909556227001959801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6909556227001959801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6909556227001959801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-3rd-month.html' title='happy 3rd month'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SSA9E3-jefI/AAAAAAAAAtU/TlefFLeH-n8/s72-c/DSC02959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8858720432658864566</id><published>2008-11-12T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:34:06.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKIRT!</title><content type='html'>SELLING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/xtakeoutthelightx/skirtcopysmall.jpg?t=1226431708"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/xtakeoutthelightx/skirtdetail.jpg?t=1226431737"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Second picture is true to colour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Floral printed flared skirt from Collage &lt;br /&gt;Button down front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waist: 30.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Length from waistband to hem: 15 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meant to be low / mid waist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letting go at only &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$33&lt;/span&gt; mailed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mail me at gyapwl@hotmail.com if interested ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8858720432658864566?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8858720432658864566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8858720432658864566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8858720432658864566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8858720432658864566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/skirt.html' title='SKIRT!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2684177642256918416</id><published>2008-11-12T02:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:05:40.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Anyways, school was kinda good today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed in my A1 drawing on time (THANKYOU GOD), as well as my sketchbook, and also, I did my Jap skit presentation as well! Therefore, no sch all the way till next mon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnSokK2TDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/WCBlW8PXlMs/s1600-h/DSC02917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnSokK2TDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/WCBlW8PXlMs/s320/DSC02917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267472833532283954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wore to school today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beatles T shirt, Victoria Jomo&lt;br /&gt;Denim Jacket, thirfted for only $8!&lt;br /&gt;Basic black leggings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnSpJKCuHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MCAWUcBeJVQ/s1600-h/DSC02919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnSpJKCuHI/AAAAAAAAAsk/MCAWUcBeJVQ/s320/DSC02919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267472843461015666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very ugly drawing I did within a night cos I did last min work!&lt;br /&gt;The charcoal background was done 30mins before handing up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; presenting my prodigy friend, Stacy, and her art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnSrdLAeEI/AAAAAAAAAss/H7-S1Q61GeE/s1600-h/DSC02929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnSrdLAeEI/AAAAAAAAAss/H7-S1Q61GeE/s320/DSC02929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267472883193509954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnVW-JFYuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Isxkdxi1T7c/s1600-h/DSC02931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnVW-JFYuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Isxkdxi1T7c/s320/DSC02931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267475829801444066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnVWf9HVqI/AAAAAAAAAs8/s_KElCcErjY/s1600-h/DSC02930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnVWf9HVqI/AAAAAAAAAs8/s_KElCcErjY/s320/DSC02930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267475821698176674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnVWPuK92I/AAAAAAAAAs0/sj92X2lpW_4/s1600-h/DSC02928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnVWPuK92I/AAAAAAAAAs0/sj92X2lpW_4/s320/DSC02928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267475817340532578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF IT DONE WITH A PEN CAN?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; here's a very tourist-y pic we took in Jap class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnSn0z6wOI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1E9Bwj3yEE8/s1600-h/DSC02932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnSn0z6wOI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1E9Bwj3yEE8/s320/DSC02932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267472820819640546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was fun while it lasted (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Gawd, I really don't know whats up with people using 'anonymous' &amp; posting retarded comments. Like hello, I can like, always press 'delete comment' you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2684177642256918416?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2684177642256918416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2684177642256918416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2684177642256918416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2684177642256918416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRnSokK2TDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/WCBlW8PXlMs/s72-c/DSC02917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-5092994901308502373</id><published>2008-11-11T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:59:11.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALEHLOOYAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color= #F52887&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I AM FINALLY DONE WITH MY A1 SIZED DRAWING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I was supposed to complete within 4 days but I did it within like, 1 night?! Last min work, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp; recently, due to my VERY rushed timing &amp; all, since i sleep late, wake up late, thus equals late for sch etc etc, I have been eating this thing for the past 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; IT IS VERY VERY DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arnotts.com/downloads/products/product_timtam_dc16_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM TAM!!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 layers of biscuit with a choc cream filling and then COATED WITH LUSCIOUS CHOCOLATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've already tried the original one, and the dark chocolate one and I love it. In fact, I just ate 2 of them after my A1 drawing marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, 1 piece of the delicious biscuit is 40 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Joan was talking to me on the phone just now and explaining how Australia prolly has a gigantic varitety of Timtams for you to choose from. I went to it's official website to check and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ITS TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Tam Original &lt;br /&gt;Tim Tam Chewy Caramel&lt;br /&gt;Tim Tam Double Coat&lt;br /&gt;Tim Tam Dark&lt;br /&gt;Tim Tam Love Potions Double Chocolate and Raspberry&lt;br /&gt;Tim Tam Love Potions Chocolate Mud&lt;br /&gt;Tim Tam Love Potions Sticky Vanilla Toffee&lt;br /&gt;Tim Tam Latte&lt;br /&gt;Tim Tam Balls??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA TRY THEM ALL, especially the chocolate mud one as the packaging of it looks like there's choc sauce of smt in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arnotts.com/downloads/products/product_TTam%20LP%203D%20Choc%20Mud_2a42_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully S'pore brings that in soon!! )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-5092994901308502373?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5092994901308502373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=5092994901308502373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5092994901308502373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5092994901308502373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/halehlooyah.html' title='HALEHLOOYAH!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-37887329706777485</id><published>2008-11-09T14:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:51:17.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRaFF5G3OyI/AAAAAAAAAsE/LHLXFiVvLXk/s1600-h/Photo+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRaFF5G3OyI/AAAAAAAAAsE/LHLXFiVvLXk/s320/Photo+174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266543150531820322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby &amp;amp; i have been on kind of a rough patch these few days, but the good thing about it is that it's kind of brought us closer &amp;amp; everything's great now (: Plus he kind of made it up to me by coming down to my workplace to spend time with me and all, and taking care of me when I had massive cramps ytd night ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what's more, i have awesome friends like Abby, Joan, Eileen etc etc to be there for me when I need them to make life even sweeter! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a week back, baby made me the best pasta I've ever eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRaFFmDymXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/4npZvAkzwf0/s1600-h/DSC02848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRaFFmDymXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/4npZvAkzwf0/s320/DSC02848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266543145418660210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why its black, its cos its squid ink pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of random stuff this week too, like go to Kbox with Abby &amp; Eileen, Homeclub etc etc etc, &amp; also not including the massive amount of school work I have to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I have to complete an A1 sized black&amp;white drawing by TUESDAY, and memorize an entire script for my Japanese lesson also on Tuesday, as well as read up on Jap for my listening compre!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to add to my collection of jewellery, baby bought me this yesterday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRaFFy62V-I/AAAAAAAAAr8/tjSlicoRpNY/s1600-h/DSC02883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRaFFy62V-I/AAAAAAAAAr8/tjSlicoRpNY/s320/DSC02883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266543148870817762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose gold Agnes B necklace I have been eyeing on for i don't know how long. &amp; he kind of surprised me with it, which was really sweet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I NEED TO GET BACK TO MY SKETCHING NOW. A1 DRAWING TO BE SUBMITTED IN 2 DAYS PLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;Should I get these shoes?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/gojane_2028_364282394"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the caged heel thing plus it looks fierce, BUT, I'm a little too tall for heels? ): I'm 1.64ish &amp; the heels are 5 inches tall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-37887329706777485?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/37887329706777485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=37887329706777485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/37887329706777485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/37887329706777485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_09.html' title='(:'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRaFF5G3OyI/AAAAAAAAAsE/LHLXFiVvLXk/s72-c/Photo+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2420158579838633992</id><published>2008-11-07T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:42:14.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>Maybe, just MAYBE, if i didn't love you, do you think you'd care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I don't think you would either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2420158579838633992?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2420158579838633992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2420158579838633992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2420158579838633992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2420158579838633992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6164260683727783632</id><published>2008-11-06T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:58:32.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: DD</title><content type='html'>:DD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed my layout &amp;amp; I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so it does look kinda Juicy inspired, but well, it's &lt;font color=#F6358A&gt;pink&lt;/font&gt; &amp;amp; i love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Juicy, I found this on Nordstrom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRHQDGiuvwI/AAAAAAAAArs/mzG8h2uXCWk/s1600-h/juicy+monopoly+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRHQDGiuvwI/AAAAAAAAArs/mzG8h2uXCWk/s320/juicy+monopoly+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265218191087288066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRHQC9CXTVI/AAAAAAAAArk/GaZIVHMVlus/s1600-h/juicy+monopoly+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRHQC9CXTVI/AAAAAAAAArk/GaZIVHMVlus/s320/juicy+monopoly+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265218188535614802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRHQCr71HmI/AAAAAAAAArc/XUYEeN9oYIU/s1600-h/juicy+monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRHQCr71HmI/AAAAAAAAArc/XUYEeN9oYIU/s320/juicy+monopoly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265218183944805986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you pay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;USD$58&lt;/span&gt; on a  Juicy Couture board game? Would you even PLAY it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school has been a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Drawing Essentials which I am doing badly because I can't draw for nutz, and Japanese, which I am doing badly too. Plus classes now are like, from 3pm to 9pm???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next block )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6164260683727783632?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6164260683727783632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6164260683727783632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6164260683727783632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6164260683727783632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/dd.html' title=': DD'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SRHQDGiuvwI/AAAAAAAAArs/mzG8h2uXCWk/s72-c/juicy+monopoly+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6535874060393453489</id><published>2008-11-05T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:38:28.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 pounds in 21 days</title><content type='html'>I watched tv just now, &amp; interestingly, tv showed this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mvdietdetox.com/images/21Pounds_COVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it did not show everything in this book, but apparently, its guaranteed that you lose 21 pounds in 21 days. Sounds too good to be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just basically a liquid diet of blended fruits and veggies, light activities, &amp; relaxation. &amp; what does all this do? It detoxes your body of impurities and you lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like trying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side effects are crankiness for the first few days, and after that, they swear that you won't get hungry and turn to blended fruits and veggies for all your meals. Maybe I should try it, and blog about my experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could try the raw food diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://jasonshields.org/yahoo_site_admin1/assets/images/raw_food.232100514_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is, just eat raw foods. For your entire life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6535874060393453489?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6535874060393453489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6535874060393453489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6535874060393453489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6535874060393453489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/21-pounds-in-21-days.html' title='21 pounds in 21 days'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4109988286432502084</id><published>2008-10-31T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T03:14:55.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gawd</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://monochromeluxe.livejournal.com/"&gt;MONOCHROMELUXE.LIVEJOURNAL.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody out there know whether the stuff from this site are real luxury goods, fakes, factory rejects or 2nd hand goods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if you have bought from that site before, were your stuff worth the money? Cos honestly, $200 odd for a Chanel bag (if it's factory reject) is pretty reasonable. Perhaps TOO reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, is buying a factory reject equivalent to a fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt; OMG I THINK THEYRE FAKES! Cos I just compared an LV bag they have to a genuine one that i have, and it's drawstring looks totally different!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... or is that part of the bag the reason why it is a factory reject? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4109988286432502084?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4109988286432502084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4109988286432502084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4109988286432502084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4109988286432502084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-gawd.html' title='oh my gawd'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6183903909099136189</id><published>2008-10-29T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:07:39.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday abby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SQhQgw02mGI/AAAAAAAAArU/nIimySP6JgA/s1600-h/DSC01512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SQhQgw02mGI/AAAAAAAAArU/nIimySP6JgA/s320/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262544688375044194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SQhQgnWPc5I/AAAAAAAAArM/4EE0tQLXgXc/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SQhQgnWPc5I/AAAAAAAAArM/4EE0tQLXgXc/s320/DSC01744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262544685830730642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH ABIGAIL OW (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you liked your birthday present / birthday surprises / birthday in general today! It's been an awesome ride with you the past many months since I moved to Bishan and I'm so glad that I'm great friends with you now, you know, despite the fact that we used to dislike each other so much in secondary school :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anywhos, you've been a wonderful friend so far, and I love you to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck for your Os and study hard! (:&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/2004426263853198798-6183903909099136189?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6183903909099136189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6183903909099136189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6183903909099136189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6183903909099136189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-abby.html' title='happy birthday abby!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SQhQgw02mGI/AAAAAAAAArU/nIimySP6JgA/s72-c/DSC01512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-5103125270951195687</id><published>2008-10-28T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:07:22.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boats and birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SQarvDwrGCI/AAAAAAAAArE/fD7s46htuIU/s1600-h/Photo+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SQarvDwrGCI/AAAAAAAAArE/fD7s46htuIU/s320/Photo+181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262082039580661794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can hide underneath me and come out at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I turn jet black and you show off your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can sky rocket away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And never come back if you find another galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far from here, with more room to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just leave me your stardust to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you'll be my boat, I'll be your sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depth of pure blue to proke curiosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ebbing and flowing, and pushed by a breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to make you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to make you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you can set sail to the west if you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pass the horizon 'til I can't even see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far from here, where the beaches are wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just leave me your wake to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can hide underneath me and come out at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I turn jet black and you show off your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live to let you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can sky rocket away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And never come back if you find another galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far from here, with more room to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just leave me your stardust to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stardust to remember you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-5103125270951195687?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5103125270951195687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=5103125270951195687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5103125270951195687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5103125270951195687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/boats-and-birds.html' title='boats and birds'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SQarvDwrGCI/AAAAAAAAArE/fD7s46htuIU/s72-c/Photo+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2153866891066796620</id><published>2008-10-28T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:13:36.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/2034791"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/2034791/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG GO DO GO DO!!! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2153866891066796620?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2153866891066796620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2153866891066796620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2153866891066796620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2153866891066796620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-7731381423840341581</id><published>2008-10-22T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:13:57.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah</title><content type='html'>School has started.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;  I swear my GPA is gonna be more than 3 this time round!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-7731381423840341581?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7731381423840341581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=7731381423840341581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7731381423840341581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7731381423840341581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/gah.html' title='gah'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2505490276660183595</id><published>2008-10-14T03:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:14:12.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>I've been back from Guangzhou for 2 days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to GZ was alright. Shiai was great company, &amp;amp; there was an okay amount of shopping though I had to spend some time searching, but the downsides were that the trip was kind of expensive for a China trip and that the food was waaaaaaay to oily for me to appreciate :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2505490276660183595?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2505490276660183595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2505490276660183595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2505490276660183595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2505490276660183595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2574771331531755090</id><published>2008-10-06T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:10:23.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>travel!!</title><content type='html'>Kay so I won't be blogging for the next one week or so cos I'll be overseas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited cos not only am I just going with my mum, but I'll be with Shi'ai too. Hopefully she takes me to all these great shopping spots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be flying off in about 7 hours &amp; I still haven't really finished packing? Need to travel light for all the immense shopping I'm gonna do! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm kinda worried for my hamster though. I think it'll do fine if i just pour in a hell lot of food? Cos I doubt it'll die from overeating... right???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2574771331531755090?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2574771331531755090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2574771331531755090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2574771331531755090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2574771331531755090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/travel.html' title='travel!!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6742284858777512569</id><published>2008-10-03T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:42:23.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moneeeeeeyyyy</title><content type='html'>I am going to sound so much like my mother, but this is the way it has to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be more calculative with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September I hit a new low. I was left with $30 in my bank account. This has never happened before. &amp; I am VERY sure it's due to all those sprees, or impulse buys or food or whatever, but the fact was that, this has never happened before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just 10 mins ago, I was cleaning my room, &amp; also, clearing my wallets of reciepts. Guess what I found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receipts from shopping, food, expenditure, whatever you name it. &amp; some of them wasn't even spent by me. I don't think anyone would leave receipts in my wallet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked through, &amp; those that were not spent by me, were actually money which my friends borrowed from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; not only that, I'm pretty sure I lent people cash too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the bad thing? I forgot who I lent to, how much I lent, how many people actually paid me, or whether I even lent the cash from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But judging from receipts, I'm pretty sure they borrowed even though I can't prove if anyone has borrowed cash from me. &amp; I'm pretty sure if they read this, they won't even know who they are or how much they owe since I myself don't even remember unless looking at past receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not lending money to anyone ever again. I think I'll try this for a month &amp; see if i still hit $30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6742284858777512569?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6742284858777512569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6742284858777512569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6742284858777512569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6742284858777512569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/moneeeeeeyyyy.html' title='moneeeeeeyyyy'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-3196020201743751454</id><published>2008-10-03T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:59:02.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past few days</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK HAS GERALEINE BEEN UP TO?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5o1XcsYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0tegG7k9pYA/s1600-h/DSC02597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5o1XcsYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0tegG7k9pYA/s320/DSC02597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252597545336353154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. She plays with her (very fat) hamster. It has no name yet, any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5pQLNK3I/AAAAAAAAAqE/b5yIFJ2KNW4/s1600-h/DSC02631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5pQLNK3I/AAAAAAAAAqE/b5yIFJ2KNW4/s320/DSC02631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252597552532761458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5ph_JEYI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UXqKOrHNfJA/s1600-h/DSC02666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5ph_JEYI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UXqKOrHNfJA/s320/DSC02666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252597557313999234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5pk9hyHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/a_OZZYvpp_s/s1600-h/DSC02645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5pk9hyHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/a_OZZYvpp_s/s320/DSC02645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252597558112536690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5pxZ9x3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/Mjyhj2svuEU/s1600-h/DSC02656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5pxZ9x3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/Mjyhj2svuEU/s320/DSC02656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252597561453037426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. She went for the F1 cos her dad had a free ticket for her. Saturday to be exact. She didn't like it so she left halfway, whereas her dad actually paid the full amount and stayed there to watch cars zoom by while smelling the burning rubber and tahan-ing the super deafening noise of the cars. Damn loud that they actually had to wear earplugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he was actually wearing one of those red Ferrari shirts. Super enthu hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT7AINAp_I/AAAAAAAAAqk/DaA7J7w9sEU/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT7AINAp_I/AAAAAAAAAqk/DaA7J7w9sEU/s320/DSC02674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252599045041465330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT7AasIIAI/AAAAAAAAAqs/WRIuc1WHkm8/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT7AasIIAI/AAAAAAAAAqs/WRIuc1WHkm8/s320/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252599050003816450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT7AWAH-HI/AAAAAAAAAq0/kqI4hc0T8RY/s1600-h/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT7AWAH-HI/AAAAAAAAAq0/kqI4hc0T8RY/s320/DSC02622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252599048745515122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. She has been wasting Polaroid film, which now costs like, $2.60 per piece. Her boyfriend has been nice by taking pictures of her, and she is really hoping (AKA PRAYING HER ASS OFF) that Polaroid will change their mind &amp; not shut down or or or at least start up their company again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT7AkSiKQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/k3zm2CZg4zw/s1600-h/DSC02704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT7AkSiKQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/k3zm2CZg4zw/s320/DSC02704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252599052580825346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Her boyfriend was such a sweetheart cos while she was sleeping / crying over her GPA (very horrible don't ask please), he came by &amp; woke her up with a freaking huge sunflower!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I BLOGGING IN THIRD PERSON???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-3196020201743751454?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3196020201743751454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=3196020201743751454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3196020201743751454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3196020201743751454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-few-days.html' title='the past few days'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SOT5o1XcsYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0tegG7k9pYA/s72-c/DSC02597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-7355710812873991914</id><published>2008-09-26T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:04:31.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>Sometimes (actually most of the time), I wished my body looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/77942511.jpg?v=1&amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;k=2&amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1936ED6F4FE2F3F40DC4BEF70702EB7D473"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toned, slender, and so hot that you could bake cookies off it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-7355710812873991914?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7355710812873991914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=7355710812873991914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7355710812873991914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7355710812873991914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-579169907833328913</id><published>2008-09-24T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:35:17.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah lao</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, I think this has been old news since Mag only told me bout this like, 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://love-culture.livejournal.com/"&gt;LOVE-CULTURE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently its some scam site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stuff she "sells" is damn tempting hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I recently only found out that this was a scam, and as it turns out, quite alot of people already know, so I'm just slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the funny thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scammer scams people by "selling" those items to people, and the money transferred goes to these 2 girls whom she doesn't like. In other words, she wants to frame those 2 girls cos the items never get delivered out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is damn stupid. &amp; immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, please. I seriously laughed when I found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funnier thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She hates those 2 girls, just simply because they've got NICE CLOTHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-579169907833328913?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/579169907833328913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=579169907833328913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/579169907833328913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/579169907833328913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/wah-lao.html' title='wah lao'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4185562051663001681</id><published>2008-09-21T03:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T04:12:34.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baboosh!</title><content type='html'>I have had a stressful, fun, terrifying, heartbreaking, and surprisingly awesome day yesterday (or rather, Friday 19th Sept) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stressful:&lt;/span&gt; I had to hand up my FINAL assignment. It wasn't exactly the best piece I've produced, and I could have done better, &amp; my fabrics were giving me a hard time &amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fun:&lt;/span&gt; After submitting the bloody assignment, went to go drink at a supposed PUBLIC place with Eileen, Abby, Small Aaron, Big Aaron, Ashton + Alex. Yes all As other than me &amp; Eileen. Quite fun ah, actually. Until.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Terrifying:&lt;/span&gt; The supposed PUBLIC place was a RESIDENTIAL area. Oh nothing much happened, only THREE police cars came down to interrogate us for 2 plus hours lor!!!!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heartbreaking:&lt;/span&gt; Boyfriend got angry with me due to petty quarrels the whole day, &amp; cos I didn't tell him where I was &amp; made him worry like fuck. I kept complaining on &amp; on, &amp; I guess I didn't care about how he felt. &amp; when he told me how much I meant to him..... I think it was probably the best thing anyone could have ever told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awesome:&lt;/span&gt; Things went well. &amp; the funny thing is, after that one quarrel, I think I know my boyfriend better and he definately knows me better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for today, I went to work. Boyfriend was such a sweetheart, he came down and spent almost the whole day with me while I was working, bought me food, talked to me etc etc (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which after work, we went for a drink with Gabriel and... ohmygod can't rmb his name but he stays in Bishan too. But well, we talked and it was quite intellectual stuff hor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then boyfriend &amp; I went to Cathay where we watched MAMMA MIA!, which was a GREAAAAAAT movie, especially with all those ABBA songs which really puts you into the whole mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go down to some Arts Flea Market thing tmr at Dempsey Hill, hope it's gonna be good! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SNVWs3VOGtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/WFh0wFM8Cfs/s1600-h/DSC02606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SNVWs3VOGtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/WFh0wFM8Cfs/s320/DSC02606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248196269537368786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;ily&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4185562051663001681?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4185562051663001681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4185562051663001681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4185562051663001681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4185562051663001681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/baboosh.html' title='baboosh!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SNVWs3VOGtI/AAAAAAAAAp0/WFh0wFM8Cfs/s72-c/DSC02606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2177525367525338065</id><published>2008-09-17T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:04:01.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lookbook</title><content type='html'>THE WHOLE BLOODY WORLD IS USING LOOKBOOK NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2177525367525338065?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2177525367525338065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2177525367525338065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2177525367525338065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2177525367525338065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/lookbook.html' title='lookbook'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-5870438276373868323</id><published>2008-09-17T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:56:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loved!</title><content type='html'>I feel loved (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was kind of a shitty day, but my boyfriend kind of made everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in school rushing up on my bloody fabric assignments (which omg, i so have to go finish up my report after this post!), and then, due to the massive amount of time spent on it, I didn't eat, and I was having some weird sore throat thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda got worse once I reached home cos I ate the first thing I could find: pork chop. DEEP FRIED pork chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost became mute after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boyfriend was such a sweetheart. He bought me this gigantic bottle of Evian (1.5 litres somemore), and got me Campbell's soup, because my throat was so horrible, I didn't wanna chew no shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, tonight was nights out and he could have been spending time with his friends and not me, which kinda makes me feel really loved cos at least he's there for me when I need him, or at least tries his very best to (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yesterday was our first month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE GOT ME A FUCKING HAMSTER :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's really small, cute, furry and white! No idea what to name it though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to make things even better, he took leave / off day /  whatever from army to spend time with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-5870438276373868323?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5870438276373868323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=5870438276373868323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5870438276373868323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5870438276373868323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/loved.html' title='loved!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-5640978170616428572</id><published>2008-09-16T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T03:10:50.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>I got my leather jacket (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my F21 spree got cancelled, so I bought a Dorothy Perkins leather jacket!! (: cost me only about $89 after using my voucher from the fashionforward card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quilted &amp; reaaaaaally pretty, but guess what I just saw on F21:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/52719730-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USD $32.80&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think F21 is great sometimes. &amp; some other times, I just hate it. Like, sometimes they really literally rip off designs and the quality is just not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, how much quality do you expect out of a $30 dress anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite tempted to get this from F21 as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/53779336-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/51139222-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHA, ABBY JUST SHOWED ME THIS ON F21!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/53934910-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-5640978170616428572?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5640978170616428572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=5640978170616428572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5640978170616428572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5640978170616428572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_16.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4940208623340852917</id><published>2008-09-14T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:19:37.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a boy girl thing!</title><content type='html'>So for the past 2 days, I went drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was with the As (mainly Abby, Alex, Aaron, Ashton and Adam). Sorry lah, my name doesn't start with A lor ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday, I celebrated&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Zhong Qiu Jie&lt;/span&gt; with my work friends (carina, shermin, joy), zhiguo, &amp;amp; gabriel. It was kinda fun, playing with lanterns &amp;amp; all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm at Laila's (aka Shi'ai) place, &amp;amp; we were supposed to spend it with Kim &amp;amp; Joan too, but they pang seh us. So we watched....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.exfilm.net/uploads/posts/1170783296_226d88547103cm8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH WAS A REALLY GOOD (but somehow predictable ending) SHOW. Apparently Elton John co-produced it or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead actor really reminded me of Zac Efron?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.inthenews.co.uk/photo/photo-x-$13953$180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/2294954037_56e456c84a.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still can't tell the difference, the second picture is Zac Efron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Shi'Ai just told me this. The actor in&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; It's a Boy Girl Thing &lt;/span&gt;is Kevin Zegers, also the CK in2u fragrance model!!! &amp; I have that perfume too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://logo.blogs.com/new_now_next/images/blogonly_ckin2u.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwah. HOTTTTTTTT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4940208623340852917?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4940208623340852917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4940208623340852917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4940208623340852917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4940208623340852917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-boy-girl-thing.html' title='its a boy girl thing!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4872632106923583676</id><published>2008-09-11T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:13:55.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzzzzzzzzy</title><content type='html'>So, I just watched yet another episode of Gossip Girl (no i have not watched season 2 yet cos I'm not even done with season 1 D:), &amp; I dunno, everytime I watch certain episodes of it, I JUST CAN'T SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's so addictive that i just wanna watch more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the episode I watched today just filled me up with this MASSIVE big ball of fuzzy warm feeling, so I really can't get to sleep feeling so... fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I had a mini best friend (&amp; one extra Linus aka Abby's boyfriend) gathering with Abby &amp; Eileen at my place where we basically talked, &amp; uh, did other things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of today's episode of gossip girl is making me miss my boyfriend even more! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4872632106923583676?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4872632106923583676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4872632106923583676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4872632106923583676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4872632106923583676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuzzzzzzzzzy.html' title='fuzzzzzzzzzy'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-53173294480888951</id><published>2008-09-09T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:12:04.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SMafJVdC76I/AAAAAAAAAps/jf1YEpeztfM/s1600-h/Photo+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SMafJVdC76I/AAAAAAAAAps/jf1YEpeztfM/s320/Photo+152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244053798846132130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;An intense feeling of deep affection&lt;/span&gt;", was the first sentence that popped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know what is love very well, &amp; I may have been in love probably what, 2 or 3 times in my entire life, &amp; I may not even know what love really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't love him, then what is it that I'm feeling? Its been a really long time since i've felt such an immense rush of emotions when I'm with someone, much less someone whom I've only been in a relationship for less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be infatuation, it might not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it were, I won't even be ashamed to say that I'm infatuated with him &amp; that I'm hooked onto everything he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might not be good looking like say, Alex Gaskarth, and his hair isn't perfect, and his clothes often crease and crinkle, and he might not smell like a floral garden all the time, but, who cares?! It's those things that are not perfect about him, that somehow makes him perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That somehow makes him have character, that somehow makes him, HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I think I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me quite some time to realize that you know what? You can never, ever find the perfect guy with the perfect hair, and the perfect clothes and the perfect smile. It just doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is such a thing as the right guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-53173294480888951?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/53173294480888951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=53173294480888951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/53173294480888951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/53173294480888951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SMafJVdC76I/AAAAAAAAAps/jf1YEpeztfM/s72-c/Photo+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-741941206812134086</id><published>2008-09-07T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:57:11.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SELLING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/12001109/thumbs/2/321/tn4_2493007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/12001109/thumbs/2/321/tn4_2493006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$28 mailed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it from a spree, mail me at gyapwl@hotmail.com&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SOLD (&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-741941206812134086?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/741941206812134086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=741941206812134086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/741941206812134086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/741941206812134086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoes.html' title='shoes'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-5581141459489776713</id><published>2008-09-02T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:59:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I LOVE FOREVER21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S A KNOCK OFF BRAND &amp; THAT MANY DESIGNERS ARE GOING BROKE BECAUSE OF F21 (ok, so i care like, a teensy bit), BUT COME ON, THEY GAVE ME THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/52752238-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST AT THE RIGHT TIME WHERE I WAS LOOKING FOR ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE CHEAP SHIT PRICE OF... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;USD34.80&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered it straightaway, even though the pockets are a little disgusting. I'm considering like, changing the ugly cheap buttons when I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I ordered a red berret too. Hats are kind of my current obsession. Other than black leather (leggings! bags! THAT jacket!), and tastefully ripped light washed denim shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I loving vintage so much less than I used to? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ps:&lt;/span&gt; Baybeats was great. Boys Like Girls was better ((: &amp; i went for both so, yeah. Plus this is gonna sound so bimbo, but me &amp; kim caught a drumstick the drummer threw!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-5581141459489776713?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5581141459489776713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=5581141459489776713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5581141459489776713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5581141459489776713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2996911923513992758</id><published>2008-08-29T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:00:52.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying</title><content type='html'>Still hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/34459/34459_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Owens Leather bomber jacket&lt;br /&gt;Price tag for this is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;£937.96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/35771/35771_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine leather biker jacket&lt;br /&gt;Price tag for this is a beautiful &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;£2,080.81&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/30093/30093_in_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike &amp; Chris Nolan leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;Price tag for this is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;£610.12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/12/_5692812.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juicy Couture Leather Motorcycle Jacket&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care that it's for guys, I think it's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Price tag for this is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;USD$798.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/19/_5652839.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smythe Leather Bomber Jacket&lt;br /&gt;Price tag for this is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;USD$956.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/2/_5622242.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS by Marciano Leather Motorcycle Jacket&lt;br /&gt;The most affordable one so far!&lt;br /&gt;price tag for this is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;USD$348.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so overdose on black leather biker jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; check out the price tags. DOES THIS NOT GIVE ME ANY OTHER REASON TO SUCCUMB TO RIPOFFS LIKE F21!? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; please if you know where to get a nice leather jacket in black, not too thick considering that Singapore is hot &amp; sunny, &amp; preferably with an asymmetrical zipper &amp; not too many pockets &amp; such (am i being too fussy here?!), tell me &amp; i will love you 'fo life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2996911923513992758?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2996911923513992758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2996911923513992758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2996911923513992758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2996911923513992758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/dying.html' title='dying'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-7796713510547831193</id><published>2008-08-26T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:22:14.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fwah. 100th post.</title><content type='html'>So this is my 100th post. (YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; also the 10th day together with my boyfriend. (Bigger YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blogging on my own computer, so I don't have any pictures to load up :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm gonna make this post short &amp; sweet. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 days; so 10 reasons why I love my boyfriend!! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;/strong&gt;He's willing to take the time from freaking Harbourfront to come to Bishan just to pick me up from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; He's always willing to pay whenever he has the ability to, even though he doesn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; He calls me up like, 4 times a day just to check up on me. &amp; usually I'd find it annoying, but surprisingly, I don't! In fact, I quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever he stays over, he force feeds me water &amp; other healthy shit that's good for me. So, I guess I love the fact that he cares for me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Whenever I'm having my horrible &amp; unreasonable mood swings, he doesn't get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Even when I ignore him sometimes cos I suck at multi-tasking, he doesn't get angry either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; He laughs at my cold (&amp; very lame) jokes most of the time, just to entertain me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; He bothers to remember what I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; He doesn't care that I smoke (prolly cos he does too), or that I'm fat, or that I'm not the best looking girl around etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Because he loves me, &amp; shows it &amp; every single way possible (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; regarding my earlier post about him &amp; her. Well, things have cleared up between me &amp; him, so I guess it's good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for her, she's so oblivious about it that I think even if I were to write it here, she wouldn't even see it. I'm definately not taking the first step into apologizing or even gonna bother about it because, well, I don't think I'm wrong.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm wondering is, does she feel the same way as I do too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-7796713510547831193?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7796713510547831193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=7796713510547831193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7796713510547831193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7796713510547831193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/fwah-100th-post.html' title='fwah. 100th post.'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-3538270556649502189</id><published>2008-08-24T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:12:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Oh &amp; I also changed my hairstyle recently. You gotta look REAAAAALLY closely for a difference though -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SLA2iCp01GI/AAAAAAAAAho/vl9UNUOkJOM/s1600-h/Photo+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SLA2iCp01GI/AAAAAAAAAho/vl9UNUOkJOM/s320/Photo+144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746325087638626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SLA2iSER-GI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bzym8L6QKf4/s1600-h/Photo+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SLA2iSER-GI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bzym8L6QKf4/s320/Photo+147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746329225132130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SLA2iSHqZlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-Rn1n7grcio/s1600-h/Photo+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SLA2iSHqZlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-Rn1n7grcio/s320/Photo+148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746329239316050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still too blind to see, I changed the cut (it is shorter now), and it's much fuller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-3538270556649502189?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3538270556649502189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=3538270556649502189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3538270556649502189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3538270556649502189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SLA2iCp01GI/AAAAAAAAAho/vl9UNUOkJOM/s72-c/Photo+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-1376128444869655360</id><published>2008-08-23T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:03:08.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days &amp; 7 nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Seven days and seven nights of thunder;&lt;br /&gt;the water's rising and I'm slipping under.&lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with the Eighth World Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I'm just falling&lt;br /&gt;deeper into something I've never known.&lt;br /&gt;But the way that I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;makes me realize that it can't be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Your love's like a summer rain.&lt;br /&gt;Washing my doubts away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th of August will be my mum's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really got anything planned out for her on Monday, but i'm gonna make her a meal fo' shure tmr, considering that I don't cook AT ALL, &amp; I'm willing to make a meal for her (: but yeah, just kinda worried that my cooking will suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my boyfriend today, &amp; well, I guess I'm beginning to appreciate him more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, not that I'm very proud to say this, but I'm the sort that if you treat me SUPER nice in the long run, I take it for granted. &amp; so far, as wonderful as he has treated me, I still appreciate every small detail he does, right to the point where such a small matter like buying me coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that today he must've spent a hell lot on me cos he paid for all my meals (inclusive of Crystal Jade dinner :/), Starbucks coffee, &amp; some more he bought my mum 4 cakes from Canele for her birthday, &amp; Canele is not exactly cheap. Like, $2.50 for a fucking macaron, which he bought me like, 6?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda feel bad. Gonna pay for him the next time we go out then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm maturing. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I've got ANOTHER MAJOR ISSUE TO BLOG ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly about friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people in particular though, who have NO LINK to each other, but just so that both of their friendships kinda turned sour with me on the same day aka yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were friends, kinda almost became more than friends until well, I rejected him? &amp; now, I THINK, i repeat, I THINK he's just being sour about it. Like, come on. I think these kinda things take two hands to clap. Yes, it's my fault for ruining the friendship by rejecting you, but it's YOUR FAULT for being so sour about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that talk about "lets still stay friends". Talk is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that he's being sour about it because he's fucking cold now, &amp; he blames me for being cold. Yes, I know that it will take time for the eventual awkwardness to disappear, but at least I'm making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel comfortable about blogging it, because well, she's quite close to me &amp; I don't want her to view this as a "I have to read your blog to know what's wrong with our friendship" kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can say is, she probably knows it, &amp; maybe it was my fault too cos well, I don't exactly have a lot of time on my hands you know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if this friendship turns out fake all along, I guess I'd just:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Call myself stupid&lt;br /&gt;2. Say she has put on a fucking good show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, these kinda things take two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah whatever. I wanna go sleep lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-1376128444869655360?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1376128444869655360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=1376128444869655360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1376128444869655360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1376128444869655360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/7-days-7-nights.html' title='7 days &amp; 7 nights'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-5209806000093780372</id><published>2008-08-21T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:39:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/1/15111/39_2007/designer-sidekicks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIO BO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like the Justin Giunta for Subversive one, even though I have no clue who he / she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Betsey Johnson one ain't bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; all the phones are Sidekicks by the way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT MY OWN SIDEKICK TOO!! DDD:&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/2004426263853198798-5209806000093780372?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5209806000093780372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=5209806000093780372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5209806000093780372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5209806000093780372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6774201017462548302</id><published>2008-08-20T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:29:41.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked up!!</title><content type='html'>WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TRIED DOWNLOADING ADOBE BFREE TRIAL FOR MY MAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY, I HAVE MORE ADOBE SHIT INB MY COM &amp; GUESS WHAT? I CAN'T USE MY ADOBE FREE TRIAL SHIT &amp; I HAVE TO HAND UP AN ASSIGNMENT TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SCREWED BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. worst come to worst, I go sch early tmr &amp; do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c125/jumpingaround/supplier/Top21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHERE TO GET &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THOSE SHORTS&lt;/span&gt;?!!??!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6774201017462548302?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6774201017462548302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6774201017462548302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6774201017462548302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6774201017462548302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/fucked-up.html' title='fucked up!!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c125/jumpingaround/supplier/th_Top21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-7281042607130570170</id><published>2008-08-17T03:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:12:09.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SKclv5rGPNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/h9weHLZ9ozo/s1600-h/Photo+89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SKclv5rGPNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/h9weHLZ9ozo/s320/Photo+89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235194596707155154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;: As for last night, omg, thank you so much to ABBY &amp; NICHOLAS, I owe you guys one (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-7281042607130570170?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7281042607130570170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=7281042607130570170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7281042607130570170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7281042607130570170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/ily.html' title='ily'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SKclv5rGPNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/h9weHLZ9ozo/s72-c/Photo+89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-515937007077282334</id><published>2008-08-12T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:57:46.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah lao</title><content type='html'>Wanna know something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really great to have cash, &amp; to spend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in my earlier post today, i said i wanted to save? It was cos i have $XXX amount of cash in my bank &amp; I wanted to accumulate enough for higher end goods (YAY NO MORE RETARDED PENIN JEANS SIOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so, I checked my bank today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money still there. I got tempted. VERY FUCKING TEMPTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit TOO tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT ONLINE &amp; BLEW $80 ON SPREES :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it kinda makes me happy actually. CAN'T WAIT FOR MY STUFF TO ARRIVE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, I'll start saving up tomorrow lah hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;: I'm having MAJOR anger issues right now because my crash diet is making me agitated. But you know, like that one contestant in Project Runway said, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I believe that for fashion, you have to make sacrifices&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PPS&lt;/span&gt;: I'm dieting to fit into a pair of jeans &amp; look GREAT in it by the way. Please don't call me stupid regarding this issue thankyewveryverythemuch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-515937007077282334?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/515937007077282334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=515937007077282334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/515937007077282334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/515937007077282334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/wah-lao.html' title='wah lao'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-3032972825568028467</id><published>2008-08-12T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:34:21.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cash flowwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WANT NEW JEANS D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of been looking for a good pair for a while now, &amp; I saw a nice pair yesterday at NotFound (spelling right not?), but they don't have it in my size. So, the next option is probably scouting for one online right? Which is what I did today cos I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of eyeing for a pair of dark wash ones, just not black. Maybe something like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=19827"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Acne Jeans Jeans, Hex DC indigo skinny leg jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=950764"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cheap Monday? Even though the whole world has them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I decided to look more &amp; i found these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=1141372"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ZEBRA PRINT! I WANT!!!!!!! I think I can find these on hottopic.com lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=770567"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want this too! Even though it looks a bit old school jail uniform-ish :&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; also, I'm on the hunt for a nice biker jacket! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously cannot find any nice yet detailed ones anywhere, unless you're willing to pay for a certain D&amp;G one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=2076491"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dolce &amp; Gabbana leather biker jacket. Don't know the price, don't really wanna know either :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=1321012"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nudie Sid Biker jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm going to Guangzhou soon, hopefully they sell them there, considering that Guangzhou has 4 seasons, so there's bound to be jackets everywhere? HOPEFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I shall be like Joan &amp; Kim, &amp; try saving money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-3032972825568028467?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3032972825568028467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=3032972825568028467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3032972825568028467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3032972825568028467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/cash-flowwww.html' title='cash flowwww'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-7818761354389272961</id><published>2008-08-09T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:20:52.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messy</title><content type='html'>I REALLY HATE WHATS GOING ON NOW.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn dulan plz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like a mixture of guilt &amp;amp; confusion, but you know, I'm just gonna fuck it &amp;amp; shop online more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but spending money on clothes, shoes, bags, whatever not, always makes me a tad happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like that day, me &amp;amp; Joan went thrift shopping (YES I KNOW, AGAIN D:), &amp;amp; I got a pair of light washed jeans which I'm cutting it short to make them into high waisted shorts, a sallyjane looking dress, &amp;amp; a nice beaded bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care, I'm shopping again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH &amp;amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; ALSO, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY JOAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-7818761354389272961?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7818761354389272961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=7818761354389272961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7818761354389272961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7818761354389272961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/messy.html' title='messy'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2980852243552403073</id><published>2008-08-06T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:25:44.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGFEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SINGFEST WAS AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more bout it when I'm less tired. Hehe :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2980852243552403073?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2980852243552403073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2980852243552403073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2980852243552403073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2980852243552403073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/singfest.html' title='SINGFEST'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-7515598374578898962</id><published>2008-07-30T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:27:07.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aveil, i really miss you</title><content type='html'>Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like that new Miley Cyrus song, 7 Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so Disney &amp; bubblegum pop but you know, some people just don't grow up. Besides, I've always loved Disney, but Miley Cyrus, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it reminded me of someone whom I bumped into today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awkward, but the same butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss him, &amp; I guess I should have said it, but I doubt it'll mean anything to him. I mean, I do want to wait for him, but no one supports that of me, plus you know, I'm scared that he will just go, "Oh but I just don't feel the same" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'LL LET YOU IN ON A SECRET:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RjDynfoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gOZ0sdOwKQM/s1600-h/Photo+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RjDynfoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gOZ0sdOwKQM/s320/Photo+173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228487355155316354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RjA07e6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/HhJj1HqaAsk/s1600-h/Photo+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RjA07e6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/HhJj1HqaAsk/s320/Photo+177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228487354359708578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RjXePofI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YMxU9Cyn9IQ/s1600-h/Photo+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RjXePofI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YMxU9Cyn9IQ/s320/Photo+169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228487360438575602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I AM DATING ALEX GASKARTH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RjkQA4II/AAAAAAAAAgk/4D_bBYk7Gvk/s1600-h/Photo+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RjkQA4II/AAAAAAAAAgk/4D_bBYk7Gvk/s320/Photo+179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228487363868549250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RkZee08I/AAAAAAAAAgs/HCksuv6c9s4/s1600-h/Photo+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RkZee08I/AAAAAAAAAgs/HCksuv6c9s4/s320/Photo+185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228487378156311490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&amp; IM CHEATING ON HIM WITH ALEX EVANS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-7515598374578898962?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7515598374578898962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=7515598374578898962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7515598374578898962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7515598374578898962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/aveil-i-really-miss-you.html' title='aveil, i really miss you'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SI9RjDynfoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gOZ0sdOwKQM/s72-c/Photo+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4164299720741949529</id><published>2008-07-27T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:41:02.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>Okay so these few days have been fucking busy I tell you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rushed up on my batik assignment &amp;amp; my 6 to 10 page long report for fashion merchandising, &amp;amp; I thought that I was gonna die from all the rushing / late nights / coffees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I handed them both up on time, &amp;amp; I'm gonna check my email later to see how did I fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, what I did over the weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I WATCHED &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BATMAN: THE DARK KNIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH-EM-GEE. If you have not watched that movie yet, please, close this screen, switch off your computer, change your clothes, head down to your nearest cinema, buy tickets, &amp;amp; watch the bloody show cos it's freaking good! I watched it with my favourite fashion blogger, Miss Laila Lu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a few major crying points though, &amp;amp; Heath Ledger was seriously the best Joker EVER. E-V-E-R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. THIRFT SHOP SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed down to thrift shop with Joan yesterday and got some super fabulous clothes! Like just four days ago we went thrift shop shopping, &amp;amp; yesterday we went AGAIN. This time, I managed to get a skirt, a round straw hat, patent pant thingys (which do not fit at all D:), polka dotted oversized shirt &amp;amp; 2 very beautiful vintage belts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe I love thrift shops! (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I WENT FOR SINGAPORE NIGHT FESTIVAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beatnik Picnic to be exact. I went for both days (Fri &amp;amp; Sat), both days with Laila. IT WAS GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, at first I thought (&amp;amp; heard from people), that it's damn boring, but actually it wasn't. On Friday, DJ Hong played, &amp;amp; well, THE GIGANTIC FIELD FULL OF PEOPLE WAS ACTUALLY DANCING. &amp;amp; plus its kinda fun to people watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like say, I saw 2 queers making out, &amp;amp; I swear that has got to be the hottest thing I had ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was alright, it was some BBoy battle, but I left early cos it was raining &amp;amp; my collegues were there so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I WENT OUT WITH MY NEW WORK FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay socializing time! -.- Okay I know I have very little friends, but I made a bit more friends already k! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; if you didn't know yet, I'm now working in a retail shop in Haji Lane, &amp;amp; it's not bad actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so my work friends (Shermin, Carina &amp;amp; Joy) together with their friends (Zhiguo &amp;amp; Gabriel), brought me to this damn &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt; place called Loof for some drinks. I had never ever been there, &amp;amp; it was quite a nice place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this drink called Gummiberry, which was some cocktail with berries &amp;amp; this melted marshmallow thing on it :D even the name sounds cute right!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat around &amp;amp; played this 5-10-15 game which was kinda like my first time playing, &amp;amp; I kinda made Shermin drink alot, which I felt really bad afterwards about :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. WORK. &amp;amp; A RANT FROM WORK WHICH YOU SHOULD READ ABOUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had work today &amp;amp; on Friday, &amp;amp; oh my god, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TO ME TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please do not read if you hate mean &amp;amp; arrogant people, cos I totally am one in this rant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one guy, who probably everyone who is close to me would know about, came into the shop I was working at today. &amp;amp; he knows I work there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's just call him &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;. Botton line: he lied to me about something major. Fucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, R happily walks into the shop today with his friends, &amp;amp; TOTALLY ACT LIKE HE DIDN'T KNOW ME AT ALL. Okay you must be thinking, "not as if he has to say hi to you right?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, what if this someone has lied to you about some MAJOR, &amp;amp; has blogged something like, "oh I'll be a man &amp;amp; admit my mistakes yadda yadda", &amp;amp; CANNOT EVEN BOTHER TO SAY A "SORRY" IN PERSON TO ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How "man" can that get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, yes, he has already apologized over the phone to me because he was FORCED to, so what now, no balls to even look at me today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I sound like a chao ah lian, but KNN, i have so much more to rant about Mr R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when he walked in, I STRAIGHTAWAY told my collegues about him, &amp;amp; I served him, while still having my shitty attitude. &amp;amp; the whole time, HE DIDN'T EVEN DARE TO LOOK ME IN THE EYES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His balls probably shrunk to the size of a peanut maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I'm damn fierce, but by Geraleine-standard, today I was sibeh fierce already lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least he spent money. If he didn't spend any I think I'll just rant about what a cheapskate he is for carrying $9.90 Elmo bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabeh, some more i could see him digging for $49.90 just to pay for the backpack he bought, which i could have helped by using my STAFF DISCOUNT to get it at a cheaper price, but you know, I like being a bitch &amp;amp; making you spend more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. NODDYMOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I've been kinda lazy, but Noddymod has updated! Thanks to Mag who updated it recently, so go see! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://noddymod.livejournal.com/"&gt;YOU KNOW YOU LOVE NODDYMOD! CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4164299720741949529?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4164299720741949529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4164299720741949529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4164299720741949529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4164299720741949529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8258459269422879091</id><published>2008-07-24T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:58:04.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiya</title><content type='html'>Seriously, what's with guys cheating?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fucking hate it lah seriously. I mean, I've been through being cheated, had cheated, had been cheated with &amp;amp; you know what? Just slowly comes down to the fact that the ratio of good guys to well, cheaters, are like, 1:3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let's just thank god that this time I discovered it sooner, if not it would have been so much messier. And I guess the thing that really sparked me to break it to her was that I didn't want her feel the same way I had. Horrible feeling for a guy to cheat on you &amp;amp; then dump you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least SHE dumped HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; this made me think, MAYBE GIRLS SHOULD BE LIKE THAT. How would you guys react if one day, the ratio of good girls to cheaters were 1:3? Maybe then guys wouldn't always take us for granted since there would be less good girls around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay I sound damn feminist today, but I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to lighten things up a bit from my "i hate boys to the max" moment, laugh at something me (Gini), Shi'ai (Tyra) &amp;amp; Kim (Val) did for our fashion merchandising project:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfnXHpwqyYM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfnXHpwqyYM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit stupid but my lecturer laughed okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8258459269422879091?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8258459269422879091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8258459269422879091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8258459269422879091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8258459269422879091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/haiya.html' title='haiya'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-755533892643210184</id><published>2008-07-22T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:02:28.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>When you are bored, there are several things you could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Laugh at videos which I do in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKr9NybHjLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKr9NybHjLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Check out streetsnaps (which features my picture :DD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/streetsnaps"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR STREETSNAPS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda look horrible in that pic though D: not exactly my best look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. You could check out lookbook.nu for my better looks! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/user/3784-Geraleine-Y"&gt;I adore lookbook (:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4. Or you could sit here &amp;amp; blog, just like what I'm doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; school is such a drag, i wanna spree at gojane.com! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-755533892643210184?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/755533892643210184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=755533892643210184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/755533892643210184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/755533892643210184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-266090764839317845</id><published>2008-07-14T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:32:17.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy fuck</title><content type='html'>SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Joan's first visit to my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to discuss about work. &amp; we did almost nothing -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, she helped my pack my closet &amp; we went to lookbook.nu to look at how people dress? &amp; everyone on that site is skinny lor. Very much unlike wardroberemix, where you probably see more not so skinny people than skinny ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures at the playground, &amp; we feel like adding up our pictures onto lookbook too. Sorta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Holy fuck, Geraleine's first REAL time clubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuck into St James, &amp; it was pretty awesome ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made new friends &amp; had a ton of fun there. Danced with a pretty good looking foreigner too. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lunch with Mag &amp; Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not bad, had Pepper Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored at playground, drank bubble tea, talked cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Martin had nice shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Took pictures for Noddymod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was some tiring shit. Now I know how Kim must've felt ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hell load of pictures but yeah, its in my pc, &amp; its damn leycheh for me to go load it up now, so i shall do it later or tomorrow or maybe when im actually free of schoolwork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH WHY POLY LIFE SO BUSY WAN AH!??!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-266090764839317845?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/266090764839317845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=266090764839317845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/266090764839317845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/266090764839317845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-fuck.html' title='holy fuck'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-3664543440776241964</id><published>2008-07-10T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:09:01.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DCFC</title><content type='html'>So I didn't but tickets for Death Cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag queued for it (for the $128 or $148 ones i think) &amp;amp; asked if I wanted &amp;amp; IT WAS VERY TEMPTING, but I decided not to cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. $128 / $148 can buy me 2 nice garments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Its like, a sit-&amp;amp;-watch-them-play-on-stage kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. I WANNA GO FOR SINGFEST )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like deathcab &amp;amp; I was sibeh tempted to go lah, but I figured Singfest would be better for me. After all, I'd rather pay $300 to watch 18 bands/singers perform rather than $120++ to watch just one band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so auntie -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm still waiting for ticket prices to drop cos apparently Hweishyan &amp;amp; Zul can both go for it &amp;amp; I would love to go for Singfest with them D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, HOTSTUFF ALERTS. Like, hello? Brendon Urie! Pierre whatever from Simple Plan! Alicia Keys! Who wouldn't wanna see them in the flesh? &amp;amp; not to mention, I've got this huge girl crush on Alicia Keys. She's got the sultriest voice EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I can't wait to go. So Hweishyan, if you're reading this, PLEASE TELL ME HOW LONG MORE YOU WNA WAIT FOR PRICES TO DROP COS I'M FEELING KIASU ABOUT IT ALR ))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I JUST REMEMBERED. NODDYMOD.LIVEJOURNAL.COM (aka me &amp; mag's online store) IS UP ALREADY! PLEASE GO &amp;amp; SUPPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://noddymod.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR NODDYMOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-3664543440776241964?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3664543440776241964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=3664543440776241964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3664543440776241964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3664543440776241964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/dcfc.html' title='DCFC'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6162694184542780641</id><published>2008-07-06T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:36:12.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no voice ):</title><content type='html'>OMG I HAVE NO VOICE NOW )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think its cos of the accumulations of talking (or rather, shouting -.-), sheesha, cold drinks, cigarettes, &amp; fries with chilli sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I need to go rest / drink lots of warm water &amp; take in vitamin C cos what if I really lose my voice or something? I'll think I'll just die if that happens, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; I was randomly on youtube.com AGAIN, &amp; i found this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9Loe3XM7v0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9Loe3XM7v0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D.A.N.C.E by Justice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know that everyone has heard this song before, but omg, HAVE YOU SEEN THE VIDEO!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its awesome the way they play with the graphics, colours, lyrics &amp; whatnot. No wonder Mag loved this video too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6162694184542780641?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6162694184542780641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6162694184542780641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6162694184542780641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6162694184542780641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-voice.html' title='no voice ):'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4651814765614278847</id><published>2008-07-05T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:27:08.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anonymity</title><content type='html'>Regarding my last post, I realized that there was a comment by anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As weird as it seems, sometimes (like times like these), I kinda like anonymous commenters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is precisely that they keep their identity anonymous that they can tell you honestly straight up in the face how they really feel, which kinda works as a big fat wake up slap sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, occasionally I do get the typical, "you're such a slut / skank / bimbo / poser / ugly freak" thing, but most of the time I just go to my haloscan &amp; delete such comments because they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Childish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Non constructive comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really need to read that kinda comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, appreciate downright, honest &amp; constructive comments, some sort like the one that anon posted at my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Because you chose not to have one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that sure did wake me up a little &amp; made me feel that I should start appreciating what I have now. After all, the past is the past, &amp; I'll just take this as a lesson learnt. &amp; what I learnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY &amp; SERIOUSLY, YOU BITCHES GOTTA REALLY APPRECIATE WHAT YOU HAVE NOW ): Like count your blessings, before they're long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; This is damn random but I just realized that I have a thing for ang moh guys called Alex. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SG5SRkChxfI/AAAAAAAAAew/vW4ptydPIWg/s1600-h/iloveyou16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SG5SRkChxfI/AAAAAAAAAew/vW4ptydPIWg/s320/iloveyou16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219199479854515698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lex Evans. OMG THOSE BLUE EYESSSSS&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SG5SR4EBp_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/8C7J0r0ojvY/s1600-h/iloveyou19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SG5SR4EBp_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/8C7J0r0ojvY/s320/iloveyou19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219199485229508594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alex Gaskarth :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Alex E &amp; Alex G so much that I even programmed my wallpaper on my macbook to change every 30 mins, &amp; every 30 mins it'll either switch to various Alex E or Alex G pictures -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4651814765614278847?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4651814765614278847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4651814765614278847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4651814765614278847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4651814765614278847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/anonymity.html' title='anonymity'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SG5SRkChxfI/AAAAAAAAAew/vW4ptydPIWg/s72-c/iloveyou16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-1366849668744139241</id><published>2008-07-04T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:31:26.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>I'll be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the first one took 5 months, the next major one took one month. &amp; now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be next, half an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm kinda getting immune to heartbreak &amp; disappointment. I woke up this morning &amp; cried when I saw it, but then, I realized during the day while waiting at the polyclinic for my turn (since I skipped school cos I had no mood whatsoever to go), that I wasn't crying for the loss of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I was crying for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for myself, I felt pityful, &amp; I felt that there was absolutely nothing left to be loved about me since dating disasters happen to me ALL THE TIME. Cos something must be wrong with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; if so many of this kinda shit happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as much as these things keep happening, deep inside me there's still this little bit of hope that at least someone would treasure &amp; appreciate me. Someone who wants to make me happy. Someone who actually does make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for that &amp; getting lost &amp; ending up in square one again time &amp; time again, &amp; you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I think its time I've stopped&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to wake up &amp; just tell myself, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO ONE WANTS YOU, BITCH. STOP SEARCHING ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;", &amp; realize that maybe I'm just not cut out for dating. Maybe everyone secretly hates me &amp; just doesn't tell me cos I've got an attitude problem &amp; that I'm mean, &amp; that I'll flare up on them if they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, almost everyone I know has had a good successful relationship &amp; I haven't, which concludes that there really must be something terrible about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GAWD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-1366849668744139241?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1366849668744139241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=1366849668744139241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1366849668744139241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1366849668744139241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6165019172450842019</id><published>2008-07-02T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:00:34.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>)))):</title><content type='html'>Kay I'm so depressed that when I went out for dinner just now, I freaking ate a Big Mac meal. Not as if I don't know how much calories those things have in them, but you know, comfort food I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm down with a super horrible sore throat, &amp; I really don't know why I have sore throats all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I swear I think I'm dying soon. I've become super weak, &amp; my hands tremble often, &amp; just today, the freakiest shit happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I did or what I ate, but I hallucinated. &amp; it was so bad, that I was actually talking on the phone with Abby at the time when I did so, that I wanted to continue talking to her, praying that what I saw wasn't what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I got a scare, &amp; for the first time ever, I didn't want to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I die suddenly? I don't want to. There's a million things I haven't done, &amp; I don't think I wanna be taken away so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; He still hasn't apologized )): should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6165019172450842019?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6165019172450842019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6165019172450842019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6165019172450842019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6165019172450842019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_02.html' title=')))):'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6757799954630316484</id><published>2008-07-01T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:18:24.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING DU LAN</title><content type='html'>So usually I don't blog rant, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Abby's tuition &amp;amp; all to end, so why not blog for a moment about my day right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School went along fine, learnt to tie dye today, which was actually pretty fun, &amp;amp; kinda fell asleep during fashion merchandising cos I was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to town with Joan to get a plain white dress so i can tie dye it tomorrow (!!!), &amp;amp; met up with Vishnu &amp;amp; Eileen &amp;amp; we went back to Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; HERE IS WHERE MY RANT STARTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I told someone that I was partially deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not really THAT deaf, but you know, I cant really hear small intricate details due to whatever reason, maybe too much exposure to loud music / noises or something? Like, the volume on my ipod is kinda loud for normal standards, which kinda explains why sometimes I talk quite loudly I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then the worst part was that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he made fun of me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you like it if you told me that say, you walk with a limp or have a short tongue, &amp;amp; I start mimicking to limp walk or talk as if I had a short tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be insulted, or rather, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;? Especially if you really cared alot for that person who made fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wouldn't, but I felt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what's more, was that not only was his friend there, my friends (eileen &amp;amp; vishnu), were there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he didn't apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there can be 3 reasons why he didn't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. He can't give a fuck &amp;amp; thinks he's right or doesn't appreciate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't want to in front of his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't know what he did wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left with his friend to i-have-no-fucking-clue where, I was left with eileen &amp;amp; vishnu, &amp;amp; well, I just started tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Call me childish, or whatever, but I don't think my mother gave birth to me just to let you make fun of something I lack of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vishnu, being the sweetheart he was, said he went to toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; HE FUCKING CAME BACK WITH HAAGEN DAAZ ICE CREAM FOR ME &amp;amp; SAID, "HEY DON'T BE SAD, THIS IS FOR YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its small little actions like these that make me happy. Like, you don't need no major present like say, a Cartier bracelet, but the fact that he cared for me &amp;amp; got me ice cream on his own free will just me make me cheer up made me feel this warm &amp;amp; fuzzy friendship feeling thing (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that kinda summarizes up my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Eileen bought this Juno burger phone today &amp;amp; it looks really cute D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPS: &lt;/span&gt;To single girls out there, Vishnu is single too, &amp;amp; very available ((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6757799954630316484?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6757799954630316484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6757799954630316484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6757799954630316484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6757799954630316484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/fucking-du-lan.html' title='FUCKING DU LAN'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2081421352699585855</id><published>2008-06-29T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:30:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture mood</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling kinda in the mood for pictures today, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZOO PICTURES! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdoNQjT2qI/AAAAAAAAAbI/omtyZH6h7m4/s400/zoo%20009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdoOaM3EvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8e8hwukf-G0/s400/zoo%20011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdoSXoWzzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5SCJ9A6XRGQ/s400/zoo%20031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this is the world's most venomous snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdoVNGGuBI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OGswiGIwiC0/s400/zoo%20034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look that venemous leh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed that the world's most venemous snake would at least be much bigger &amp;amp; have more colours &amp;amp; all. Oh well. Looks are decieving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also saw like this picture of all the elephants in the zoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdoiBSebzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/T7DM1m0y_to/s400/zoo%20051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't really bother looking at the elephants in the picture. Like, check out the retro hair man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdolaWZvzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/NJZfdNcbWFk/s400/zoo%20053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdookLkxZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/A0qfFL3G-Mk/s400/zoo%20054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here are some super cute &amp;amp; adorable animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdoYAiA08I/AAAAAAAAAbs/8Soo1Va0CgM/s400/zoo%20046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elephants!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdocfNL1CI/AAAAAAAAAb0/blQl2IqSA5U/s400/zoo%20042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kangaroo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdofNYOA6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/oSxTxK_I2N0/s400/zoo%20056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penguins!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdorvDiDLI/AAAAAAAAAcc/swca4Ki3qQk/s400/zoo%20065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some super small &amp;amp; mini monkey?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdou4g4NAI/AAAAAAAAAck/UjdMhyGRHCE/s400/zoo%20068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Squirrel!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tram rides were kinda fun too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdsjmXDibI/AAAAAAAAAdE/sUCJQ0QXQbw/s400/zoo%20077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me &amp;amp; crystal tuanehneh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdslg36I-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/en9D1vW54WE/s400/zoo%20083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alicia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdsmh_palI/AAAAAAAAAdU/xtJIEgK4r_M/s400/zoo%20084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abby &amp;amp; yongsheng!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yeah, that's all for zoo pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I love camwhoring with abby too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdsolIOu1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/GiOEmFMzbr4/s400/zoo%20115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdsrWZ-YzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zL6GVIVYk2g/s400/zoo%20122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdstk_FpJI/AAAAAAAAAds/EZutxCesQwk/s400/zoo%20123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday, Shi'ai, Joan, Kimmy &amp;amp; me had a stall at Flea-tique at SAM yesterday! Sales were really really good for Shi'Ai &amp;amp; Kim, can't really say much bout mine or Joan's though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdsw27SYOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/yqq4QNPiq60/s400/zoo%20139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We tried to sell these&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGds0SgtngI/AAAAAAAAAd8/X3Br0tJnkOg/s400/zoo%20141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&amp;amp; these too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGds38tNz8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/6r-9pmsmfZ4/s400/zoo%20142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crowded, warm, stuffy &amp;amp; sweaty ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGds6OfR-XI/AAAAAAAAAeM/r7RvcDNJjeU/s400/zoo%20144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimmy (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGds8cU8huI/AAAAAAAAAeU/lEOOQJcDZUE/s400/zoo%20146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shi'Ai!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGds-7Nh-aI/AAAAAAAAAeg/soEOcvS2wnM/s400/zoo%20148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't know what Addie was there for, but he bought us coffee :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdtBVPrVEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/mtffhyWRLtc/s400/zoo%20150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joan :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melee - Built To Last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="275" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv1206kvh-E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mv1206kvh-E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="340" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've looked for love in stranger places&lt;br /&gt;but never found someone like you&lt;br /&gt;someone whose smile&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel i've been holding back&lt;br /&gt;and now there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like it should&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of our friends&lt;br /&gt;saw from the start&lt;br /&gt;so why didn't we believe it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now look, where we are&lt;br /&gt;you're in my heart now&lt;br /&gt;and there's no escaping it for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like it should&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking on the hills at night&lt;br /&gt;with those fireworks and candlelight&lt;br /&gt;you and i were made to get love right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like it should&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause you are the sun in my universe&lt;br /&gt;consider the best when we felt the worst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;most of all. most of all&lt;br /&gt;it's built to last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2081421352699585855?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2081421352699585855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2081421352699585855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2081421352699585855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2081421352699585855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-mood.html' title='picture mood'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SGdoNQjT2qI/AAAAAAAAAbI/omtyZH6h7m4/s72-c/zoo%20009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-2486028920514261264</id><published>2008-06-25T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:43:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omigah</title><content type='html'>I just realised that I haven't blogged in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after a while, I decided, "what the heck, I think I'll blog". &amp; so far, this is what I have concluded to why I have no more motivation to keep up my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I have 2 computers! Like where the hell do I upload my pics in to?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;Pictures are fucking huge &amp; take a lifetime to load up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Pictures are ugly, so need photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I need sleep ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Pure laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I have better things to do, like what Sex &amp; The City, which is super addictive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Distracted by other websites, like say fredflare &amp; wetseal??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's more reasons but yeah, I figured 7 would be good enough for the many days of non blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another good reason is that I don't need people judging me from what I write here. Like please, I can write total bullshit here sometimes &amp; you don't have to take it that seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywhos, these few days have been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved a big bunch of flowers, went to the zoo, went out with my fellow scoopers at Dempsey, hung out with mag, hung out with abby, &amp; hung out with aveil (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; did I mention that school is a killer too?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like soon I think I'll just shut down my blog &amp; create a fashion blog or something, since Shi'Ai says its good to have connections, but what the fuck do I know about high end fashion or models?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not exactly something you can get overnight &amp; I'm sure Shi'Ai has went through her fair share of troubles trying to build up &lt;strong&gt;rocketrend.wordpress.com&lt;/strong&gt;, which happens to be an awesome fashion blog with like, a gazillion readers everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 2 years also not enough for me to be that kind of standard lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that I am lazy &amp; the fashion knowledge she has in her little finger is more than I have in my entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. But still, blogging for fashion to gain connections better than me blogging here for my own personal use right? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-2486028920514261264?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2486028920514261264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=2486028920514261264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2486028920514261264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/2486028920514261264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/omigah.html' title='omigah'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-1168001221179849762</id><published>2008-06-19T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:58:00.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VAUNT</title><content type='html'>So Vaunt 3 at MOS was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "after party" me friends &amp;amp; I had was kinda better though. We went to some bar at Boat Quay called Sahara &amp;amp; had these red&amp;amp;blue vodka shots while playing the "never ever" game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen got drunk ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home only at like, 8 plus 9 AM &amp;amp; had 2 hours of sleep before waking up D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, even though I had so little sleep, it's already 1 plus AM now &amp;amp;, I'M NOT TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Aveil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SFlI3yFMnqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/JxNi1MTBfu8/s400/bah%20002%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed off to school, where I just so happen to see Laila on bus 15! Went to submit our assignments, then went off to eat at Soup Spoon &amp;amp; watch &lt;em&gt;You Don't Mess With The Zohan&lt;/em&gt; in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SFlI5QOvOWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/bBAFDjFy9ko/s400/bah%20004%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, &lt;em&gt;You Dont't Mess With The Zohan&lt;/em&gt; was a stupid show in terms of comedy (crude humour &amp;amp; all, but still funny), yet it kinda made sense if you thought about it. The show kind of makes you think more about the hating going on in the world, &amp;amp; how the world would be so much better off without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's a whole bunch of hot girls in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; this is random but I just read Xiaxue's blog &amp;amp; she got her Juicy Couture sidekick already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SFlI6DAGxSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_uRP1TVArxU/s400/juicy%20sidekick%21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So jealous can?!?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-1168001221179849762?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1168001221179849762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=1168001221179849762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1168001221179849762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1168001221179849762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/vaunt.html' title='VAUNT'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SFlI3yFMnqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/JxNi1MTBfu8/s72-c/bah%20002%20edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-591636195162163788</id><published>2008-06-16T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:52:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what you get</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating,&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you get when you let your heart win"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That's What You Get by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through that, &amp;amp; I'm over it, &amp;amp; I hope it never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is precisely that, that is what exactly you get when you let your heart win, so I'm not letting it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is today that something wonderful happened, which caught me off guard &amp;amp; made me that happy for that small period, &amp;amp; eventually, sinking into being careful about letting another person into my life, &amp;amp; eventually considering shutting him out, which honestly, made me feel PATHETIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided NOT to shut him out in the end though, but that's not the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I couldn't even bring myself to enjoy life for that one bit, &amp;amp; that just because of a past mistake, am I going to let myself feel like this for the rest of my life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know or at least hope that eventually, I'll get over this stage because I've met someone who is SPECTACULAR, &amp;amp; I wouldn't want my paranoia taking me over. But you know, as much as you don't want it, the doubts just keep coming back, &amp;amp; you just want it to like, disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says, "Just because you met one jerk, doesn't mean that all the guys you're gonna meet are like that". But what if I told you that the one person whom I THOUGHT could NEVER EVER be one, became one? Would YOU become paranoid &amp;amp; careful about who to let in to your life in the future? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OF COURSE YOU WOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 100% over him, just not over the things that he did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I'd love to forgive &amp;amp; forget, there are some things which I just can't bring myself to. This is one of the few things in my entire life that I will probably never ever forgive &amp;amp; forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok maybe I will, like if he dies in a tragic accident or when I'm in my deathbed &amp;amp; I decide to be forgiving so I can go to Heaven or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side however, I am starting to move on bit by bit to happyness. Like I said, school keeps me busy (which keeps my mind off thinking crap), i have great friends &amp;amp; from what I wrote earlier on, I met someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2004426263853198798-591636195162163788?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/591636195162163788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=591636195162163788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/591636195162163788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/591636195162163788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-what-you-get.html' title='That&apos;s what you get'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8797887623138529084</id><published>2008-06-13T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:59:52.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love at first sight</title><content type='html'>So last night, I went for Bernie's birthday chalet with Abby, Eileen &amp; Crystal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was fun, considering that me &amp; Eileen didn't sleep the entire night. We drank (&amp; crystal puked &amp; all, poor girl), we played dare-and-dare &amp; went for a morning swim in dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; by the time I reached Bishan at around 9 plus, I was so tired that I could die. So I showered &amp; slept &amp; woke up at 3pm to meet Mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Mag &amp; I wanted to set up a join account, but you need at least $500 to set up an account or be 21 years old. So we literally wasted our time. But since we were free, we made a trip to NTUC &amp; bought babyfood, just to sample how it tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SFKFnMDBAzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yOp95ZYgTU8/s400/bbq%20041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought sausage / meat sticks in water, &amp; chicken noodle dinner mashed baby food. &amp; here's the verdict:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/geraleine/SFKFqsp6yvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NA1ZWjSgTlU/s400/bbq%20045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sausage / meat sticks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were kinda mushy &amp; soft, but surprisingly, IT WAS AWESOME. It tasted kinda like luncheon meat but the sausage version &amp; it was TASTY. Like it was saltish, yet you could taste the meat, &amp; there wasn't those disgusting looking pieces of fat you usually see in sausages. &amp; neither did it have the plastic-y sausage skin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I should stock up more of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SFKFuDlS0YI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2R1CrR2C23I/s400/bbq%20046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicken noodle dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When opened, it looks SUPER MUSHED UP &amp; GROSS. When tasted it tastes EXACTLY like pumpkin for some reason. As I hate pumpkin ALOT, I hated this chicken noodle whatever thingy. MAG LOVED IT &amp; FINISHED THE WHOLE BOTTLE THOUGH. So buy if you happen to love pumpkin as much as she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; just for some reason, I feel like loading up at least one picture from Crystal's BBQ cos I didnt. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SFKFweUhNxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_n4TjI5xoV0/s400/bbq%20014%20edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, I'm just wondering out of curiousity, but does anybody here believe in love at first sight? :/ Is there really such a thing, or did some romance writer just cook that up to make us believe that it does?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8797887623138529084?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8797887623138529084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8797887623138529084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8797887623138529084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8797887623138529084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-at-first-sight.html' title='love at first sight'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SFKFnMDBAzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yOp95ZYgTU8/s72-c/bbq%20041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6158084954840265926</id><published>2008-06-10T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:27:38.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>OH. MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. NEED. SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing Harvey's homework all the way from like, 10 till now, &amp; now I'm transferring everything to Shi'ai to help me burn it into a CD, &amp; the transfer is taking so slow I'm about to fall asleep on my laptop right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm blogging. To keep myself from falling asleep. &amp; hopefully by the time I'm done with this post, the bloody thing will have finished transferring. Like, WTF, ITS NOT EVEN HALFWAY THERE. KNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyways, I went to Crystal's party he other day &amp; it was really fun. I have pictures to be uploaded but i'm too tired to. &amp; OMG I'M SO TIRED THAT I KEEP MAKING SPELLING ERRORS! Like I even spelt "spelling" as "speeling". Maybe I should just go make myself some coffee &amp; cheese sandwiches to wake myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm off to go make toast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6158084954840265926?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6158084954840265926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6158084954840265926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6158084954840265926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6158084954840265926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6276543661527748</id><published>2008-06-06T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:27:10.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOSHOP CS3 SIALZX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElf3A1MEAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zoetjfk-Rwo/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElf3A1MEAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zoetjfk-Rwo/s320/Photo+21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208799842751221762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElf3c5NfbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/u7VgMRBwK4w/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElf3c5NfbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/u7VgMRBwK4w/s320/Photo+47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208799850284285362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElf3rUDpQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/BOa4f5qhv4s/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElf3rUDpQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/BOa4f5qhv4s/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208799854154982658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElf4NhGhMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6ATUpVZNY-o/s1600-h/Photo+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElf4NhGhMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6ATUpVZNY-o/s320/Photo+49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208799863336502466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfQ7TTdNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/R7T5zWyVS8c/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfQ7TTdNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/R7T5zWyVS8c/s320/Photo+18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208799188431893714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfRS_TGsI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XqaS3VuWXpM/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfRS_TGsI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XqaS3VuWXpM/s320/Photo+33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208799194790435522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfRmfW2UI/AAAAAAAAAWg/haKg9iPsiMk/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfRmfW2UI/AAAAAAAAAWg/haKg9iPsiMk/s320/Photo+34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208799200025172290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfR-GMFnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vYzHloeGeno/s1600-h/Photo+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfR-GMFnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vYzHloeGeno/s320/Photo+37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208799206362060402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfSIkuQnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7hdOJXUg8T0/s1600-h/Photo+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElfSIkuQnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7hdOJXUg8T0/s320/Photo+46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208799209174483570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. SERIOUSLY. PHOTOBOOTH. LIKE. MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now, i think I'll photobooth even more, considering that i just got Photoshop CS3 (!!!!) from Brinjal today. &amp; not just photoshop! Like, alot more Adobe products but I don't even know what half of it is for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to City Plaza with Mag early this morning to get my extensions done &amp; I am so happy with my hair now! All soft &amp; silky &amp; long &amp; shiny black! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then we looked ALL OVER town just for my stupid macbook jewel case, &amp; I almost died cos NO WHERE has stock for it. Maybe I should just get a super duper colourful one or hot hot hot pink one online. Anyone know any good websites to buy from? Tell me please! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, gotta sleep early cos of work tmr, &amp; then at night I'm going to Crystal's party! Bet its gonna be a blast! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6276543661527748?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6276543661527748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6276543661527748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6276543661527748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6276543661527748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/photoshop-cs3-sialzx.html' title='PHOTOSHOP CS3 SIALZX'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SElf3A1MEAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/zoetjfk-Rwo/s72-c/Photo+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8711544450266305791</id><published>2008-06-05T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:28:39.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night</title><content type='html'>So last night I went to Butter Factory, &amp; honestly, I didn't think that it would be that much fun, BUT IT WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with Shi'Ai and her friend, Bestlyn, &amp; the crowd there was quite good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't like, get addicted to this or anything :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this is so random but my extensions are tangling up!! I need to replace them FAST, so maybe I'll go on Friday if there's no school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep okay, short post, but I can't really be bothered with blogging now since that I've got a busy schedule with school, friends, &amp; homework, &amp; I'd really love to date or have a boyfriend, but I doubt I'd have the time or effort to even strive for it at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy lah. But, what if I really like, end up with no one wanting me? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:&lt;/strong&gt; I still think Jesse McCartney is so hot DDDD: HOW?! I'M SUCH A TWEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8711544450266305791?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8711544450266305791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8711544450266305791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8711544450266305791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8711544450266305791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-night.html' title='last night'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-1825225668889470123</id><published>2008-05-31T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:53:44.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i even amaze me</title><content type='html'>So, I learnt to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I admit I have changed, maybe not for the better, or maybe yes, but I learnt that no one can love me more than I could love myself. I mean, why would anyone love you if you yourself can't even love yourself for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that I myself is the upmost importance to me, &amp; that I don't need anyone to make myself feel loved, cos I already love myself more than anyone ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may come off as very egoistic or proud or self centered, but it's just that I've learnt to rely on myself more, &amp; that somewhat gives me a sense or pride &amp; self worth, like I don't need anyone else to help me feel that way or make me feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I'm saying I'm better than anyone or anything like that, its just like I just discovered that well, I'm not going to stay being insecure &amp; worried about what people think or that I'm just not good enough, simply because I've been feeling like that for a very long time, &amp; now, I've decided to step away from that &amp; finally love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes, there may still be days where I feel insecure about my weight, or how I dress, or what I do, but still, it's much less compared to what I felt in the past. &amp; it does pay off, cos ever since I learnt to love myself more, i have realised that there's also been a significant increase in admirers &amp; friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, it took me quite a long time to figure this out &amp; love myself more bit by bit, but eventually, I did. Maybe I don't WORSHIP myself or have a shrine for myself but I do feel a little bit more confident about myself, &amp; well, let's just say that I'm happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY!!! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; OMG HAVE YOU SEEN JESSE MCCARTNEY NOW?! He is HOTTTTT. Like, a year ago he was this flabby blonde boy &amp; now, he's a smokin' hot &amp; fit brunette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.P.S: &lt;/span&gt;Today is apparently NO TOBACCO DAY so I'm not gonna smoke today! All you smokers don't smoke too ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-1825225668889470123?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1825225668889470123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=1825225668889470123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1825225668889470123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1825225668889470123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-even-amaze-me.html' title='i even amaze me'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4839696707946934295</id><published>2008-05-29T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:08:25.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH-EHM-GEE</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I am blogging now in the nicest house EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this particular house happens to be just like, 10 steps away from my dad's place in Seletar Springs condo, &amp; it is GIGANTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; GINORMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah, just HUGE &amp; SUPER NICELY FURNISHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this room which I'm blogging in &amp; also happens to be Kenneth's room, IS LITERALLY AS BIG AS A WHOLE FLAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LIVE IN A HOUSE LIKE THIS!! DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay random but it's really the nicest house I've ever been in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4839696707946934295?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4839696707946934295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4839696707946934295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4839696707946934295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4839696707946934295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-ehm-gee.html' title='OH-EHM-GEE'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-5220568815678054133</id><published>2008-05-28T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T03:15:51.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangkok!</title><content type='html'>OMG I'M BACK FROM BANGKOK &amp;amp; IT WAS DAMN FUN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved travelling with Mag &amp;amp; shopping like mad &amp;amp; we spent every single cent we had &amp;amp; came back to Singapore like, MADLY BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I do have hots of pictures, but I can't load it up now cos I'm using my macbook &amp;amp; I wanna store as little information (other than schoolwork) in this lappie as possible cos I don't want it to end up either laggy or lack of space for future documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, onto my next obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE DAVEDAYS :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sorta like this youtube phenomenon who's like a comedian/singer/entertainer, &amp; what's more, he's only like, not more than 20 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE EVEN HAS HIS OWN WEBSITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I just love his retarded sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cover of No One by Alicia Keys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5Giizci_y0&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5Giizci_y0&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I THOUGHT THAT THIS WAS SO FUNNY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76C0Jso4eN0&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76C0Jso4eN0&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay or maybe I'm just easily entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love davedays!!!!!!! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-5220568815678054133?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5220568815678054133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=5220568815678054133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5220568815678054133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/5220568815678054133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/bangkok_28.html' title='bangkok!'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-920468597226922454</id><published>2008-05-23T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:27:10.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangkok</title><content type='html'>OMG MY FLIGHT IS IN 3PLUS MORE HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't even know if I've fully packed everything yet, but I'm so freaking excited I could die like, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this is what I did today (so far):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 PLUS AM&lt;/span&gt;: Wake up, brush teeth, yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11 AM:&lt;/span&gt; Watch Ellen Degeneres show while eating breakfast which was rice &amp; some mushroom&amp;shrimp thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12 NOON&lt;/span&gt;: Decided to pack a bit, then sat around using my mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1PM:&lt;/span&gt; Dress up, waited for Eugene's text to meet him at Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.35PM&lt;/span&gt;: Met Eugene, then went to Abby's house &amp; drank bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.15PM:&lt;/span&gt; Headed home, photoboothed with my mum -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SDZnxVMkQxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4T3zVzkF64Y/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SDZnxVMkQxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4T3zVzkF64Y/s320/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203460516674290450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now I'm here blogging, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I REALLY GOTTA GO NOW COS I BET BANGKOK WILL BE SO MUCH FUN ESP. WITH ALL THE CHEAP CASIO WATCHES &amp; CLOTHES HEHEHEHEHEHE OK BAIIBAII SEE YOU WILL BE BACK ON MONDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-920468597226922454?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/920468597226922454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=920468597226922454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/920468597226922454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/920468597226922454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/bangkok.html' title='bangkok'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSUWY0J0FOk/SDZnxVMkQxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4T3zVzkF64Y/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-6249813582966461911</id><published>2008-05-23T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:42:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;per·fect&lt;/span&gt;: adj. &lt;br /&gt;1. Lacking nothing essential to the whole; complete of its nature or kind.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being without defect or blemish&lt;br /&gt;3. Thoroughly skilled or talented in a certain field or area; proficient.&lt;br /&gt;4. Completely suited for a particular purpose or situation&lt;br /&gt;5. Completely corresponding to a description, standard, or type.&lt;br /&gt;6. Accurately reproducing an original&lt;br /&gt;7. Complete; thorough; utter&lt;br /&gt;8. Pure; undiluted; unmixed&lt;br /&gt;9. Excellent and delightful in all respects&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought that perfect would ever exist. Everyone says that nothing in this world is perfect, but I think I've found perfection. Maybe not perfect to anyone else, but perfect to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's a pity perfect always strives for more perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-6249813582966461911?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6249813582966461911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=6249813582966461911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6249813582966461911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/6249813582966461911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-perfect-adj.html' title=''/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-7445368403361928531</id><published>2008-05-20T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:35:26.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought my life would end when you walked away, I really started to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxVCZ_CGI/AAAAAAAAATU/48Rc01ycMu0/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxWyZ_CHI/AAAAAAAAATc/pe00eh9UeOk/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxYyZ_CII/AAAAAAAAATk/XEZ10jX3G20/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxayZ_CJI/AAAAAAAAATs/slWn_z6LuM0/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxcyZ_CKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ob8qBPAMGQs/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxeyZ_CLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/es0VSlZq5OM/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxhCZ_CMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bjVER9lkZWU/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxjCZ_CNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rQdjELnNU7o/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxlSZ_COI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZAgGWG8fUS4/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxnSZ_CPI/AAAAAAAAAUg/QEFtZCSGYAI/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxpyZ_CQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-XSSXuIZamw/s400/sch%20%26sheesha%20079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDG0vSZ_CUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_26nhiSnw60/s400/DSC00819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDG0tSZ_CTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/S9vzwE0etmU/s400/DSC00820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDG0rSZ_CSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rgAe3sFjbYE/s400/DSC00818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDG0pCZ_CRI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZPGfJRuzXNU/s400/DSC00813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to go sheesha / shisha / whatever i can't spell it properly with Abby, Eileen &amp; Fish, &amp; uh, it was random, but for drinks, we ordered HOT TEA, which made no sense lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who drinks HOT TEA when they're sheesha-ing? Don't people usually drink like, soft drinks or something? &amp; what's more, we used up ALL the sugar in the sugar bowl cos the tea was so bitter even though it's fruit flavoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, despite that, I had a great time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sheesha-ed, I went to Vivo to collect my Pedder Red sandals. Super happy cos I love it alot, but it costs me like, $160? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Haji where Shen used his supermegaultrabombasticly huge (&amp; expensive) camera to take pictures of me, which really made me happy, cos I like to be photographed :D &amp; I gotta admit, he takes good pictures! Like this one taken like, a few weeks back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDG46SZ_CVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/g3nziczpSZU/s400/pro.png.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Wah lao, the photos look like crap cos lighting sucks asszx &amp; I'm too tired to photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPS:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; SHEN, PLEASE SEND ME THE PHOTOS SOON! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-7445368403361928531?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7445368403361928531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=7445368403361928531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7445368403361928531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/7445368403361928531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/geraleine/SDGxVCZ_CGI/AAAAAAAAATU/48Rc01ycMu0/s72-c/sch%20%26sheesha%20001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8131030868248969433</id><published>2008-05-15T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:31:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LONG POST AHEAD. SENSITIVE ISSUE AS WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants a piece of it. Or at least the majority of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. I think its fucked up &amp;amp; superficial to go for fame. I mean, WHY? What's so appealing about it that I don't see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fame comes your way without you having to stoop low or fight for it, it's fine with me, but when you fight your way up that cast system for who's who &amp;amp; if-i-dont-get-fame-i-swear-i'll-die, that's where I draw the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thus, this post might upset many, so if you're sensitive about this issue, I suggest you skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have decided that because of this ongoing trend of fame-cravingness happening around in certain local gigs &amp;amp; some of the people I hang out with / know, I have decided to stop stepping into this fucked up local music scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with having to put up with superficial people going to many many gigs for "exposure to more friends" to add to their collection of Friendster friends. Seriously, how many friends do you need? How many people out of your 1000 friends do you actually talk to? How many of them are actually fair weathered friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Evonne once said when she deleted her Friendster account, "I already have so many friends, what for do I need more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that only people in the clubbing scene were superficial like that, so I decided to join Evonne for gigs &amp;amp; shows, which honestly, sometimes I go even though I HATE the music, but just to support certain bands cos friends were in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now? I'm beginning to feel that if you're only going to a gig to support a friend even though you hate the music, DON'T GO. It's a waste of your time, energy, money, &amp;amp; you're probably being a waste of space to some people there. Sure, he/she may be your friend, but come on, your taste in music can be different from him/her right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; by saying this, I will also make my point that Evonne, whom I love so much, IS NOT SUPERFICIAL LIKE CERTAIN PEOPLE OUT THERE. She doesn't "look" for fame or spams a gazillion people's friendster spaces just to rank up more comments, but simply because SHE ENJOYS THE MUSIC &amp;amp; SHE LOVES IT THERE. &amp;amp; That is what I call by a true supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, what makes you think that instead of her wanting to have friends, the people come to her? She didn't ask for it, it just came her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also, I am tired of people assuming that I crave for fame. Just because I know people like Evonne &amp;amp; Joan, does NOT mean that I'm friends with them just to gain more. In fact, want to know how I got to know them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT BY SHITTY-ASS FRIENDSTER, but through real life aka the old caveman way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known people who die-die also have to get 1000 friends if not he'll totally die &amp;amp; ranks up so many best friends, your whole ten fingers also can't count finish. Please, do you really have THAT much time for 10 over best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also, I am not going to deny that I have not been to gigs that I do not enjoy, which is why now I will only go for gigs which appeal to me, &amp;amp; not tag along just cos I wanna be with friends because I will just be a waste of space there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example was probably Saving Someone's gig on March 2nd. I love their set. I loved every band which I heard but unfortunately, I only heard two, because I went with people who only went with me, just to watch SS to support them, &amp;amp; spent $12 per ticket just on the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT AIN'T ABOUT THE MONEY I SPENT, but about how I would enjoy myself if I didn't have to leave so early. What about all the other bands? Wasn't the reason why you prbably started a band was because you love music &amp;amp; appreciate it? So why only choose to love ONE band out of the entire set list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is a touchy issue to many out there because everyone has their own opinions, &amp;amp; I am in no right to judge yours, but frankly, this is my view. If the music scene which I currently feel is just a superficial space for you to show off your wide number of friends by saying "hi" to every single person you meet, so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8131030868248969433?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8131030868248969433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8131030868248969433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8131030868248969433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8131030868248969433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/fame.html' title='fame'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-1198528537100426511</id><published>2008-05-08T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:13:51.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been through heartbreak like, quite few times, &amp;amp; this time, TWICE by the SAME person, so I decided to write &lt;strong&gt;a whole reflection&lt;/strong&gt; on it, since I'm getting along with it fine (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How you know its gonna happen:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. He/she ignores you ALOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A CLASSIC. Like how many times has the whole "ignore you for like, a lifetime" thing turn out good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Trust your instincts cos it's usually right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a sixth sense &amp;amp; apparently it's proven. &amp;amp; also, if someone hugs you, usually you can sense the sincerity &amp;amp; "feeling" you get, so why not trust your instincts over something negative as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Hear from friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if he / she really has no balls to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. He / she tells you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually better from hearing from friends, even though it is REALLY harsh &amp;amp; hurting to hear, "I just don't love you no more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since you know when it's gonna happen, learn to avoid it by doing &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; simple step:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUMP HIM/SHE BEFORE HE/SHE DOES IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos then, at least you won't feel THAT bad since YOU dumped he / she! Childsish thinking I know, but it is also proven that the dumper gets over the dumpee more easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in my case, I never do that one simple step, which means I lose out alot, &amp;amp; therefore, you'd probably be chasing after he or she LIKE MAD, while he or she probably will be on the other end going, "Oh fuck it, I'm tired. I see _____ there, I think I should go for him/her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But look on the bright side:&lt;/strong&gt; One door closes, MANY OTHER OPEN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So step number two, if you really suay suay kena the whole heartbreak thing by getting dumped (or still can't get over him/her even though you dumped the person), here are some simple steps to help you get over it which is tried &amp;amp; proven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Run it off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As weird as it is, it kinda takes your mind off things. Plus, after jogging, you feel CLEAR &amp;amp; fresh, which also means that you think better, &amp;amp; know what you want better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Delete delete delete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELETE EVERYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH HIM OR HER. Like,&lt;br /&gt;- MSN&lt;br /&gt;- Friendster / myspace / facebook or any other stupid networking site&lt;br /&gt;- blog (&lt;strong&gt;YES DON'T READ IT&lt;/strong&gt; cos chances are, he/she will prolly blog about some new person, WHICH YOU REALLY DON'T DESERVE READING &amp;amp; FEELING SAD OVER IT!)&lt;br /&gt;- number(s) in your handphone&lt;br /&gt;- probably every song that reminds you or him / her too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out with them, have fun at school, or just plain HAVE FUN. It takes your mind off it, &amp;amp; really, it's good, &amp;amp; you'll start to notice that there's so much more things in life than this one person who broke your heart, &amp;amp; also, you might just get to meet someone better on the way ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Throw / recycle / sell to kanrang guni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away any item that reminds you of him or her, or recyle it at your nearby recycle centre, or earn some cash by selling it to your friendly karang guni guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Make a playlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A playlist full of songs like "Over You" by Daughtry, "Irreplacable" by Beyonce, or just any songs that make you feel better about YOURSELF lah. &amp;amp; don't go listening to those "I want you back so desperately if not I'll die" kinda songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND MOST IMPORTANTLY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Be happy for whoever broke your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because chances are, if you're happy for him / her cos they finally found their shot at happiness (even though the one they chose isn't you), you'd still be happy, cos then you'd find nothing to be sad about. So what if he or she broke your heart, they're now happier, so let it go &amp;amp; don't cling on, cos there's bound to be something better coming (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Results may vary :/ &amp;amp; I'M ACCEPTING NO NEGATIVE COMMENTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-1198528537100426511?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1198528537100426511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=1198528537100426511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1198528537100426511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/1198528537100426511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-3318524605531240262</id><published>2008-05-05T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:18:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrr.</title><content type='html'>Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a lousy day cos I was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LATE FOR SCHOOL AKA OVERSLEPT SO I DIDN'T GO ):&lt;br /&gt;2. LOST MY POSB CARD&lt;br /&gt;3. HAVEN'T DONE MY HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-3318524605531240262?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3318524605531240262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=3318524605531240262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3318524605531240262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/3318524605531240262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/grrrr.html' title='grrrr.'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-8627882988071515915</id><published>2008-05-03T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:01:22.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M YOURS</title><content type='html'>Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it &lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but your so hot that I melted &lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, and I'm tryin to get back &lt;br /&gt;before the cool done run out i'll be givin it my best test &lt;br /&gt;and nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention &lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait, &lt;strong&gt;I'm yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-8627882988071515915?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8627882988071515915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=8627882988071515915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8627882988071515915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/8627882988071515915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-yours_03.html' title='I&apos;M YOURS'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2004426263853198798.post-4268442891844314961</id><published>2008-05-03T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:12:27.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>Okay so school these days have been pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a clique of friends in class (finally!) consisting of Joan, Shi'ai, Kimberly &amp; Jasmine. &amp; yes, everyday in class we camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after class today went out with Joan, Jasmine &amp; Daniel to Haji &amp; Topshop. Some random photog dude took out pictures &amp; gave us his email but he ain't online to send me the pics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he gave wrong email lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; bought a pair of shiny shiny shoes from Topshop cos there's this 20% sale going on now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sure tired cos today is a very long day, &amp; I've gotta wake up tomorrow for school again even though its a SATURDAY. So retarded please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2004426263853198798-4268442891844314961?l=breakupbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4268442891844314961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2004426263853198798&amp;postID=4268442891844314961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4268442891844314961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2004426263853198798/posts/default/4268442891844314961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakupbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>takeoutthelight</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
