<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312</id><updated>2012-02-12T00:33:25.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dore-ME</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>387</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-543819939243558325</id><published>2012-02-12T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:33:25.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[This is page is actually filled with hundreds of words. One has to be wise and worthy enough to see them. Are you &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;One?]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-543819939243558325?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/543819939243558325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=543819939243558325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/543819939243558325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/543819939243558325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7609084467526457335</id><published>2012-01-20T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:57:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNIP SNIP.</title><content type='html'>I got my hair trimmed today. :D Actually, I wanted to cut bangs but the hair stylist guy said that because my hair was wavy, it wouldn't work. AW MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it getting my hair trimmed wasn't something I regretted doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year's coming! LALALALA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7609084467526457335?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7609084467526457335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7609084467526457335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7609084467526457335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7609084467526457335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/snip-snip.html' title='SNIP SNIP.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-4067394592665328462</id><published>2012-01-15T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:01:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, I didn't change!</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda busy getting used to the new system at school, where there is no teaching, just pure self-learning. And also about good planning, like I have to plan when I take my self-test so I can do the pace-test which is the "major" test. In all, for one grade, there will be 12 paces. So now, I have to catch up with 4 grades to grade 12 so I have to do things faster. I really want to graduate by 18 and at most by 19. 4 grades in 2 years. I'll try and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like after this, I can still go to uni though I don't know what I'm interested in, and I don't want to waste time AND money on doing a course which is useless/uninteresting. I'm still thinking on what I want to be. Although I want to go into media, like modelling or acting or something - I'm really awestruck by it. You know, like Jia Qi. I really look up to her, and honestly think she's a nice person. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to work hard on my legs. And exercise more because I'm getting heavier which is not good. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being deprived of com now because I only get to use it on weekends, which is good in a way because I don't get distracted on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I just realized that my right leg has skin tone difference too. HAHA, so funny. Ah, it'll blend after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, it's alright. The people are nice there, and I think I'm well accepted. And it seems like in every school there will be this glam girl with her girls. I'm not saying she's mean, but she just portrays that picture in some aspect. The only thing is that people there don't look their age. Like the guys in school, some are 19 but totally don't look anything close to that. One schoolmate even thought I was 15. :D Although, I'm pretty sure I haven't changed much in terms of look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to play table tennis for house games. But my physiotherapist advised otherwise. ): SO SAD! I'm quite good okay! And even more when the girls in school (according to classmates) don't even know how to play. It's like a sure win thing! I'm really sad about that, because I really liked playing table tennis. I remember always playing that with girls on mc during PE when the other kids were doing their stuff (in AHS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH SIGH SIGH SIGH SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy still doesn't let me pierce more ear holes. I even found the small, medium stars for my ideal 2nd and 3rd hole for each ears! ): I like stars, I keep drawing one on my hand, hees. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I though hearts were the prettiest, but now I know stars are. FOR SURE. And forever will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a younger-me photo in my wallet which I found glued onto a primary school artwork. XD SO CUTE! And it really looks like me! (Like duh, because it's me.) But it's like I haven't changed much (in terms of face and features)! Not like some people, whom will change as they grow older, I think I will look how I am now 10 years from now. Wanna bet? :D I'll scan it one day and show y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so many random stuff today, okay I gotta go now. SO BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-4067394592665328462?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4067394592665328462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=4067394592665328462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4067394592665328462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4067394592665328462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-i-didnt-change.html' title='Look, I didn&apos;t change!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-9165627010578638368</id><published>2011-12-27T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:41:50.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Kitty. OH?</title><content type='html'>Vivian came over yesterday (well sorta last minute XD) to bake. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I thought she had made the batter and stuffs already then bring over to bake cause her oven spoiled. .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she made strawberry cupcakes with frosting and sprinkled icing while I made rainbow cupcakes. :D The rainbow was actually meant to be layered and neat but in the end it just all swirled and mixed together when it was baking. WASTE MY EFFORT! ): I took like almost 2 hours just to put each layer. Moreover the batter was not enough so I had to scrimp and save. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/166kbqw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the colours! (taken by phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I actually sorta cheated with the pictures. Adjusted with the contrast on my cam to make it brighter. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2dhscv9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/153xmra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/200ad55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/eq1irs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the taste is really not bad. Not too sweet either. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also showed Vivian the Christmas&amp;nbsp;present&amp;nbsp;I made for her. HEES. :D Although she didn't bring it back cause I hadn't went to go laminate it yet. .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/v83mns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I actually followed this picture online because I, here, have no imagination of sorts. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/05/Hello_kitty_character_portrait.png/200px-Hello_kitty_character_portrait.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I really think the effort in copying the picture was not bad, really. Although the proportions' a little off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess that's all for now. BYES. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-9165627010578638368?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9165627010578638368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=9165627010578638368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/9165627010578638368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/9165627010578638368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/rainbow-kitty-oh.html' title='Rainbow Kitty. OH?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/166kbqw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-1972004588975661210</id><published>2011-12-26T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:32:09.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking chipmunks?!</title><content type='html'>I haven't had really proper sleep this week plus. Been sleeping quite late regularly, not good. .-. And even with the lights off, and me being snuggled up under my covers, it's still not good enough. Why? Because somehow or the other, di and I will like talk non-stop about random topics. And despite the number of times I say "Okay, go to sleep now", we'll end up talking again. .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I love my di a lot and is great to have company at night, I think he should have his own room. .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I should sorta give up the idea of being able to do sports and stuffs for now. Because the recent check up, the doctor says that I should be careful. As in, we don't want the knee to dislocate again post op. It'll be REAL bad. If it does, I would have to go for trochleoplasty which no one in Singapore is able to do. Because it's only done in France. :O And it'll be like a major operation because they'll have to remove my cartilage,&amp;nbsp;re-groove&amp;nbsp;my knee and put my cartilage back. And it'll most likely be like a million times more painful than the op that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, even as much as I want the sports stuff to happen, somehow I feel like the me now is like someone who don't do sports at all. Even if I do get better, I just have a phobia. It sorts of prevents me from doing stuffs. And I'll most likely forget how to run and jump properly with my left knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW, after my left knee recovers and is strong again, the right knee will be a consideration (says the doctor). I guess it's reassuring to know that something has been done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the left knee still freaking moves. .-. The first few days after I removed the bandage it's sorta stiff and in place and I was all pleased and shit stuffs. But after like slowly able to bend, it moves! ): SO NOT REASSURING! Even though it's tighter now in a way, it's really a disappointment that it still moves. But maybe it'll hold in place when I'm using the leg, *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the doctor knows it still moves, he says it is an improvement, and I have to agree with that. But it's still pretty wobbly and I don't want to go check it out for fear it gets worse. My bending's a lot better now which is good. YAYS. I was so scared that I would never be able to bend my leg because the stiffness is really really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk with a slight limp (yet again) and I'm sorta worried that it'll affect my hip (again). Because last time I compensated my left leg with my right, and my hip was totally uneven, like one up one down. And if I try to walk equally on both legs, I'll have to take really really tiny steps which is SLOW. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DEARY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, yesterday was Christmas. Well, I realized that as I grow older, Christmas isn't like Christmas at all. When I was younger we didn't really get gifts at all. But at least we had a Christmas tree. Now, it's just like some any other day. Such a sad childhood for me. No Christmas presents, no birthday presents either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Alvin and the Chipmunks 3 and it was really cute, especially Theodore. :D Fat and chubby and cute. Why can't I have a talking chipmunk too?! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really like how they sing, it's like all different notes, so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE BYES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-1972004588975661210?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1972004588975661210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=1972004588975661210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1972004588975661210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1972004588975661210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/talking-chipmunks.html' title='Talking chipmunks?!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8324489684523853848</id><published>2011-12-13T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:55:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a model and its priviledges</title><content type='html'>I want to be a model just so that I can wear pretty clothes, get to be in heels, have awesome hairdo, and have make-up done. :D And all for a proper reason. (Like not because I just want to dress up, blah blah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, to be a model I would need to be like super pretty, have perfect skin, be shapely and must be tall. ): So, maybe those photoshoot kinda model would do. He he. :D Anything is possible with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would I look really nice? I wonder if I would still be able to recognize myself. You know like those kind of girls from ugly to pretty all just using make-up. Like this lady &lt;a href="http://blog.sina.com.cn/lingluannini"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth's all uncomfortable again. Like I think there's an ulcer on my tongue. ): And I feel all heaty inside. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most likely, I'll be transferring to Victory Life Christian School next year. A smaller school but I hope I'll be able to adjust. I don't really like new things especially new people. .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&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/948230990702220312-8324489684523853848?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8324489684523853848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8324489684523853848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8324489684523853848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8324489684523853848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/being-model-and-its-priviledges.html' title='Being a model and its priviledges'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-1789343301819861306</id><published>2011-12-07T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:03:26.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No eggs is totally absurd.</title><content type='html'>I was not really enjoying myself much especially since when I have to be careful with my diet. No chicken, no dark sauce, no spices, and worst of all, no eggs!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it gets like so tempting when mummy cooks eggs and sausages for di for breakfast. WHY?! ): But now it's better now since I can eat eggs. I don't really care so much about chicken. Pshh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EGGS EGGS EGGS. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My leg's less swollen now but the shin's still bumpy. Like the bone's not straight or something. :/ And the back of my knee's really weird. Might be because of the tendon they took from my back thigh. It's like if I press it REAL hard, there'll be an indentation. Pretty freaky. Like some clay, haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway I think it's getting stronger and shit stuffs. I haven't been doing much and moving around much. ):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've grown taller. Not sure how accurate it is but if it's really true, then it's awesome! I've finally hit the 1.6m mark. YAYS. Now onwards. HEES. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I think that's all for now again. NOTHING NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-1789343301819861306?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1789343301819861306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=1789343301819861306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1789343301819861306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1789343301819861306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-eggs-is-totally-absurd.html' title='No eggs is totally absurd.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-4945571269303110414</id><published>2011-11-17T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T20:50:31.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-op.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Feels like I've been neglecting this thing here. *points to screen* Resting and recovering from Monday's operation. :/ Totally wasn't nervous or scared or anything at all, I just was "let's get this over and done with".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I'm totally not really in a "writing mood" today. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the worst part was the not drinking water bit? My throat so totally dry and painful. ): But after that I had to change into the gown and wait for my turn outside the operating&amp;nbsp;theaters. It was kinda weird though, the feeling of not knowing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after it was my turn. I had to hop onto a bed first while the nurses stuck some monitoring stuffs and took my BP. I had to take out my sleeves for the BP bit. I succeeded in taking them out without exposing myself in any way. XD But more or less I'll be exposed later I suppose. :/ The strings behind me weren't even tied! So it's like a naked body under a gown-sheet. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they wheeled me in to the operating theater and I had to shift myself over to the operating table. WHY IS IT A TABLE?! It's a bed-sorta ain't it? Anyway, the doctors/whatever there had actually prepared for the WRONG LEG. Well, this kind of things happen really often in hospitals. That's why they have to mark the operating area to confirm it. XD Jab in needle into my hand for the&amp;nbsp;anesthesia, breathe in and out of oxygen mask and off to lala land I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fast in my opinion. I was as if I had just slept when I have to wake up again. But the moment I woke up I cried really bad because I felt as if my knee was dislocated or something and moreover the pain is immensely horrible. After taking pain killers I felt better and was wheeled into my room. I think I cried for a while while they were shifting me over into my bed because it freaking hurts! I think I half-slept most of the time and till then I had not seen how my leg looked like because it was under my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day pain was really really horrible and I gave in to the injection which made me really drowsy which was a plus point. Until then I had not realized that I HAD NO UNDERWEAR ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I didn't realize it until I had to go pee. The first time I tried peeing I really cried because the potty was too high and it hurt and I COULD NOT PEE. I'm not joking. It was really torturing. It was because of the anesthesia that led to a weak bladder. WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked mummy the next day why I didn't have my underwear any more and she told me that they had to put in a tube while I was being operated on so I could pee. WHAT?! And at the operating theater there were so many male doctors, oh my goodness. .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was discharged on Tuesday which was pretty fast. And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still hurts bad now but it totally wasn't as bad as the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really really swollen and I have no idea why but the skin on my calf is really numb and I can't feel a thing well. :/ Pretty worrying huh? I feel like some pregnant lady with swollen legs. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all they were like 6 "plasters" but I don't know how many have stitches because some might be for the scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end of my anyhow writing, here's a picture of my leg I took before going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/5umoav.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And after my left knee has recovered, it might be time for the right knee. OH MAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. And one of the doctors (cute!) scared me by saying that when I was sleeping they had to test how bad my knee was. All they used was 1 finger and my knee popped out. SEE SEE SEE I knew it came out! :OOOO And upon seeing my shocked/disgusted face he asked me, "You mean you never played with your knee before?" LOL WHUT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-4945571269303110414?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4945571269303110414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=4945571269303110414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4945571269303110414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4945571269303110414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/post-op.html' title='Post-op.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/5umoav_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6348181394861002734</id><published>2011-11-03T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:18:30.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsung Galaxy SII</title><content type='html'>HEYA! :D Guess what?! I've got a new phone. YAYS! *skips around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkays. It's the Samsung Galaxy SII which is pretty awesome but needs some getting use to for a Android newb like me. :D And the QWERTY board is really really different from the one I'm used to with my Nokia 5800. Like totally different. .-. So I'm typing pretty slowly now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you the phone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2dj9w1l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2euppp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Kitty case! Cute right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, I wanted to get another light pink casing but sadly the camera hole was too small. Weird right?! I was like so sad because the rest were so ugly but when I found the HK case at another stall, it's like sooooo much better!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like now di and I (yes, we have the same phone again. :O) have data plan. WOOHOO! :D Can surf on my phone now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta spent like almost of today getting things right, like my preferences and stuffs. It's really such a pain in the neck, know what I mean? Like everything blank slate. :OOO Thus, my battery has drained quite a lot but I really think it's better than iPhone's battery life? *shrugs* Actually, daddy sorta like wanted to get for both of us iPhone 4s but I changed to this instead because of the price. Seriously, for 2 phones, it'll cost a bomb. *KABOOOOOOM!* Such a good girl ain't I? :D Anyway, I suppose it's just as good? It can function the same so suan le bah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, it also has the AI talk function like Siri but it can't understand my "English". SHEESH. It can get kinda frustrating. So I tried like some accent and it can pick it up. SO SAD RIGHT! I don't know how to pronounce a lot of words in my weird accent so how? LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the camera's much better, 8MP! Much better than my previous' 3.2MP. So I suppose now I don't have to lug around my heavy 60D if I just want to take casual pictures? And the photography apps are pretty cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially how I can edit myself to look so much better. Okay, normally I wouldn't post this kind of picture because it's like *shrugs*. And no, I'm not going to post the original one and I've deleted it anyway. TEEHEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you 2 same ones. I was kinda greedy for the 2nd one, because I see people edit their pictures with like the light light things so pretty. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/jqkyfb.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/14jmb82.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay lahh, I know I've&amp;nbsp;overdone it, but who cares? :D HEES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess this is it for the phone stuffs. *struts around*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My skin has not been really good. ): SAD SAD SAD. (Yeah, that's why I can't show you the original pic) *sigh* It's not like I don't take care of my face or eat fruits. ): *CRIES*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I'm kinda nervous for the operation, thinking about it now. :S It's like about a week plus' time away! GAHHS! Okay, I'll be brave. I'll look forward to yummy hospital food. &lt;b&gt;IF&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's yummy in the first place. But mummy says it's not. ):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YAYS, now I don't really have to bring my com because I can use my phoneeee. But just no online games. ): AWWWWWW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okays, that's it for now. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9696;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6348181394861002734?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6348181394861002734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6348181394861002734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6348181394861002734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6348181394861002734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/samsung-galaxy-sii.html' title='Samsung Galaxy SII'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2dj9w1l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-622444358716450107</id><published>2011-10-29T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:55:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooh and friends. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/35ckk1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9696;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-622444358716450107?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/622444358716450107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=622444358716450107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/622444358716450107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/622444358716450107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/pooh-and-friends-d.html' title='Pooh and friends. :D'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/35ckk1c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7265930607113153749</id><published>2011-10-21T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T22:18:39.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see a bird!</title><content type='html'>Noticed anything new? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've changed my blogskin. YAYS. I sorta struggled because this darn css/html thing is so irritating. I mean it's like possible in my head but like it doesn't come out the way I want it to. Why? ): *sigh* Gotta make do with it for now. I like the bird drawing best. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay byes. :D Hope I'll stay contented with this for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="164" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2d2apag.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9696;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7265930607113153749?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7265930607113153749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7265930607113153749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7265930607113153749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7265930607113153749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-see-bird.html' title='I see a bird!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/2d2apag_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-3454575740189081090</id><published>2011-10-20T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:17:25.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date marked.</title><content type='html'>HEYA, so I've just been to the doctor's today. And we've already decided on the operation date. It'll be on the 14 November. So fast yeah? But I suppose it's better to get it over and done with, it'll be done sooner or later so why the wait? Might make me more anxious. :O I think the operation will last for 1 and a 1/2 hours, so it ain't that long. I hope that it doesn't hurt that much once the&amp;nbsp;anesthetic&amp;nbsp;wears off. :/ And the scar, I wonder how long it'll big. It'll be a MPFL reconstruction, not a biggie really. But it'll be real gross in real life. YUCKS. I'm not up for this kind of "grotesque" things. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it'll help really, so that I can go back to sports. But I'm not sure if I'm going to do the right side in the future. Cause if it helps for the left and I do the right side too, I'll definitely regain the confidence to jump/run and do loads of stuffs. So I'm really praying that it helps for the left, and I can do for the right... But it'll be costly for the right to be done too, moreover when it came out once only. But I just got this fear, you know? ): But seriously the worse thing to happen if it reoccur on the left side post-surgery. I think I'll be devastated. .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also hoping that I can bring along my com there. :D HEHE. I know patients aren't supposed to bring valuables but I'll be sooooooooo bored. X.X And there's no teevee either for B2. Staying in a room with old ladies. :OOOO I'm assuming it'll be old ladies because I'm assuming that I'll be staying in an&amp;nbsp;orthopedic ward where assumingly, old ladies had operation done or recovering from fractures. I mean, normally in hospital, there'll be old people right? Unless it's like the maternity ward where there'll be younger people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the weird thing is like I'm supposed to bathe with this antiseptic like bath and shampoo thing before the day of operation and in the morning of the operation. I'll show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2nbfsl4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But like if I wear clothes after my bath then won't I be dirty again? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was just thinking about it. I think they have to shave my knee area. LOLS! Then it'll be like one patch hairless. XD SO FUNNY. Okay, good excuse to use for shaving my legs now. Mummy doesn't allow me. Is it that bad? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think that's enough already. I shall wait till the day comes. I'd better do more exercises to build up my muscles. It'll be such a waste if it shrank again. ): ALL MY HARD WORK GONEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-byes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/ruu2au.jpg&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-3454575740189081090?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3454575740189081090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3454575740189081090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3454575740189081090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3454575740189081090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/date-marked.html' title='Date marked.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/2nbfsl4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-3970239607200614707</id><published>2011-10-18T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:38:29.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm "plagued"!</title><content type='html'>BOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk really properly these few days because I have like ulcers. ): It all started out when I had accidentally knock my lip against my teeth. I've got really sharp "vampire" teeth. RAWR. So there was a small cut, then it because a freaking big ulcer. WHY?! And because of me trying not to aggravate it further, I caused another ulcer at the side of my mouth, you know those piece of meat sticking out kind? ): And few days later, while I was drinking water, mummy accidentally knocked me and now the other lip also have. GRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uncomfortable. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay byes y'all. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*awkward laugh* I'm so lame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-3970239607200614707?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3970239607200614707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3970239607200614707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3970239607200614707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3970239607200614707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-plagued.html' title='I&apos;m &quot;plagued&quot;!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-431139279366082360</id><published>2011-09-28T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:04:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoot hoot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/688vig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/948230990702220312-431139279366082360?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/431139279366082360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=431139279366082360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/431139279366082360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/431139279366082360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoot-hoot.html' title='Hoot hoot!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/688vig_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7352119438373873184</id><published>2011-09-24T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:05:15.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocation?</title><content type='html'>I feel kinda vexed now cause like I want/have to find a job or just something to do (lah). ._. I think waitress-ing will be the easiest to find right? But like I have to be on my feet the whole day which would be taxing to my legs and back. ): HOW? Then what kind of jobs can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I want to do for my vocation, which is really frustrating. I'm not good in anything unlike others who are at least really good at something. :O Haiyooooo... But seriously I don't mind keeping plates and stuffs. I like stacking plates. But it's sorta physically demanding. After the surgery? I don't know. :O Aiya, I wish I can just do photo retouching for people, then that's the best. But mine's not really "professional" kind but at least something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, Cookie's wee wee is all better now. I helped him to get the infection pus thing out. I suppose if I didn't do anything it wouldn't heal by itself cause there was this layer of crust thing before getting to the real deal. I hope it's better now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7352119438373873184?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7352119438373873184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7352119438373873184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7352119438373873184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7352119438373873184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/vocation.html' title='Vocation?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5018858568549614536</id><published>2011-09-22T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:09:59.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little 'uns?</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about chest size. :D Okay, it'll be short and sweet cause I've got to off the com soon. ._.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I know it's like a hard to touch topic, well for me that is. Anyway, if you're a girl and you like the size of your chest just the way it is, then good for you. :D But this is for the little 'uns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes I know, I should be thankful for what I've been endowed with but I'm still human and no doubt will I never find *true* contentment. *angelic sounds* Alrighty then. It's not that I'm asking a lot, really. I don't have to be super BIG or something, At least something bigger that shows something from the side. It looks nicer right? Like that 'S' Figure. And sometimes I can't buy certain dresses because I'm not "armoured" enough, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, though it doesn't make a difference...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, and come on, who doesn't like bigger chests? Be honest and raise your hand. Nobody? Told you. Even girls will 'ogle' at other girls who are well endowed. I'm being honest here. Not out of some spiteful jealousy but it just catches your attention. Moreover, it just seems normal like it's the ideal size for a proper female. Was it recent or something but I think Australia has banned porn with girls who have small chests? Cause it's sorta like child porn or something cause the girls are not "matured" enough. Something like that. So you see, the ideal WOMAN, is expected to have an appropriate-sized chest, meaning something that you can see from the side. (if, you get what I mean.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But on the other hand. I don't have the problem of having certain unwanted attention. I mean, can you imagine, everywhere you go, eyes turn? And when people talk to you, they're looking at your chest and not your face? Well, I suppose the problem is only existent if you dress sexily and expose your cleavage. It's sorta like a 'you're asking for it' thing. But... It still does look nice. :D (Duhhhh~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm sorta grateful for what I'm given, given the fact that I don't have wandering eyes look at me... YAYS. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Okay, who plugged in Charissa's stupid cord?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note: No explicit content has been written. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5018858568549614536?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5018858568549614536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5018858568549614536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5018858568549614536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5018858568549614536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-uns.html' title='Little &apos;uns?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-3596469675304578803</id><published>2011-09-19T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:09:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more squirrels. ):</title><content type='html'>I am back. :DDDD Well, physically that is. Well, so this, and that, and there and here, and ahakfdjnaldjfsnaldsjfhlajdf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my mind is not really in the right state to really right because I cannot think at all. It is when it's super hyperactive that nothing really gets processed. OH MAN. It's so HARD to think of what to type next. ._. GAHHHHHS. My fingers really have stay still. Fidgeting. Fidgeting. Fidgeting. :OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm back. Hot weather here. No squirrels here. Less dogs in public here. But at least the toilet doors are fully sealed. In Boston, the toilet cubicles never fail to have this small little gap where you can peep in/out. :OOOO Perverts there are on the winning end. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mind's going crazy for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams in head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept quite a lot yesterday. Then. I bathed the hammies today because they stank because someone *ahem* didn't wash them and cleaned their cages PROPERLY. Cookie's wee wee has an infection because of that and now it's all swollen and red and has some stuff inside which might be pus or just infection-thingy. Poor Cookie. ): Must be really painful. When I was checking on each hammie when I got back, and when I saw Cookie's wee wee, I was like O.O. Cause it's freaking huge. Daddy says it might be because of Milo because he likes to go check the other boys' wee wee to make sure that they are not girls but it's highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Could it be STDs. :OOOO Crappy, what am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moooooving on. Next week for BY, we're going to the beach, yays! I love beaches, well sorta. I love making sandcastles. But I hate the dirty toilet paper-less toilets. BOOOOS! Bloob. .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHS. I wanna see a jellyfish. And eat jelly. How does jelly taste like. Are jellyfishes fish? No? WHY NO FINS?! Or tails? Or gills? Or or or fishy bits? WHYYYYY? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies I better stop typing. Byes. I feel like Ryan Higa being off the pill. Sorta. Kay, byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No heart this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-3596469675304578803?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3596469675304578803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3596469675304578803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3596469675304578803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3596469675304578803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-more-squirrels.html' title='No more squirrels. ):'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8867196219750653097</id><published>2011-09-08T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:43:23.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.tinypic.com/lyu1i.jpg" onmouseout="rog2040845870.src='http://i52.tinypic.com/lyu1i.jpg'" onmouseover="rog2040845870.src='http://i52.tinypic.com/2rqm547.jpg'"&gt;&lt;img border="0" name="rog2040845870" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/lyu1i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8867196219750653097?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8867196219750653097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8867196219750653097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8867196219750653097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8867196219750653097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-cry.html' title='Don&apos;t cry.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/lyu1i_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7464875694321489124</id><published>2011-09-08T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:43:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world?!</title><content type='html'>My leg's much much better now. YAYS. :D Yesterday we went to the Museum of Fine Arts. I'm not a big fan of arts but like since it's quite well known, why not, right? And we only went yesterday because after 3pm on Wednesdays, it's free. WOOHOOS! I know right, so cheapskate. But if not, it's like $22 a person which is pretty expensive to see naked people. Hehe. It was alright, we didn't really get to see everything cause it was big and stuffs and mummy threw away the map. .-. And it was getting dark so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of naked people, this is what happens when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist got lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The artist have no idea how it looks like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The artist was female?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The artist was rushing for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It got damaged maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2hfqq29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What in the world?! Where a guy's manhood suppose to be at, it's like splat, there you have it. ._. Anyway, I'm not into these kinda stuffs and I only took it to illustrate my point. SHEESH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the scariest pic was of John the Baptist's severed head, you can go see &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2390819051947.137953.1294992170&amp;amp;l=7961bf8783&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get freaked out huh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays, it'll be soon before I'm coming back. *sigh* SO FREAKING FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we had hot pot and I was so dumb to not order the crab first because it was super duper delicious! MEHHHHHS! Today, Aunty Sheba and her family are bringing us to eat some buffet, (again cause the hot pot was buffet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear to see the number when I step onto the scale. EEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited some crying lady which is super awesome (well to me...). :D Gonna upload it soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7464875694321489124?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7464875694321489124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7464875694321489124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7464875694321489124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7464875694321489124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world?!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/2hfqq29_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-1516776718508697565</id><published>2011-09-05T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:08:08.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th time. Nuuuuuuuuuu!</title><content type='html'>Today, my left knee popped again. It seems like it has happened so many times that I might have lost count. We were at Macy's and wanted some water, but the escalators were not working, so climbing down the flight of steps were one of the option. And then nearing the end, my left leg went down first, then it popped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the scariest part really is that the whole leg bends in such and awkward position and it gets locked there. I dropped my water bottle (which didn't matter at the moment), and had to straighten my leg whilst standing. And the lady in front of me was like (to me) "I saw it popped back in". Yeah freaky right. ._. The staff there were nice and got for me a chair to sit on. My whole leg was like totally screwed - the nerves, tendons and whatever shit's in there. I think this time's the worst though it might not seem so. Maybe it's because I had to step on the already weird-ed leg to stand on my right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it happened so fast so I can't remember exactly what happened, because in situations like these, the longer it takes for everything to be in alignment, the more the damage is. And I've been so worried about this actually taking place that, it seems nothing to be surprised about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, angry, disappointed, pain, I don't know what to feel really, it's like accepting some kind of fate thing. *shrugs* But I'll definitely feel more of the sad and disappointment bit if this happened after my surgery. Like totally. Because even though the doctor can give like some percentage of success for that surgery, I still think it's safer if I just replace the whole knee. Which would be sorta out of the norm because that's for old people who have worn out knees. What to do? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it hurts real bad. Like I've said, the worst of all I suppose. And it feels REALLY loose right now, like it constantly needs to be "cracked" (to be aligned properly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for my bad memory, I'm just gonna write down all the times it has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 years old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;L &lt;/b&gt;Badminton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 years old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;L &lt;/b&gt;High jump&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;13 years old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;L &lt;/b&gt;Curb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;14 years old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chiropractor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 years old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;L &lt;/b&gt;Poland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Light jogging at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;16 years old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;R &lt;/b&gt;Toilet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;L &lt;/b&gt;Boston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I don't need to add any more to this list. It's really scary when it comes because it's really super random. And I like things to be planned, if not I get hay-wired, well sorta. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can get better before the New York blahblah trip. :/ Don't want mummy to waste money by cancelling cause she paid full already. ):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You better stay where you outta be, stupid knees, if not I'll... I'll... I'll take your allowance for the rest of your lives. :OOOOOO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And you know what was the first thing I said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"At least I didn't fall down the steps."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-1516776718508697565?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1516776718508697565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=1516776718508697565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1516776718508697565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1516776718508697565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/8th-time-nuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='8th time. Nuuuuuuuuuu!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-4402292703342478757</id><published>2011-08-31T05:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T05:31:30.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green hair. :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.tinypic.com/16a9ok5.jpg" onmouseout="rog35944029.src='http://i52.tinypic.com/16a9ok5.jpg'" onmouseover="rog35944029.src='http://i56.tinypic.com/309qx3d.jpg'"&gt;&lt;img border="0" name="rog35944029" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/16a9ok5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-4402292703342478757?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4402292703342478757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=4402292703342478757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4402292703342478757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4402292703342478757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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onmouseover="rog1280048878.src='http://i56.tinypic.com/29dimww.jpg'"&gt;&lt;img border="0" name="rog1280048878" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/10xbzft.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7868369694791176537?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7868369694791176537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7868369694791176537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7868369694791176537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7868369694791176537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_31.html' title='Blue eyes.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/10xbzft_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-3246815150400423394</id><published>2011-08-26T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:55:15.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Irene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imwx.com/images/maps/truvu/map_specnews06_ltst_4namus_enus_600x338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's said that there's going to be a hurricane coming in the US, from New York to Boston. Total width: 430 miles wide. Pretty scary though. I wonder how it's going to be like. Maybe it's just going to be super windy for us. Cause the hurricane would most likely be dying off or something. *shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well. God please protect US and everyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-3246815150400423394?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3246815150400423394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3246815150400423394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3246815150400423394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3246815150400423394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/hurricane-irene.html' title='Hurricane Irene.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-1464439335190852335</id><published>2011-08-24T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T02:17:35.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go dip our hair into a colour of dye! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/izbw54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so fast that 3 weeks have passed already. I really can't imagine. :O I might really put on weight if I live here&amp;nbsp;permanently because the food portions are always so HUGE. And I'll be super stuffed right after. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair has grown slightly longer now, not too long, not too short. The length's kinda nice though. But I'd rather have longer hair which mummy would most likely disapprove of. You know, when you have longer hair, you can really play around with it and do stuffs to it. If I can, I would ombre dye dip my hair to like light pink? :D It'll be really nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much nothing much. Hope I ain't growing fat, it'll be a hard time for me to slim down. *GROWLS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, byes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Oink, oink!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-1464439335190852335?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1464439335190852335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=1464439335190852335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1464439335190852335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1464439335190852335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-go-dip-our-hair-into-colour-of-dye.html' title='Let&apos;s go dip our hair into a colour of dye! :D'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/izbw54_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-888981313340637976</id><published>2011-08-20T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:23:09.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, you *stupid* tourists.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I take back my word that there is lesser chance of rain here. Because when it rains, it POURS. Like mad. ): And my poor shoes get flooded. .-. BAHHHHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I still get bored waiting for mummy. And I'll be napping uncomfortably till my legs go numb. I become such a "zombie" in the morning, so lifeless and such. I really have no energy to walk! *pouts* And I cannot sleep in either. I mean, why would you waste your time in a different country sleeping in when you can be exploring like some stupid tourist?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I really hate inconsiderate tourists. You know when we looked around Harvard University campus (I think that was where we were), there was this family who kept taking a lot of pictures in front of Mr Harvard's statue. Like hello? There are other people waiting. SHEESH! And not say they're like really posing and having fun with the photos, but they're like standing straight and being boring. What a waste of people's time, and theirs, not to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I wanted to help take a picture of mummy sitting on some steps to a building, there this lady came in RIGHT BEHIND her. Like seriously wtf?! How am I suppose to take a freaking picture when there you go with your random stranger face and body just a step behind my mother? Oh, do you assume that I have already taken a picture? Well obviously, if I did, we would have left first already. DUMB ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really pissed at these kind of inconsiderate people. I mean for that lady, you could have chosen another step right? OR just wait. Seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing that cheered me up was this cute squirrel! :D Well, not exactly the cutest I've seen so far, but still... (I've got to see quite of lot of squirrels!) It was eating some food that a lady/girl/woman fed it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/9ggf4i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh... Don't mind me, I'm just nom-ing on this thing... I don't even know what I'm eating... But who cares..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe. :D Oh you squirrels! SO CUTE! And I'm going all dog crazy here because like dog owners can bring their dogs around so freely. Even on public transport. Like how AWESOME is that? Why are dogs so cute? Even big and ugly ones still quite cute, though big ones scare me a little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can I get a Chion please? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-888981313340637976?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/888981313340637976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=888981313340637976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/888981313340637976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/888981313340637976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/ah-you-stupid-tourists.html' title='Ah, you *stupid* tourists.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/9ggf4i_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-1073728833227783071</id><published>2011-08-11T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:14:48.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr Birdy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2la57w8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, while waiting for the bus, I made friends with a birdy. I shared my breakfast with him. ^^ (Assuming, he's a male.) He's really cute because once other birds come to steal his food, he will fly far away immediately. XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess it's much better now, since we're more or less more familiar with how things work here. It's much easier to travel round. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing much to say, just being bored while mummy works because the stupid hospital's wi-fi blocks a lot of websites. SHEESH. Even my comics. ): SAD! So I just sleep my time away. :/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-1073728833227783071?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1073728833227783071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=1073728833227783071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1073728833227783071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1073728833227783071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/hello-mr-birdy.html' title='Hello Mr Birdy!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/2la57w8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7811431184781941565</id><published>2011-08-08T07:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T07:21:55.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiawase Kissa Sanchoume. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/1zez95y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw squirrels on the way back home from the T. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I want to get a pet squirrel. ): But sadly I don't think it would have the freedom to jump and climb and roam about. ._. *sigh* WHY ARE SQUIRRELS SO FREAKING CUTE?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, we travelled about Downtown Crossing. And it's hard for me to take pretty pictures if it's just like sights and stuffs. I just anyhow took for memorial sake. Well, and it's also not safe to have the cam being exposed because there are camera snatching around here in America. SO, it's dangerous. And also, it also let others know that you are a &lt;b&gt;tourist&lt;/b&gt;. Not good either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I'm just doing some justice to the cam since we brought it along. *nods*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We almost got lost today on the way back, because we tried to re-route back via the shortcut (thus the squirrels) and in the end, we walked way past because we couldn't see behind the houses. .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be adding the pictures to this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2291311444319.133476.1294992170&amp;amp;l=f3668b8d1d&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;album&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;so do check it out if you want to. BUT it's really horrible. .-. Do it for the squirrels then. HEHS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been quite addicted to this manga, &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/shiawase_kissa_sanchoume"&gt;Shiawase Kissa Sanchoume&lt;/a&gt;. It's really funny and it's towards romance side, love it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays, that's for all now. BYES. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7811431184781941565?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7811431184781941565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7811431184781941565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7811431184781941565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7811431184781941565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/shiawase-kissa-sanchoume-d.html' title='Shiawase Kissa Sanchoume. :D'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/1zez95y_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7397843446461787645</id><published>2011-08-05T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:54:04.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel! :D</title><content type='html'>Finally sorta getting used to the time difference here, no more napping once we get back. Though I sleep much earlier now because I have to wake up early too. Phooey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures on me now, because it's tough having to carrying a laptop and to bring along my cam. HEAVY! Moreover the laptop charger in my bag adds on to the weight. ): But, we're going to Chinatown to have dim sum with Aunt Sheba and her friends. YUMS! :D Maybe then I can take something pretty. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I saw a squirrel on the way to the hospital. It's like SUPER CUTE! I mean, the name 'squirrel' itself is cute already, what can I say? XD Although I don't pronounce it how it should be. :/ I say it as 'squee-woal', without the 'r'. :D It's sounds much cuter. It's a pity I didn't have my cam with me, I took a picture of it with mummy's cam, maybe I can go nab it when we get back and I'll post it up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited] PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/b3rlt5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/123bnnr.jpg&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we try to roam about after mummy's work, though it might not be so comfortable because of the laptop. ): And I guess we don't need to worry about the cost of travelling because we bought this monthly ticket (USD 59). It might seem expensive but their public fares are really much costlier as compared to Singapore, so be grateful and stop complaining about bus/train fares. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey, gonna read some manga. I really think those cute ones are nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7397843446461787645?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7397843446461787645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7397843446461787645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7397843446461787645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7397843446461787645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/squirrel-d.html' title='Squirrel! :D'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/b3rlt5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6190034415608097679</id><published>2011-08-03T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:59:18.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nano. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2py6c28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 July 2010 - 2 August 2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll miss you my baby. ): You were the best hammie in the whole wide world, and even more when you had your 5 children, bringing more joy in the family. I can still remember how you carried your babies with your mouth to protect them. I really hope you did know that the 2 girls you used to live with were your babies. Hope you were comfortable with the massages and baths I gave you. You were so brave, when I noticed that your left ear had torn, it must have hurt a lot. You never bite me. How have I seen you grown from a child to an adult. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2hqxv0m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we first got you. Look how tiny you used to be. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2vhyfyx.jpg&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/f207wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2qsw8cz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love you Nano. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/948230990702220312-6190034415608097679?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6190034415608097679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6190034415608097679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6190034415608097679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6190034415608097679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/nano.html' title='Nano. ♥'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/2py6c28_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5922079673699401267</id><published>2011-08-02T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T08:43:45.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That number.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2dl1vv4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favourite picture of the house. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5922079673699401267?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5922079673699401267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5922079673699401267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5922079673699401267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5922079673699401267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-number.html' title='That number.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/2dl1vv4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7671437600522266766</id><published>2011-08-01T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T09:29:34.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 2 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/xcty77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It all started out from the airport in the small city of Singapore. There, 2 travellers embarked on their journey to the other side of the world, where both countries' day-night timings were like the poles of the earth. How strange. It only got stranger when the flight attendants mostly spoke a language called Japanese even though it's clearly obvious that the travellers did not speak their language. Why is it so?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Through the watching of a couple of movies on board, time has passed for Charissa. Not to forget the yummy food served which filled both&amp;nbsp;travellers' tummies to a level of satisfaction. Apart from a few minor air&amp;nbsp;turbulences, the rides on all flights were smooth. Very smooth indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a little hiccup on this journey, the luggages were delayed - oh dear. Despite the promise of having them delivered by that same evening, they never arrived till the next morning. So the poor travellers could not have a bath and have something to change into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the time zone difference has started to affect poor Charissa, or is it because it's an indication that she might fall ill? Well, time will tell. So far, Charissa has spent most of her time watching cartoons on&amp;nbsp;Nickelodeon's. Pssh, what a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yups, that was how things were so far. Our luggages were delayed real bad. And it might be an act of racial discrimination. *shakes head in disappointment* Oh well... But at least they had not been lost which would have been a lot worse. :O Really tired over here although life back in Singapore used to be in the reverse where when the country sleeps, I'm awake. But it seems like that has taken a toll on my body already and it might be showing here. Okay, it basically is jet lag. Sheesh. I feel kinda weak admitting that I might be experiencing jet leg (because I don't feel too good), like I'm some puny person who ain't strong enough. BAHS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And mummy's not helping by the way she just woke me up for dinner earlier. OH BOY. When does she ever learn that I need to settle down back to reality from dreamland. ._.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The weather over here is somewhat the same in Singapore, except I suppose with the lesser chance of having a raindrop falling over your head. I ain't no weathergirl. But night time's really nice and cooling, which is really good. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess that's all, hope that I can see nice stuffs and take pretty pictures. :D But first I need to have the energy to do so. ):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alrightey, just some pictures. Not artsy or whatever. It's hard when I just want the view, y'know?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/34e6tjn.jpg&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/14aa8p2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/16a7ade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/k9xoi0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/948230990702220312-7671437600522266766?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7671437600522266766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7671437600522266766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7671437600522266766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7671437600522266766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-2-days.html' title='First 2 days.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/xcty77_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-1993692117927248410</id><published>2011-07-29T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:18:01.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hours before flight to Boston.</title><content type='html'>So now, it's just hours away before I have to go to the airport. Well, we're going earlier to have dinner there. So yups. I'm more nervous than excited because really, it's going to be a new environment and I really really dislike and am scared of changes. You just can never be really prepared for anything coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm just more worried about the seating for one flight which is the longest of them all. Cause the seats are 34D and 34F, and it's like what happened to 34E?! But I hope that it's 3 seats in the center or something and they'll skip the stupid 34E. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. I suppose we're more or less packed. My stuffs pretty easy, more of clothes? Just a few tees, pants, shorts, tanks, and dresses and I'm all done. Might seem a lot looking at this 'list', but you should see how much more my mummy brought. At least 2 and a half times more than mine. :O But I suppose it's because she needs to have a variety for work. .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and we're stopping over at Japan for a while. :D Aiya shits, I just remembered that we can't buy anything because we don't have Yen. *face palm* And there I was daydreaming of getting some cute stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there can always be the pictures. *sparkly eyes* LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. .-. Just kinda nervous. EEKS! I really do hope they have nice movies so I can do a movie marathon. :D LALALALA. But I think mummy's going to nag me to go sleep. Oh phooey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing is to keep track of the timing, especially when transiting from Japan to Washington. Because Japan is 1 hour ahead of Singapore if I'm not wrong. We don't want to be thinking that we have an hour extra to hang about and to realize that we have missed our flight. That is NOT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, I guess that's all. I'll see what it'll be like over there. Bye for now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-1993692117927248410?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1993692117927248410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=1993692117927248410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1993692117927248410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1993692117927248410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/hours-before-flight-to-boston.html' title='Hours before flight to Boston.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8154573778339659753</id><published>2011-07-25T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:30:21.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short hair.</title><content type='html'>I've cut my hair! And it's not just it being TRIMMED, but it has&amp;nbsp;really really&amp;nbsp;been CUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those moments when I'm really rash where I want to cut my hair. I stand in front of the mirror, and use the scissors and just snip those locks off. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't really care and didn't "style" it so I had it trimmed the next day. So it's even shorter. Sorta. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/w1cr40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before trimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/25rgmdt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After trimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I've got to wait the many months and years (maybe) before it'll grow nice and long again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it'll grow back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Real Quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Right? ):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I'm back to being frumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BYES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8154573778339659753?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8154573778339659753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8154573778339659753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8154573778339659753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8154573778339659753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-hair.html' title='Short hair.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/w1cr40_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7590472913908901466</id><published>2011-07-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:20:16.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will care for you unless...</title><content type='html'>Is caring for a person conditional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder about the relationship of a couple after they have broken up. Do they still care for each other? Do they even still communicate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think it's ironical when 2 people who love each other so much can become like strangers after going through a ritual called a "break up". Don't you think so? It just seem so darn right fake (referring to their love)! Are we like robots where we can just switch of our "care" button just like that? No right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"But he/she will most likely have found another person to be with already. Who am I in his/her life to care?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking it as a worrying statement, good for you, because you're still a human with actual &lt;b&gt;feelings&lt;/b&gt;. If otherwise, you didn't love him/her in the first place, simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the statement is true otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You're nobody in my life now, why should I care for someone like you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this, my friends is what I call, a selfish person. No other word for that, I can assure you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So now, this care has become conditional. In order for "me" to care for you, you've got to be somebody important to me, like my partner. Even as a friend after a relationship, "I" may or may not care for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is this how the world's like? Full of uncaring people who need to have a valid reason to care? Is it even &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; hard to think of a person and wonder how he/she is doing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even sometimes friends you make go through this same conditional caring system. Can you think of a best/good friend you once had, and how you lost him/her? It's very sad isn't it? And sometimes what's the point of reaching out when the other party is not receptive at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you are a person who has a lot of friends, do you care for all of them? Or do you just treat them as people whom you hang out with when you're bored?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For me, I'd rather be that unpopular nerdy kid who has a few friends because that way I know I can show them as much care as I can. But what about the other way round? I may not be one of their few friends, just one of their many uncared for friends, I wouldn't know. But at least I know I doing my part as being a caring human with real feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it really that easy to forget a friend/lover? It might be hard, but is it really possible to not even give a shit about him/her after some time?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life is ironical as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Then why care in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7590472913908901466?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7590472913908901466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7590472913908901466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7590472913908901466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7590472913908901466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-will-care-for-you-unless.html' title='I will care for you unless...'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-235796041280717906</id><published>2011-07-13T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:17:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming to a standstill.</title><content type='html'>So lately I haven't really been blogging much. NOTHING'S GOING ON! .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think my neck's getting really bad, it's so freaking stiff! And I have no idea why. It's hurts a lot and I feel like I wanna put my head under a&amp;nbsp;guillotine&amp;nbsp;and have it do the job. :D Nah, that'll be too freaky, and it'll be a whole lot of mess for whoever's cleaning up. Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy keeps reminding to start packing for Boston. We're leaving on the 30th July (Saturday) early in the morning so technically it'll feel like it's a Friday night. It can get a little confusing with flights when it's past midnight. I almost got mixed up with the date of my Poland trip because of the after midnight = new day theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to pack other than just a few sets of clothes and undies and toiletries? But I'm not really sure how it'll be like over there. We haven't really plan on what to do when mummy's not working and after her 6 weeks at the hospitals. :O But one thing I really can't wait is the aeroplane food. HEEEES. I know a lot of people are like disgusted by them but it's really good any yummy and also, it's something you can't get on ground. I really like the fact that they practically feed you so very often on board and I have lots of om noms but it's not good when you need to watch your weight. *nervous laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that I can bring along my com now that it's no longer happily shutting down on me any more, but I doubt mummy would allow. And upon thinking of the luggage and my camera to bring for 2 females, it's probably not a good idea. But... ): I may have like some ideas to draw down and I can't do that on mummy's computer! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that there's a library nearby and mummy gives me permission to go on my own, and that the borrowing system allows foreigners to borrow books, I'll be as happy as ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably blog when I'm there? Maybe some interesting things if I do come across them. And I'll post pictures up on Facebook, that's for sure. If not why the hell with the heavy cam. .-. I know mummy and daddy don't like me saying "what the hell" or whatever but seriously, 'wth'. XD Okay okay, I'll try to use it less often. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I guess that's it. No pictures for today. NONE NONE NONE. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies byes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No, please don't go. Please stay! ):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-235796041280717906?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/235796041280717906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=235796041280717906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/235796041280717906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/235796041280717906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-coming-to-standstill.html' title='I&apos;m coming to a standstill.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8573806862067364122</id><published>2011-07-08T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:56:32.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/avl99f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penguin LOVE. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8573806862067364122?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8573806862067364122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8573806862067364122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8573806862067364122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8573806862067364122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/penguin.html' title='Penguin!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/avl99f_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-4429000449308532313</id><published>2011-07-07T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:48:02.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Advertorial&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does black lips seem enticing to you? How about a blogshop with models having black lips? Sounds UNIQUE? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblacksecret.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Black Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has just launched a new collection and they can't wait to spread the word of its AWESOMENESS. You know why? Not only do they have really pretty and unique clothing&amp;nbsp;apparels, and accessories, the best part of all this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Everything is under $20!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sounds really unbelievable right? So you don't have to worry about liking a pretty clothing and being scared that it'll burn a hole in your wallet. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking just at the new collection, my top three favourites are:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="408" src="http://i1207.photobucket.com/albums/bb476/theblacksecret/IMG_3094-horz.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black Vintage Pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="365" src="http://i1207.photobucket.com/albums/bb476/theblacksecret/IMG_3244-horz.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lily Dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="410" src="http://i1207.photobucket.com/albums/bb476/theblacksecret/IMG_3185-horz.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black Metallic Dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And don't forget, these are just chosen from the newest collection! :D And you know why the Black Vintage Pants is my favourite? Because it's only $19! And remembering from prices outside, a design similar costs more than $20 at least. *nods*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With every purchase, you can buy their very own tote bag at just $10! (Usual price is $15.) It's foldable which makes it convenient for you to keep into your bag for times when you need an extra bag. Or you can just use it by it's own. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://i1207.photobucket.com/albums/bb476/theblacksecret/lipsbag.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not only they have pretty clothing apparels and accessories, cheap prices, they have GIVE AWAYS too! :D So exciting right! 'Like' their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/theblacksecretpage"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; page for giveaways! And, there's also free giveaways on their &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/theblacksecret"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; page, simply follow and retweet, it's that simple! Maybe you might be thinking "Bahs, where got so good one?!", think again! In their last #TBSgiveaway3, they gave away 13 $5 TBSCASHVOUCHERS! So nice. So don't wait, they're currently having #TBSgiveaway4 and you may stand to win something! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And it can't get any better because, if you quote my name (Charissa Lum if you have no idea what it is), you'll get 10% off! YAYS! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So don't wait any longer, go check out their &lt;a href="http://theblacksecret.livejournal.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;, 'Like' their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/theblacksecretpage"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; page and follow their &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/theblacksecret"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/948230990702220312-4429000449308532313?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4429000449308532313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=4429000449308532313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4429000449308532313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4429000449308532313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/black-secret.html' title='The Black Secret.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-3929327661153592839</id><published>2011-07-07T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:40:30.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why there ain't any perfect couples.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2wf8ncm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I can't draw humans, if you can't tell. But you get the idea of the pic. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff4466;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-3929327661153592839?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3929327661153592839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3929327661153592839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3929327661153592839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3929327661153592839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-there-aint-any-perfect-couples.html' title='Why there ain&apos;t any perfect couples.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/2wf8ncm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5973825561500928491</id><published>2011-07-03T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:44:17.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the way you sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/qythco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the way Chip sleeps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5973825561500928491?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5973825561500928491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5973825561500928491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5973825561500928491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5973825561500928491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-way-you-sleep.html' title='Love the way you sleep.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/qythco_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8974678462386197819</id><published>2011-06-23T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:39:28.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2a64mf6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8974678462386197819?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8974678462386197819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-9179972855151104849</id><published>2011-06-22T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:17:28.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the dentist's.</title><content type='html'>I had a dental appointment today. I suppose a lot of people are kinda afraid of the dentist because it'll hurt a lot but if you take good care of your teeth, there shouldn't be any problem. I had to go on my own there because mummy had to work. ): And when I reached there, I didn't know how the system works so I asked the old receptionist guy for help and he's like "You've got a number? Don't have? Go register first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I know! I thought I had to register at the counter. Stupid old grouchy andropausal man. Bully me only, because I'm the only child whose parent didn't accompany. Hmmph! So I had to wait quite a while, what to do when it's a government thing, moreover it's free. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda nervous though because I didn't like the smell when I went in. There were like a lot of dental booths, like the ones at school only many times more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had actually expected a middle-aged female dentist but it turned out to be a young male dentist! That's a first, like seriously. (And he was kinda cute too. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he had a check on my teeth, the first question he asked was, "You had braces done before right?" Why do people think that? I suppose I have kinda straight teeth, but it can be straighter! (perfectionist alert) And he also said that my teeth were clean, and presumed I flossed daily (HAHS!) Though I really wished mine were pearly white though it seems impossible to achieve no matter how clean I brush my teeth. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he just had to clean up tartar and had some polishing done. They felt cleaner afterwards but the taste is just simple revolting, and mints don't help either! I had a tummyache after, though it &lt;b&gt;might&lt;/b&gt; not be related to the dental cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life were like that, where people actually complimented you, even if it's not direct (like my example above). I mean, if you complimented someone, "Hey, you have a really beautiful smile!", I'm sure he/she will be more confident when smiling and would have no obligations to smile more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course you should not let it get to your head and overwhelm you. Bad example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[scene: funeral]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman (crying): "He was a good man, why did he have to die so such a painful death?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You: *smiling as wide as ever*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woman: *sniffs* "Why are you freaking smiling at such a sad occasion, are you mad?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You: "Like my smile? :D Everyone tells me it's beautiful. (: You should smile too! You have a pretty mouth, come on, give me a smile. :D"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woman: *bawls her eyes out and runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You: *walks to the next person to traumatize with your smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just a dramatic crazy scene in my head, *chuckles* but seriously *serious-looking*, there's a time and place for everything, even if it's *ahem* showing off your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-9179972855151104849?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9179972855151104849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=9179972855151104849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/9179972855151104849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/9179972855151104849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-dentists.html' title='To the dentist&apos;s.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-9068952642954348552</id><published>2011-06-21T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:53:05.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of control.</title><content type='html'>I was wondering about how the world we live in is somehow able to control our lives. It's like, even if you want to end your life, you're in the wrong and it's against the law. But whose life is it anyway? Definitely not the law's or whatever bullshit. It's yours and yours only. So who's to say what to do with your life - to keep it or throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone wants to end his/her life, there must be a "valid" reason for such a decision. What if you're in so much pain and grief that it hurts to live each new day? What about euthanasia? I'm for it, definitely. Suffering every day with an illness, wouldn't it be better if everything ends? Isn't better when you can no longer feel the pain anymore? What's the life to keep if you don't have the ability to actually live properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really unfair to think that such a personal thing that is definitely yours is given no control by you. Attempted suicide calls for an arrest. Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't they leave us alone now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-9068952642954348552?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9068952642954348552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=9068952642954348552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/9068952642954348552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/9068952642954348552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/out-of-control.html' title='Out of control.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6691919703410610454</id><published>2011-06-20T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:04:42.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've still got a long way to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/21o63qv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When will it be my 21st?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6691919703410610454?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6691919703410610454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6691919703410610454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6691919703410610454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6691919703410610454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-still-got-long-way-to-go.html' title='I&apos;ve still got a long way to go.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/21o63qv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-740801393910784185</id><published>2011-06-06T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:43:34.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawlessly white.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/23sgl15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet my new display picture. :D I was trying out with flash photography, trying to achieve that super white look. Maybe next time I'll try a different way because apparently the flash makes my eye colour weird, but the hair colour is awesome! :D Reddish-brown, HEEEES. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alrightey, I guess that's all. There are more pics on my Facebook which can be found &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2116401551681.125936.1294992170&amp;amp;l=784a1611aa"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I only added a tinge of lip colour because I guess my lips turned paler from the flash, :/ And anyway, editing is hard when everything's so white and bright. But of course the whiteness makes my skin look flawless. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-740801393910784185?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/740801393910784185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=740801393910784185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/740801393910784185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/740801393910784185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/flawlessly-white.html' title='Flawlessly white.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/23sgl15_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-1035840214361745926</id><published>2011-06-01T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:05:01.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladybugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/10pww9j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/f42mtu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/16h40ti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-1035840214361745926?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1035840214361745926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=1035840214361745926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1035840214361745926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1035840214361745926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/ladybugs.html' title='Ladybugs.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/10pww9j_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-2533124014065268628</id><published>2011-05-23T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:28:19.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing. :D</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, Vivian and I went out. :D But the problem with going out is, where on earth to go?! Even wanting to head out for lunch is a freaking problem. ): I forgot how we decided on going to Orchard area, but I remember wanting to bring her to eat some cook your own food and own ice cream place (forgot the name). And I remembered this place because my parents brought di and I to eat there LONG AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alas, our wandering journey to find cineleisure begun. We were lost, walking around Orchard area, and when we head down through the underpass via Ion Orchard, we got distracted by shoes. LOLS! Thus in the end we had to ask for directions. :/ We quickly head on down in the RIGHT direction because our tummies were grumbling and growling. And Vivian's baby toe started to hurt because of her shoes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end we could not find the place because like I said, it was a long time ago since I last ate there. But we settled on down for something else quite interesting. The place was called &lt;i&gt;Javier's &lt;/i&gt;and it specialized in&amp;nbsp;rotisserie and salad bar. It was pretty cool, because we had 1/4 chicken and could take as much as we could eat and as much as the plate could carry from the salad bar. But it was only one time so it's not really like a buffet. But it's totally enough, like seriously. We were stuffed to the max. I think just the salad bar itself is enough, because after stuffing yourself with the salad bar, you don't really have the appetite with the chicken. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we could have been smarter by sharing so that we wouldn't be so full but oh well, lesson learned. We hung around there to let our poor tummies rest so we chat and stuffs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i51.tinypic.com/kxqap.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivian being such a natural model. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/35iucmb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Using the secondary cam with horrible greenish outcome. .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After which we went to Far East because Vivian had to buy a pair of comfortable open-toed shoes. And we shopped there. Compared to Bugis Street, it's really small and we went round and round several times. XD But it's definitely not as crowded. Vivian managed to buy a pretty Hello Kitty wallet but she told me the next day it started to peel off. ): And she was so happy when she bought it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought a nice outing sling bag for when I wear dresses and 2 tees. But mummy says it was a waste of money because the tees weren't such a good quality. :/ But it was cute! Like it was green (I was looking for green) and it said Twitter Birds with birdies. :DDDD The other tee was just the plain old common&amp;nbsp;Heineken tee ( I wanted to try that).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that was it, I was really tired when I got home. So much for shopping. :/ It's tiring, and waste of money! .-.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday daddy bought for me this cute long sleeve tee with hoodie. :D It's like hot pink with a cute zebra on it. And the hoodie had cute ears! ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-2533124014065268628?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2533124014065268628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=2533124014065268628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2533124014065268628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i51.tinypic.com/atswna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-3764904896458595807?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3764904896458595807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3764904896458595807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3764904896458595807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3764904896458595807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/daddys-day-d.html' title='Daddy&apos;s day. :D'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/atswna_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8566443483777516665</id><published>2011-05-09T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:28:55.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda-less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/a4bsr5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm trying this under eye little gel mask. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully I'll become less of (cute 'lil panda bear). :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8566443483777516665?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8566443483777516665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8566443483777516665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-1302793097190133478</id><published>2011-05-06T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:14:49.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit in or not?</title><content type='html'>I think in life, everyone wants to try to fit in - it's a basic instinct of being accepted that drives us to do so. But yet somehow I have this inner feeling of wanting to be known for something good (of course .-.). But yet I don't know what good about me can be used for my urge for people to recognize me. Wanting to fit in but yet stand out - does it become contradicting? Would I be called betraying my own self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only reason I can think of of being "famous" is that maybe I'll feel good about myself. Moreover, there'll be people assuring me of that. I mean you can't be otherwise when so many others say you likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose sometimes standing out&amp;nbsp;can be to your advantage, because you can attract certain people's attention without any problems. If you're a tiny little nobody, who would notice you? Right? No matter how exaggerated your actions may be, it'll still be nothing to the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course you wouldn't want people to note your every move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Code red: Subject is taking a dump."&lt;br /&gt;"Code blue: Subject is farting."&lt;br /&gt;"Code black: Subject spotted spies, hide!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That was just an exaggerated example but I think you get what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Equally, if someone can attract "lovers", he/she can also attract them "haters".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But if it were me, I think not? Well, maybe there are people who hate me but I'll never know. Hmmm... Actually, if a person with good traits were to be humble, there ought to be no haters. These "haters" are actually people who are just downright jealous that they aren't good enough. True?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lesson to be learnt: Be humble no matter what. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it alright to have a crush (or crushes) but not have to go into a relationship?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because it sucks like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But I still want to love and be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bahhhs. Crap feelings! Hmmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/21m7sys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-1302793097190133478?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1302793097190133478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=1302793097190133478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1302793097190133478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/1302793097190133478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/fit-in-or-not.html' title='Fit in or not?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/21m7sys_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5606261162345990955</id><published>2011-05-05T16:07:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:29:30.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuffnang Movie Contest - Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/POTC1-725x1024.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Arrr me hearty! I be seein' thar's a new pirate movie comin' out. Arrr! Be sure t' check 't out! Must be some good stuffs since 'tis one o' ours. Hahahahahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright enough of the pirate language, it can be quite hurting to the eye. First off, we've got to head onto Queen Anne's Revenge to complete the &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/AllAboardSG"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All Aboard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;contest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who wrote the novel &lt;i&gt;On Stranger Tides&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me give y'all a clue:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;_ _ _ &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; _ _ _ _ _ _&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All you've got to do is a little googling. Simple as that! :D *children cheers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now here comes the BIG question, why should I win the pair of tix?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yeah why?! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For students, this period is a really crucial time of the year because it's EXAMS! *exaggerated gasp* Everyone's all mugging so hard, not getting enough sleep, being all freaking stressed out from the need to cramp so much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;information into their teeny tiny brains. Cruelty to children TTM! No matter how&amp;nbsp;devastating&amp;nbsp;this time of the year can be, we can all be assured that every student is looking forward to the end of this momentary oppression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*dramatic music*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE END OF EXAMS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However coincidental it might seem, the gala premier of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;so happens to fall on the day my brother has his last paper. :D And the very thing every student can think of when they have finished their last paper is to SCREAM/ SHOUT/ WHATEVER in celebration of the end of the dark days! Woohoos! And what better way to celebrate than to have a night out, which includes *dramatic whisper* watching&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Pirates of the Carribean: On Stranger Tides&lt;/i&gt;. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that concludes my reason! (It's a good reason aye? (:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Catch &lt;i&gt;Pirates of the Carribbean: On Stranger Tides&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;movie starting from 19th May 2011 and join the official Disney Studios Singapore &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/disneystudiosSG"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/disneystudiosSG"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;page!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To end it off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2hqqyo8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARRR!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I couldn't help but play Pirate Yourself. :/&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/948230990702220312-5606261162345990955?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5606261162345990955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5606261162345990955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5606261162345990955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5606261162345990955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/nuffnang-movie-contest-pirates-of.html' title='Nuffnang Movie Contest - Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/2hqqyo8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-3843399392650663015</id><published>2011-05-04T15:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:15:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A so called "relaxing" trip.</title><content type='html'>How do you pronounce Genting? Jan-ting or Gurn-ting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging much about my life as much as before so excuse me for my lost of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip to Genting wasn't really planned before hand because my aunt and her friend couldn't make it so mummy and I were their replacements. But nevertheless, I looked forward to it for its cold weather. It wasn't so much as to play at the theme park because I've been there a few times before so everything's about the same. Thus, it was meant to be a relaxing trip but I think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely not as stressful as having to rush here and there to queue up for the rides but, our feet were tired from all the wandering around. Yes, wandering. There really isn't much to do if you're not there for the theme park or to gamble. The shopping experience... Can be better though. Even how much cheaper Malaysian Ringget can be, things can be pretty expensive. After all, there &lt;i&gt;are &lt;/i&gt;better places to shop in Malaysia, just not at Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best buy to me was the candy floss. ^^ I mean, 2.50 RM for a huge ass piece of candy floss?! Compared to the cheapest $2 in Singapore which doesn't have as much candy as compared to the one at Genting. But of course, you got to buy the one that is freshly made. You wouldn't want to eat a candy floss that has been&amp;nbsp;shriveled&amp;nbsp;up like some dead plant or something. But sadly, I couldn't buy an extra candy floss to be brought back home because the shop wasn't open yet! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had brought along my 60D to take some pictures and to make use of that huge ass camera sitting in my closet. I think through this trip, I have learnt to get use to the weight? Though sometimes mummy helps me carry my camera. It's not that I'm bullying her or something, I get neck cramps so very often. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the journey was really spent travelling, especially going up to Genting because there was a really bad jam from Singapore custom to Malaysia custom, so bad it took up 4 hours of our time. ): But at least I could watch movies on board! :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to them pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they disappeared with the mist on the way back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhhhhhhhhhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a test for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see here first? It must the first thing that you see. Be honest! Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/xu1eh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so what did you see first?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you answered a sexy&amp;nbsp;mannequin&amp;nbsp;wearing smexy lingerie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're a freaking pervert! (hor!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But if you saw the cute bears first, you're all clean. (: *pats head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well anyway, I shan't post the rest of the pictures up here. But I shall end it off with a picture mummy forced me to take (she didn't focus properly but oh well).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/ezfj1l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can tell, I'm not too very happy about it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can find the rest of the pictures &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2038023712284.121947.1294992170&amp;amp;l=fdf084defd"&gt;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/948230990702220312-3843399392650663015?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3843399392650663015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3843399392650663015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3843399392650663015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3843399392650663015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-called-relaxing-trip.html' title='A so called &quot;relaxing&quot; trip.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/xu1eh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-3410621233895324312</id><published>2011-04-26T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:24:38.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyan cat goes meow not nyan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QH2-TGUlwu4?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cat is saying "meow" more likely than "nyan" because you don't hear cats going "nyan" any day. That'll be way too freaky. Enjoy getting annoyed by its super cuteness. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-3410621233895324312?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3410621233895324312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3410621233895324312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3410621233895324312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3410621233895324312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/nyan-cat-goes-meow-not-nyan.html' title='Nyan cat goes meow not nyan.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QH2-TGUlwu4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5111487120789697146</id><published>2011-04-19T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:12:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's own day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2m6pv1z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy birthday mummy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5111487120789697146?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5111487120789697146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5111487120789697146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5111487120789697146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5111487120789697146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/mummys-own-day.html' title='Mummy&apos;s own day.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/2m6pv1z_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-3272845945970913193</id><published>2011-04-17T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:51:06.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got new shoes!</title><content type='html'>And they're in my favourite colours too. *mad happy* Hope they don't make my feet hurt though. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/dg5ds6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/izw952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/b82pvl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2n011dg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/250v3fo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can do photo adverts lor! What do you think? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-3272845945970913193?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3272845945970913193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3272845945970913193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3272845945970913193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3272845945970913193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-got-new-shoes.html' title='I&apos;ve got new shoes!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/dg5ds6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5942922435080581712</id><published>2011-04-07T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:17:41.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I, really?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered who you really are sometimes? I do, and I question myself that every day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really know me, you will know that I'm a complete different person from what I write online or on the phone. It just makes me wonder if I'm being such a phony, tricking people who know me online into thinking I'm such a person (of whatever they think of me, of course). It's not that I go against my real self, disbelieving the morals I have or changing the opinions that I strongly believe in, but it's just that I feel I don't say whatever I "say" in real life. Does that make me fake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's online or on the phone, I have the liberty to say things that I don't have to be brave enough to say. I'm naturally shy so maybe I'm such a big ass coward that I don't speak things freely. But whatever I write online or on the phone, has been processed by my mind, so it's got to be still me right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now hear comes the next part. So, what if someone likes your other self but not your real self? (Note: I'm not talking about love-like.) Have you become 2 different people then? One likable and the other not. Then in that case, are you still who you are you think you are? Are you fake now? It's hard to decide when both ideas start to clash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why is it that the someone you aren't whom doesn't exist in this world have to be the likable one? Can you exchange roles? After all, what's more "important" is who you are in real, it's just reality isn't it? You can't possibly have someone just "living" with your fake self every single day of your life. It's just not possible. What about human interaction? None? Then it's just a bummer then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what are you to do? How can you&amp;nbsp;in-cooperate&amp;nbsp;someone that doesn't exist into your reality? I wish I could be that someone. I want to be. I like her so much that even I myself dislike who I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I switch with you, non-existent one?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5942922435080581712?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5942922435080581712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5942922435080581712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5942922435080581712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5942922435080581712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-am-i-really.html' title='Who am I, really?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-3984133256809693186</id><published>2011-03-31T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:00:06.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 16 now, then what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/mmtvkw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was my birthday present when I was 7. I hadn't expected anything from my parents because I already had a birthday party at KFC. It was my very first birthday party* and I suppose I was really really happy. Which child wouldn't be in a situation like this? My parents presented me this "Princess Crown" during the party and I must have smiled till my cheeks hurt. You might think it's silly but you must understand that I hardly get any toys or gifts from my parents so I treasured it a lot. It had some lights attached to the front which could be switched on and off. But sadly, that broke after some time but I still loved it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mother helped my wear the crown and I felt like the prettiest girl there. Being the simple minded me, it was the best gift ever. I felt like there were no troubles in the world. Everything is happily ever after.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fast forward 9 years later. The crown is still kept, but the effect on me is no longer the same. What changed? Maybe I have gown up. Maybe the meaning got lost over the years. My parents no longer give me presents. The birthday party I had 9 years ago was also the last one I had*. Why? I thought children had birthday parties? I remembered going to quite a few. Was I different from them? I thought it was quite unfair but I remained quiet. I don't want to kick up a fuss like as if I'm a spoiled brat demanding presents and cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've grown to realize that birthdays aren't about all those. It's just the day you were born x years ago. Simple as that. But there's still the feeling of the need to have it celebrated the traditional way. Is it because of society that creates this need to conform us to the ways of the world? It's like as if, if you don't celebrate your birthday, it's not "right" because "Hello, it's your BIRTHDAY?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When my mother asked me how I wanted to celebrate my birthday this year, I told her I didn't want one. She said that "she could save money that way". I knew she was just joking but it still had the effect on me like it wasn't a joke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My parents "celebrate" my birthday every year with a dinner treat. It's not want I want but I don't say anything. Food is something temporary and will be passed out as waste in the end, whether or not it was cheap or expensive, horrible or delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another reason why I don't ask for presents is because they're just objects and have a certain life expectancy just like us. But I suppose the idea of presents is the thought and not the object itself. Someone would feel appreciated being given a flower even though it will wilt in a few days' time. The flower didn't do anything - it's the thought that counts. I guess that's where the phrase comes from.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A birthday means another year has passed since your previous birthday. It means you're getting a year older. And with that, you're expected to be more mature, whether mentally or physically. But I don't see any difference in me right now. It's not as if today I would have my "stats" added immediately, like in a game (mental maturity: +1, physical maturity: +1). A birthday is a day just like any other day of the week. The maturity growth happens over a period of time and a birthday is just a normal day which adds on to this "period of time".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Getting a year older means a year closer to your death day. People avoid this topic but it's true anyway and will always exist whether you like it or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It also means the need for urgency to do things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Studying? Finding a job? Getting married? Looking for a place to stay? Having children? (Anything else that is part of life.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Days will pass this day. The date of your birth. Then what? Another birthday again? Will you still think the same about this day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm 16 now. 2 more years till I can get a driving license and drink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then what next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*I had other birthday parties but I didn't get to choose who I invited (just relatives).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3366;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-3984133256809693186?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3984133256809693186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=3984133256809693186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3984133256809693186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/3984133256809693186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-16-now-then-what.html' title='I&apos;m 16 now, then what?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/mmtvkw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7558661774181231197</id><published>2011-03-27T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:30:57.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just hover and be admired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/ix6n1u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing artsy here. It is just one of those days when the rain is by a passing rain cloud. I just wanted to keep that image of the sorta dark clouds hovering over the HDBs. Isn't God amazing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7558661774181231197?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7558661774181231197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7558661774181231197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7558661774181231197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7558661774181231197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-hover-and-be-admired.html' title='Just hover and be admired.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/ix6n1u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-11734648455208107</id><published>2011-03-24T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:42:58.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jun Hye Jin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cleanclearisshus.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/jun_hye_jin_reveal_their_wedding_photos-scaled500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do I look like her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's what my uncle said. She acted in Family's Honor and mentioned that I resembled her. Hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe a little? But I'm definitely no where near her level of beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*skips around (in my mind)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note: It was the closest picture I could find where I looked a little bit like her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-11734648455208107?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/11734648455208107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=11734648455208107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/11734648455208107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/11734648455208107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/jun-hye-jin.html' title='Jun Hye Jin'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5383936070923909268</id><published>2011-03-23T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:44:14.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigger ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/jpewpc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know what I'll do without Tigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5383936070923909268?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5383936070923909268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5383936070923909268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5383936070923909268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5383936070923909268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/tigger.html' title='Tigger ♥'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/jpewpc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7489607160696544351</id><published>2011-03-16T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:23:34.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking cookies + cupcakes = ♥</title><content type='html'>Phew! I'm feeling pretty tired because why? I just baked cookies AND cupcakes! *happy face* Wait, I gotta correct that sentence. *ahem* We baked cookies. WE WE WE WE WE = Vivian and I. YAYS! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivian came over to my place and we walked together to take a bus to Simei. We had our lunch at Eighteen Chefs. YUMS! But the waiter (?) made a mistake with my order. :/ But oh well. I like the ice cream. Mmmmmmm~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went over to this store which sold bakery needs and everything there were so pretty. *stars in my eyes* But of course we had to concentrate and get our ingredients. We managed to get everything except the brown sugar and baking soda. Reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brown sugar: We only needed really little and they sold 1kg so it was not worth buying. In the end, we replaced it with normal sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baking soda: Couldn't find. And we thought we could get it from the supermarket instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! We totally forgot about the baking soda because we thought we didn't need to go to the supermarket to just buy brown sugar. And so the trip to the supermarket was off and no baking soda was bought. OH CRAPS! *gasp gasp gasp* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only found out that we lacked the baking soda once we reached home. AW MAN! But luckily, I managed to find some old baking powder which I have no idea why it's there at home since we got the oven a few months ago. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mysterious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent like 5 hours+++ to bake and clear up. Tiring ttm! But the results were really satisfying, especially the cookies. ^^ We made in total 220 cookies but maybe we could have made more because the first 2 batches were bigger cookies. However, we burnt the first batch of cupcakes because I forgot which was the "baking mode" and I couldn't find the manual. So I must now remember, baking = bottom heat. I wondered why we didn't google which heat to use for baking beforehand. *bangs head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I shall let the pictures do the talking. The rest can be found &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2272580&amp;amp;l=66822155b6&amp;amp;id=1294992170"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/kdk9aq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/x360qt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The burnt cupcakes! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2qwk3dd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/i259fq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/35bt5z8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/ilyn1f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Vivian posing for the camera with the cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/bi304j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOTS OF COOKIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/9jj1bt.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAINBOW. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7489607160696544351?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7489607160696544351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7489607160696544351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-1402200985976739310</id><published>2011-03-11T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:49:49.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/hwe8zn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-1402200985976739310?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1402200985976739310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5887254721050061827</id><published>2011-03-03T15:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:03:05.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr bear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/tasqgw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr bear hanging onto the big screen. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note: I'm not some talented artistic person so just bear with the childish drawing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5887254721050061827?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5887254721050061827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5887254721050061827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5887254721050061827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5887254721050061827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/mr-bear_03.html' title='Mr bear.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/tasqgw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6806497205894754991</id><published>2011-03-03T14:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:01:29.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A touch of Photoshop.</title><content type='html'>Edited 3 celebs whom I have no idea what their names are. I took the pics from google search of celebs without makeup next to their "with makeup" look. So obviously I just edited the without makeup picture. DUHHH~ Well anyway, it's just really light makeup, not those heavy drastic type. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/11kky6s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/ostjs4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/e8n39e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/mrwwtj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/20jolc7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/3133lo7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Credits: google search. (WHAT? *shrugs*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6806497205894754991?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6806497205894754991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6806497205894754991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6806497205894754991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6806497205894754991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/touch-of-photoshop.html' title='A touch of Photoshop.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/11kky6s_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7619788464960943839</id><published>2011-03-02T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:42:11.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby Pepper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/fa4e54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;25 November 2010 - 1 March 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's really sad that Pepper passed away, and it was only so recent that she was so frail and weak. She had trouble opening her eyes and kept curling herself up. It was so weird that she wasn't her usual active self, where she would squirm in my hands. And to think that I thought she needed some sleep and she would be all better. She couldn't walk or stand well. And the worst thing was that she was so light and skinny. I even remembered commenting that she was getting fat just 3 days ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll miss how she squeaks when I tickle her cheeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll miss how she was the most well-behaved hammie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll miss how she stuffs herself silly with food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll miss how she grabs her sunflower seeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll miss how pretty she was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll miss how she likes being stroked and massaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll miss her loads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She was my favourite hammie and will always be in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hoped she knows how much I loved her when I always kissed her. I hope she knows that. I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If she had been suffering, it was best that she left. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love you Pepper, where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/rs5u8j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rest in peace Pepper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7619788464960943839?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7619788464960943839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7619788464960943839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7619788464960943839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7619788464960943839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-baby-pepper.html' title='My baby Pepper.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/fa4e54_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8546992455529565192</id><published>2011-02-22T23:05:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:02:42.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl named Chloe.</title><content type='html'>Edited a picture. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/30c6ftf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2920ig4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had wanted to make it a rollover but I got a lil frustrated learning how to do it because I think they were meant for the site itself and not a post. .-. Oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to google search. I forgot the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8546992455529565192?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8546992455529565192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8546992455529565192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8546992455529565192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8546992455529565192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/girl-named-chloe.html' title='A girl named Chloe.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/30c6ftf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6314905087600452549</id><published>2011-02-20T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:03:21.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't we have 3 legs?</title><content type='html'>You know how it is when you feel like your world is falling apart, it actually does crumble? When you think that it can't get any worse, it does? When it seems like there's a glimmer of hope (somewhere), it disappears right before your eyes? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sucks right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I sorta feel like that now, because of my dumb knee. I suppose if it happened to my left knee, it'll be more understandable, being termed as "老毛病". But no, the worse has happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the right knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It really was unexpected. I wasn't even doing any vigorous activity or hopping or any sorts. And you know what? I was in the toilet, at KKH. A FREAKING HOSPITAL. I really find the "accident site" really funny. I mean, in the toilet?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the gist:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had already worn my undies, so I was bending down about to pull my shorts up, when it happened. I wasn't even moving my legs. .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it was really freaky and grotesque (even I have seen it for like 7 times already). And the worst thing was that I couldn't even get down on the floor to straighten my leg because of the lack of space. F-! I suppose no one can really imagine what I'm trying to say because it never happened to them, but an "expert" like me, it really is hard to straighten it whilst standing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How am I suppose to straighten the lower half of my leg, which isn't really connected to the upper half, with gravity against me? And the worst thing was the it was JAMMED, real bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. My leg is bent 90°&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. It's the first time so it's tight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I had to relax a bit to loosen it, sat on the toilet bowl and push it back in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The pain is unimaginable, the sight is freaking disgusting. No one should ever experience this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So mummy went out to get a wheelchair for me because my leg is weak and it hurts badly. I went to the A&amp;amp;E, blah blah blah, then home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So now what? Which leg CAN I depend on? It's hard using the crutches because my left leg is ALSO my bad leg. WHUTTTT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had thought that my right knee would be mighty fine, and I could at least hop and stuffs, but everything's lost. Mummy says that I should be grateful that at least I have legs. But I think otherwise. This is worse than not having legs. I can bear the pain, but the uncertainty of WHEN it'll happen is scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can be happily walking and then WHOOPS, fall right onto the ground. Nobody really can understand, I mean, what do YOU know? O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It kinda feel hopeless, you know? I mean, if you have cancer, you go for chemo. If you have something wrong inside your body, you go for surgery. Physio doesn't help, and I have the feeling that surgery might not help either, unless I get a new pair of legs or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just want to be a normal girl. It's not fair, why do I only get 10 years which of I can't remember anything of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why do others get it so easy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note: It happened on 180211, Friday. What was I doing at the hospital? For my doctor's appointment, dummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/1e8lfl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to the y'old knee brace and wheelies (to elevate my leg). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6314905087600452549?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6314905087600452549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6314905087600452549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6314905087600452549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6314905087600452549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-dont-we-have-3-legs.html' title='Why can&apos;t we have 3 legs?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/1e8lfl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6224371396333267793</id><published>2011-02-14T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T02:44:50.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be mine? Ughh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/nb3ih0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't see why the big fuss over Valentine's Day. Sure, it's a day for a couple but other than that? Gifts? Lunch? Dinner? *Insert anything else here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why must it be that this one day, couples go the extra mile to prepare something special for their loved one? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really think it'll be more meaningful if  every day is "Valentine's Day" for couples. Why wait for February the 14th? Why not other days? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SHEESH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My brain is too tired to think of other points to support my argument. But hey, you get the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actual date: 160211, 2:44AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6224371396333267793?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6224371396333267793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6224371396333267793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6224371396333267793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6224371396333267793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-mine-ughh.html' title='Be mine? Ughh.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/nb3ih0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7537878653936061432</id><published>2011-02-08T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T02:46:14.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a neat drawer. Jealous? (:</title><content type='html'>Note: I'm going to be a cheater and change the posting date. Actual date: 160211, 1AM+ (?) HAHS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking for something in my drawer and I couldn't find it so I went to pack my whole drawer. In the end, that something wasn't in my drawer in the first place. So much for all the sneezing. -.- But I guess I got a neat drawer in return? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I switch to my "super duper neat" mode, I really go to the extreme. I just throw away things like I just don't care. Even usable stuffs suffer my wrath. MUAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I just want to show whoever's reading my neat drawer because I'm so ever proud of it. *puffs out chest* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/1hfcw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It might seem messy, but it's really neat, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2i12uxg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "before" was way worse. DRASTICALLY worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/i1jtsm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; [Toy camera filter]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2nq40mh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's just a cute bunny on a hongbao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And oh yeah, I think I got more hongbao money as compared to last year. :D And the thing that bugs me most is that di and I never ever get the same amount of hongbao money. It's just weird. Even though we can get the same amount of hongbaos, the money never tally. As for this year, di got more hongbaos than me, but somehow I got more money than him. WEIRD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think CNY was kinda okay, but I sometimes dread seeing my relatives. Di and I don't belong to the same age group as my cousins on my mummy's side, and we're not that close to my cousins on my daddy's side. :/ SHEESH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only enjoyed the steamboat reunion dinner. But definitely not the stomachache received from it. I don't see the great deal about abalone now. I suppose the reason I liked eating them was because they were expensive. I mean, expensive = delicious right?! But it sorta taste a little like mushroom to me. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright done done done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go away auto-taggers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/948230990702220312-7537878653936061432?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7537878653936061432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7537878653936061432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7537878653936061432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7537878653936061432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-got-neat-drawer-jealous.html' title='I&apos;ve got a neat drawer. Jealous? (:'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/1hfcw1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8740590980371430042</id><published>2011-02-01T02:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T03:43:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Guess what this is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2z8vhvm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/16b0lxl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Getting closer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2pqnb6c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;It's a stamp! (home-made)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And it's for someone.  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/25p3h4i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8740590980371430042?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8740590980371430042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8740590980371430042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8740590980371430042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8740590980371430042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/2z8vhvm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-594941845091031047</id><published>2011-01-30T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:25:42.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin's wedding.</title><content type='html'>On Saturday evening, I attended my cousin's wedding. I'm really lazy to go upload some of the pics here so if you want to see them, they're &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=1294992170&amp;amp;aid=105622" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, not all the pictures are taken by me, because I'm too busy eating. :D I only took some of the nice ones, which I'll post some of them here. ^^ And I'm really not into taking pictures of events like this or anything somewhat similar because I think it just stops all creativity. You have to take pictures of the event itself. Mehhs! I'll prefer things that are just not of the norm. If I'm creative to think of what my subject would be, that is. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was the first time that I get to sit at the VIP table with the bride and groom. SO COOL! We don't need to serve our own food. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/15gean5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a rose behind each VIP chair. Pretty.&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/amz901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rose petals that were thrown upon the bride and groom's arrival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/16kry9g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lonely wine cup. ): [Used miniature filter]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/316m2ox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/rk1ytx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pretty wedding cake. If only it were real cause it looks really yummy. :/ [Used miniature filter]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2ypc57c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cork from the champagne bottle. It somehow looks like a little guy. :D [Used toy camera filter]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2gsmmbt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is really cool because I had this crazy idea and picked up some of the petals and a leaf from the floor and made it like a rose. Bet no one thought of that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And if you cannot imagine how on earth it can be a rose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/wbrpsj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess that's all. Marriage still means nothing to me. I still don't plan to get married even though it's still early now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess that's all. If you want to check out the rest of the pictures, go &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=1294992170&amp;amp;aid=105622" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&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/948230990702220312-594941845091031047?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/594941845091031047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=594941845091031047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/594941845091031047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/594941845091031047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/cousins-wedding.html' title='Cousin&apos;s wedding.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/15gean5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6906330618246841316</id><published>2011-01-27T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:03:29.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little red guy. (:</title><content type='html'>We were given a little piece of plasticine last last week for Sunday school to make something unique (it was about God's workmanship and stuffs, so yeah). And I made this little red guy with a heart and I didn't bother to take a picture of it until now. .-. It wasn't as nice as before because I had put it in a box with some foam thing and it kinda left little black stuffs on it. -.- &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2s9271y" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2s9271y.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=i269mu" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/i269mu.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=15p1ljq" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/15p1ljq.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I find myself being more "artistically inclined" when I shape/mould things rather than drawing. But might not always be the case though. Like how I can make a Hello Kitty model and yet I can't seem to draw her on paper. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And 2 random shots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/25ajdc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meow meow. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=14axu7t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/14axu7t.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trees somehow look kinda scary to me. .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well, I guess that's it, wish I had better things to take of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LALALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6906330618246841316?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6906330618246841316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6906330618246841316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6906330618246841316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6906330618246841316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-red-guy.html' title='Little red guy. (:'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/2s9271y_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6845285574523316410</id><published>2011-01-24T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:56:18.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do something in front of the digital eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=10i5km0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/10i5km0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6845285574523316410?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6845285574523316410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6845285574523316410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6845285574523316410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6845285574523316410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-something-in-front-of-digital-eye.html' title='Do something in front of the digital eye.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/10i5km0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-400024177740350020</id><published>2011-01-24T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:40:41.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My gou gou! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=1zx8gnl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/1zx8gnl.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=246nlg5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/246nlg5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=68x3z7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/68x3z7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=24qq1hx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/24qq1hx.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2iuawi8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2iuawi8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gou gou = 狗狗 = doggy. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-400024177740350020?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/400024177740350020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=400024177740350020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/400024177740350020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/400024177740350020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-gou-gou-d.html' title='My gou gou! :D'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/1zx8gnl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7938079623740618588</id><published>2011-01-22T22:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:34:04.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh, I see a meow meow! ^^</title><content type='html'>Some random pics I took at Vivian's block's void deck. I took a few more, but they ain't so nice. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=yhr4k" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/yhr4k.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like this picture a lot because the flooring colour was getting darker, which in turn made the picture turn out with a gradual fading. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=16ib7s5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/16ib7s5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2k3tyb" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2k3tyb.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just aiming at nothing really and this meow meow showed up. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I played with the cat for a while, to Vivian's disgust (sad to say) and it was really nice and friendly. The only reason why I prefer dogs to cats is because I'm really scared of their claws, even if they don't intend to scratch you. I don't blame them though. :/ It was quite hard to take still pictures of the meow meow because I didn't want the lighting to be dark, and of course the meow meow didn't know how to pose for the camera, so I managed to get 2 still shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=14ui52c" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/14ui52c.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=34y4s3m" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/34y4s3m.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know the last picture of the meow meow looks intimidating but it was because Vivian was walking by... ._. Maybe it's trying to say a friendly hello, however contradictory it might seem. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Vivian collected the lenses, we went back up to her place and sorted them out. :D They're like really cool, but I don't think they suit us AZNS. *makes a dumb-looking face* I guess our eye colours are too dark so the colours of the lenses aren't so prominent compared to people with naturally light eye colours. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=10zvmkk" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/10zvmkk.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da cute bottles. *ta-dah!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2akmcxx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2akmcxx.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice right?! I love green the best. *envies red heads with green eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, that sums it up (for the pictures I mean).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Bugis Street to shop around, and I bought 2 dresses, 3 pairs of earrings (mine dropped on the way there. ): IT WAS WHITE STARS! *sad tttm*), 1 tee for my di, 1 handphone doggy strap, and 1 plain cap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was really tiring, more for my shoulders because I put my 60D in it. X.X My legs were fine, owing to the fact that I walk a lot (in my own opinion). Though I was really sad that I couldn't find a black bag because either they don't have it in that colour, or it's out of stock! Maddening or what?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just want a black canvas backpack (similar to mine now). Is it too much to ask for? ): And what's with all the plasticky, weird material bags?!  And mummy says that because I'm too eem cheem (picky). Like, erm, no? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some shop better have a black canvas back pack quick before my bag haves a hole in it. It's all worn and torn and I have sewn it a few times to make it last loooooonger. .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I supposed I spent a lot of money today, owing to the fact that I actually bought a tee FOR my di. He really likes it a lot which makes me confident that I am a good sister. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA, beat that! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okays I better rest earlier today because I only had 3 hours of sleep. I'm a good running robot. Good job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LALALALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-7938079623740618588?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7938079623740618588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7938079623740618588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7938079623740618588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7938079623740618588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/ooh-i-see-meow-meow.html' title='Ooh, I see a meow meow! ^^'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/yhr4k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5719465006455353592</id><published>2011-01-16T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:02:19.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You need to watch your weight! ):</title><content type='html'>So lately, mummy has been telling me, "You need to watch your weight." Yeah, I know I know, I'm putting on weight, growing fatter like my hammies. *sigh* But I guess it's because I've been eating a lot lately, like seriously not caring a single bit. And now I have to pay the price. AW MAN! Alright, this is not like some thing where I'm going to be like those stereotypical girls who go all flustered by just that 0.1kg of weight put on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I've been watching the scales when I go to the doctor's and it's seriously going up by a lot. ): I even have this growth chart you know! (Except that the height part of the growth chart doesn't make any difference anymore.) A little bit of weight gained, alright, I can accept that. But when it hits 50kg, something must be done! ._. I mean, since I was 13-15, I have never ever ever hit 48kg. It's like starting from May onwards, my weight has been going up (and away! :DDDDDDDDDDD). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe (maybe only!) if you look at me, you might still think, "You're not fat what! AIYO!" I don't know, but the scales say the opposite. And it's not really because I'm some thin-crazed girl who wants to be super skinny or anything, but it's because of my legs. I mean if I really put on A LOT of weight, I doubt they can bear all that. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't do much about it because I can't run like other people so I guess the only way would be my freaking diet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY FOOD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a food crazy person and I will admit that I'm a glutton to a certain extent, and I really cannot tolerate not eating my food. ): Sometimes when I'm out and I tell mummy I want to eat (which doesn't mean I'm HUNGRY), she will like restrict me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, this sucks. This is the first time in my life that I have to actually put myself on a diet. But no, against my morals, I will not starve myself for goodness sake. That's really dumb. -.- I will just go on an apple diet which actually is eating an apple before every meal. Simple as that. (: Let's see how it goes. *cross fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, mummy bought this cute little doggy for me from those machines in Toy'R'us and it comes with this scary looking baby. I didn't get the doggy I wanted though. WHY?! (Just kidding. :D) They're really really tiny so I had my BABY finger next to it for comparison. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=5eeemw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/5eeemw.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=jkhikn" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/jkhikn.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=25jjddt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/25jjddt.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2ylskz5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2ylskz5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=opny0z" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/opny0z.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=263ewif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/263ewif.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And also, mummy bought for me this pink streak of fake hair which is really cool. I had always wanted to like dye one or two streaks of pink hair but since dying is such a pain in the ass, fake hair will do. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2qjj2vo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2qjj2vo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2vn535j" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2vn535j.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh oh oh, and while looking around the Sinma shop, I found this hairband with fake bangs! So cute! But when I wore it, I look sorta cheena like. AW MAN! Maybe it's because the hair looks really fake (it was all really shiny and BLACK ._.)... SELF-DECEPTION! HAHAHAHAHAS. I still don't dare to cut bangs thought I'm very tempted to. VERY VERY tempted to. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I guess this is really it. I mean, what else is there to say? o.o I think it's enough blabbing for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LALALALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5719465006455353592?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5719465006455353592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5719465006455353592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5719465006455353592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5719465006455353592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-lately-mummy-has-been-telling-me-you.html' title='You need to watch your weight! ):'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/5eeemw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-2308162513881161621</id><published>2011-01-10T22:24:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:40:06.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go on, contradict yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2u88n7m" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2u88n7m.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I made this Hello Kitty "figurine" for Vivian for Christmas, cause I couldn't find a nice Hello Kitty to buy outside. HAHS! Honestly, I can't draw a good Hello Kitty, so I have no idea how I was able to make this clay model. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I know Christmas is such a long time ago, but I couldn't really post this picture when I haven't gave Vivian her present beforehand right? And and and, now that mummy is *ahem* confiscating my com and only letting me use it in the evening (which can also mean 9pm) till 11pm. *GASP!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think when she does this, I feel more desperate to use my com because of the little time I get. SHEESH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing big has happened and maybe will never happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LALALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The musical's going to have another re-run. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was thinking about New Year's resolutions (long time ago). They aren't really for me though, I never make any resolution so that way, I don't have to fulfill anything. Smart ain't it? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, what I was thinking was, what if "my" resolution was not to have any resolution? Like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Charissa's New Year's resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15px"&gt;1. Not to make a resolution. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then, it would be something like a &lt;i&gt;paradox&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Google that up if you have no idea what it means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cause like, if my resolution was NOT to make a resolution, I'm already contradicting myself because I have to make a resolution in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a really simple paradox which I thought of and if you don't get it, then I'm really sorry for you. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though it's a new year, I think I have a little problem with adjusting to it, especially the fact that I'm going to be 16 soon. I already had trouble getting used to being 15, and now this?! SHEESH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alrightey then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2806pty" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2806pty.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font color:#FF3366"&gt;&lt;span style="font-color:#FF3366"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF3366"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-2308162513881161621?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2308162513881161621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=2308162513881161621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2308162513881161621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2308162513881161621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-on-contradict-yourself.html' title='Go on, contradict yourself.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/2u88n7m_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-296884525057440575</id><published>2011-01-05T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:28:42.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammies ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't they just so ADORABLE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2qv9u7a" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2qv9u7a.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's that fast thing?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2drgqa9" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2drgqa9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=24azsar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/24azsar.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=24xferl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/24xferl.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naughty Butter. *tsk tsk tsk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2utq88n" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2utq88n.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2h8cvmo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2h8cvmo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=10e1y5t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/10e1y5t.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chip can almost camouflage with the tiles. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=1fa16r" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/1fa16r.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=2wcfif5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2wcfif5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at Milo's big, fat pink butt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=iqfnfp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/iqfnfp.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com?ref=29bg9c2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, enough cuteness for one day. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-296884525057440575?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/296884525057440575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=296884525057440575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/296884525057440575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/296884525057440575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/hammies.html' title='Hammies ♥'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/2qv9u7a_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6650272608361862415</id><published>2010-12-31T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:32:15.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look around you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;RANDOM SHOTS. &lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=nyzlsh" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/nyzlsh.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2dt4x8z" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2dt4x8z.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2hxv910" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2hxv910.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2afiecy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2afiecy.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2iaee6a" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2iaee6a.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=124ddmo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/124ddmo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=rk0pc6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/rk0pc6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mirror, oh mirror, how are you feeling today? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=2mftdf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2mftdf.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I am happy", said the mirror to no one in particular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing much happened, really. Except maybe it's a pain in the ass when it comes to sleeping/waking. It's hard to go to sleep early, and it's even harder to wake up ALERT "early". Even if I do get up AWAKE, I'll most probably be sleepy throughout the day. *yawns* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait for later. Cause cause cause, we're going to bake cookies! (Um, with the help of cookie mix, that is. :/) I'm so FREAKING excited. *retarded smile* (: Once I slowly get used to using the oven, I might make the dough from scratch, and many other goodies. (: But sadly, I don't get to eat all the cookies cause it's actually to bring along to my aunt's place for new year's celebration. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's going to be a new year soon. And I don't think I will have a love/hate relationship with 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love: I'm going to be 16. (NC16!) And 16 is an even number. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hate: It's 2011, which is a freaking odd number. SHUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really dislike odd numbers, it makes the number not complete in some way. But that's going to mean that I will hate the year I'm born in, or indirectly, hate being born. (NAHHS.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*OM NOM NOM*&lt;/div&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"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6650272608361862415?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6650272608361862415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6650272608361862415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6650272608361862415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6650272608361862415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/look-around-you.html' title='Look around you.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/nyzlsh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-920215777225015023</id><published>2010-12-28T00:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:35:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/biLyDoTejJXCtBnAhOFNWHZlhxvu53Ku9Mkow_2mnc4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TRjMaI5KIBI/AAAAAAAABkE/nvsFP4XMFkU/s640/IMG_0074.JPG" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My all time favourite cartoon character. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered that we used to have Hello Kitty CDs, where my di and I would watch and re-watch the shows. :D I wonder where they have gone now. :/ But anyway, I remembered playing with those finger toys when I was younger, but have seemed to have disappeared for many years until I found them again. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and, I was telling mummy that these little figurines would be good for taking pictures with (*hint hint*). And guess what! I got my DSLR! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canon 60D. Although the down side of it is that it's pretty heavy, but it feels more real than 550D imho. But I really hope I can put good use to it though, I don't want to waste that amount of money used to buy the camera. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I can now bake COOKIES ♥ because, we have an oven! ^^ COOKIES! *om nom nom*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna bake loads of cookies and get a serious sore throat. WHEEES~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, while trying to take a family portrait for them, di was shooting at them with his Nerf gun. ._. But the pictures of the process was kinda cool. I'm no pro, so this is as good as it can be, for now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2vaf3io.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400.5px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose the whole learning process is by just trying out things on the camera. :D But it can get really confusing at times when I try to remember the theory stuffs. @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know those shots that are from a different angle where everyone is just smiling at the camera in  front? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HRglCfngWfvD33iJW7iZE3Zlhxvu53Ku9Mkow_2mnc4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TRjMaj4ARcI/AAAAAAAABkI/Rai9EopXbyw/s640/IMG_0075.JPG" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-920215777225015023?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/920215777225015023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=920215777225015023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/920215777225015023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/920215777225015023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-kitty.html' title='Hello Kitty.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TRjMaI5KIBI/AAAAAAAABkE/nvsFP4XMFkU/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6485375204855374545</id><published>2010-12-25T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:32:31.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of The Nativity: The Digital Way</title><content type='html'>It's really ♫AWESOME~♫&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkHNNPM7pJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkHNNPM7pJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessed Christmas everyone, and happy birthday Jesus. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6485375204855374545?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6485375204855374545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6485375204855374545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6485375204855374545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6485375204855374545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-of-nativity-digital-way.html' title='The Story of The Nativity: The Digital Way'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-903536043699061616</id><published>2010-12-24T19:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T19:40:38.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump, blob, jump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/avj228.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muah first ani-mae-shee-un. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/948230990702220312-903536043699061616?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/903536043699061616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=903536043699061616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/903536043699061616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/903536043699061616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/jump-blob-jump.html' title='Jump, blob, jump!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/avj228_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8620027817981580067</id><published>2010-12-20T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T02:22:02.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why must good things come to an end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you find it frustrating at times when something you have worked so hard for goes back to square one? If everyone were to be able to foretell the future, I'm sure we'll avoid situations which make us go back to square one, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder, why on earth is it called "square one?" Why &lt;i&gt;square&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;? Why not &lt;i&gt;circle &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;diamond &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;, &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt; ♥ or even &lt;i&gt;star &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? o.O&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Me lurve st&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;rs. *sparkly eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;LOLS!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird ain't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, the musical was really great and everything went smoothly (of course with the help of God (:). LALALALA. It was really fun to be part of it all and I wish we could do it again and again and again and again... You get the drift. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I suppose all good things must come to an end... :/ AWWWWW... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really tired when I got home and not waiting for my hair to dry, I just fell asleep on the table after going through (just going through) my memory verses. And my hair was still damp in the morning. O.O So I had to go dry it, and I had curly ends. LOLS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memory quiz was alright, well that's because I memorized, or sorta. HAHAHAHA. What's the point of having a little bit of a photographic memory when you have short term memory altogether? Weird combination EVAHHHHH! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really fast that a year has gone by, and like next Sunday would be our prize giving ceremony thingy. :/ SO FAST! And I'm going to be 16 soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYS! NC16 movies! MUAHAHAHAHA. *grins* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then 17, then 18. Then I can learn how to drive, and I can go drinking. MUAHAHAHAHA. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to say really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still want my Canon 60D. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I know I won't get one, or maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I might not use it so much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still would like to try out things though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di wants to get a PSP for me for Christmas. (: But I still miss my DS. ): *sad* I don't think I'll get used to the analogue stick though, using it cramps my thumb LOTS. ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TQ-da6XvHrI/AAAAAAAABi0/hhqaP0C5bQk/s400/me%2B252.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552829951242084018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I was just seeing how I looked like from the side. IGNORE! *gasp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And that, ladies and gentlemen, was for the sake of having a picture here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8620027817981580067?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8620027817981580067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8620027817981580067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8620027817981580067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8620027817981580067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-must-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='Why must good things come to an end?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TQ-da6XvHrI/AAAAAAAABi0/hhqaP0C5bQk/s72-c/me%2B252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-4885407314173768668</id><published>2010-12-18T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T01:35:45.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoo, nightmare! Me don't want you. ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why does it seem like my worst nightmare always come true, over and over again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it does happen, I'll be like "Not again!" It's really frustrating at times because this nightmare is like some surprise pop quiz, the victim (being me, of course) oblivious to the upcoming "horror".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not something so ghastly with exaggerated blood and guts spewing out everywhere, oh no. But still, everyone has their own kind of fear right? And the worst fear is your fears coming true. *AHHH THE HORROR!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shan't elaborate anything for now because my fear/nightmare might not be possible to be related to whomever you are so, that's it for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just gotta practice more of my writing, MUAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, anyway, we've been practicing quite a lot for the upcoming musical which is like today~ And I really hope to be able to do more of this so that I can build up my confidence and ability in playing the keys. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope everything goes smoothly cause everyone have put in a lot of effort, really. And, I wonder what we're going to have for dinner. (GREEDY PIG! :OOOO) HAHAHAHA, but that's not really the main reason of this whole musical. I hope the visitors would learn something from the message, which I have no idea what it's going to be. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and, Christmas is coming real soon! Well, not much of a joy really. *shrugs* I had actually wanted to paint my nails to like some Christmas-y theme like thingy but apparently, I sorta lost my attention while just applying the base coat. I can't help it really, my hands just can't keep still and I end up messing up my nails. Frustrating much. *shakes head* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm keen on beating &lt;i&gt;Minesweeper&lt;/i&gt;. Oh no, don't think I'm like some noob shit trying to beat the "Beginner" stage. I'm talking about the "Advance" stage where there's like 99 bombs. *GASP* I'm not that dumb anyway, and I normally blow up the whole field when it comes to a point where I actually have to guess. SHEESH. It's really not fair! Hmmph! *crosses arms*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there's nothing much to write, for now. Although, I was thinking about writing some crap stuffs about &lt;i&gt;Marmite&lt;/i&gt;. I really wonder what that stuff is. So MYSTERIOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time when I have random stuffs to express, byes. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Byes to who, Charissa? O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TQue2Dbn0VI/AAAAAAAABis/6o_FlZCIVx4/s400/webcam%2Bcompilation%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551705617135554898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While taking a picture for the Tron game... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This is why I don't trust pictures! SHEESH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-4885407314173768668?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4885407314173768668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=4885407314173768668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4885407314173768668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4885407314173768668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/shoo-nightmare-me-dont-want-you.html' title='Shoo, nightmare! Me don&apos;t want you. ):'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TQue2Dbn0VI/AAAAAAAABis/6o_FlZCIVx4/s72-c/webcam%2Bcompilation%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-4989719494473690876</id><published>2010-12-11T23:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:54:12.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold them thoughts down before they fly away.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are thoughts you feel need to be written down (or maybe typed out). But the mere fact that you are able to read those thoughts just after writing them down (or typing them out) is pretty creepy, in a way. I mean, what if those thoughts are meant to be kept secret and are your innermost stuffs? Seeing them in words doesn't make them so secretive after all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nahhs, I'm just babbling. I had many urges to just randomly write about my day during the past week but the feeling of reading these thoughts sorta scared me. And then another thought of like, "Who would even read them in the first place?" came. Honestly, I don't re-read anything I had written down cause obviously I know what's next. DUHH~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder who I'm writing to. :/ Like how some people write in their diaries and begin with "Dear Diary,". I wonder who my "Diary" aka my audience is. But I really think all this writing is just to sort thoughts in my mind. I have like junkful of thoughts all piled up messily in my mind and maybe writing is a way to sort them out little by little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's good to have so much thoughts right? (Notice that I use "&lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt;" instead of "many".) That got to mean that I have at least an opinion on something I have come in contact with. Wait, is having &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; many opinions good to start off with? Oh bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really take any "camwhore" shots anymore cause I really think it's like so fake in a way. Here's why: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm not pretty so why bother trying to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Even if the picture turns out nice, the person in the picture definitely isn't me in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Who on earth is going to see? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even seeing a nice picture of myself gets both negative and positive feedbacks (from myself). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Positive: Hey! I look pretty in this picture! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Negative: I don't look like that at all. *frowns*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why bother? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and, I'm really curious what is one's motivation to live. Because I reckon I'm pretty disillusioned about the whole idea of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What is your motivation to live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wonder who's going to answer me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ooh ooh, Charissa! Pick me! Me me me me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes Charissa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My motivation is FOOD. Yums~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-4989719494473690876?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4989719494473690876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=4989719494473690876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4989719494473690876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4989719494473690876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/hold-them-thoughts-down-before-they-fly.html' title='Hold them thoughts down before they fly away.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-4077964921521388298</id><published>2010-12-11T01:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T02:41:59.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tron: Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MOVIE. movie. MOVIE. movie. MOVIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading up from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tron:_Legacy/"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; (darn the unreliability that teachers always say), Tron: Legacy is actually a sequel to the first film, Tron, which was made like in 1982 (heck no *GASP*).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wasn't even born yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wait, why did they take so long to make this sequel if the first film was in 1982? (just a thought.)Well anyway, this film actually has a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/TronSG/"&gt;fan page&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook. I'm really amazed at how people make use of Facebook, like seriously. And not only does it has a fan page, it has these really funny applications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;How do they make them so FAST?! And how do they get the ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;GENIUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;LALALALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I tried only one of the applications, NOT because it was the fun-est and the rest being stupid, but because I think I was fated to. :D (I didn't have a "high enough quality" for &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/tron-scene-stealer/"&gt;Get On The Grid&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/tron-arena/"&gt;Tron Arena&lt;/a&gt; simply didn't load. *shrugs*) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I honestly thought that &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/tron-scene-stealer/"&gt;Get On The Grid&lt;/a&gt; would be funny because apparently your face would be on this body in a scene or something? And maybe &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/tron-arena/"&gt;Tron Arena&lt;/a&gt; would be funnier because it's a "picture fight". LOLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Picture 1: HI-YA! *attempts karate chop* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Picture 2: You don't have any hands, dummy. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Picture 1: Oh yeah. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO, I did &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/tron-photobooth-sg/"&gt;Photo Booth&lt;/a&gt; instead. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TQJxySjmyGI/AAAAAAAABic/tCLJGkNDYh8/s400/nuffnang%2Btron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549122799662450786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was really quite hard to find an appropriate picture for it because of the framing. :/ But I honestly think that my expression was kinda not right for the situation? I mean I'm supposed to be riding some awesome high-tech bike, and I'm like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TQJxzJ8p-9I/AAAAAAAABik/aPKdqZTzK1w/s400/nuffnang%2Btron" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549122814531468242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 313px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EPICNESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*shrugs* I chose the profile one instead of the high resolution because the picture looked even weirder with the full body and with that stupid face. Ummm... :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The body has broad shoulders and muscles. Can you imagine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I suppose the best part of it all is that you get to save the final picture and you can maybe try to "show off" to your friends about how cool you looked "riding" the awesome high-tech bike, that is IF you can pass it off first. *smiles* (I'm just joking about the passing off bit cause obviously it's fake. DUHH~) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I guess that's it. ^^ It oughta be a great film if not why the heck make a sequel 28 years later? *smacks head* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. The character's name, Tron, is actually from Boris Floricic's pseudonym. This guy is actually a hacker and must have been one great hacker for his "name" to be used in a film. HOW COOL IS THAT? Imagine my name being used in a film for being an average girl! HAHAHAHA (just joking.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-4077964921521388298?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4077964921521388298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=4077964921521388298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4077964921521388298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4077964921521388298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/tron-legacy.html' title='Tron: Legacy'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TQJxySjmyGI/AAAAAAAABic/tCLJGkNDYh8/s72-c/nuffnang%2Btron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8590747476293940456</id><published>2010-11-29T13:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:47:04.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one thing that really hurts you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TPM9yyokf6I/AAAAAAAABiU/rfrmLlwypbU/s1600/cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TPM9yyokf6I/AAAAAAAABiU/rfrmLlwypbU/s400/cut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544843509017903010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that can really hurt you, is yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. It's only superficial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8590747476293940456?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8590747476293940456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8590747476293940456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8590747476293940456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8590747476293940456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-thing-that-really-hurts-you.html' title='The one thing that really hurts you.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TPM9yyokf6I/AAAAAAAABiU/rfrmLlwypbU/s72-c/cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-2832227933072040310</id><published>2010-11-23T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:52:20.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NANO IS PREGNANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYS! ^^ Like finally. And I thought that she would never get pregnant. I mean, when Nano and Milo are near each other, the only thing they'll do is fight. .-. And she's going to be a MUMMY soon. WHEES~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I see Nano so fat and all, I feel very sad for her. It's like it's just so darn uncomfortable with the babies inside her. GOSH. And when I feel her tummy, I think I felt the babies kicking. :DDDD But that might just be my imagination. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't bear to pick her up and stroke her to make her feel better or something. I'm just so scared that I might hurt her unintentionally. D: Well anyway, she's separated from Milo and is living in a new cage (which mummy's friend had given us). Di and I had to buy the essentials for the new cage and spent like $45.60. *GASP* But for the hammies, it's worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor today. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the BIG library since I'm already at Bugis and so I wouldn't need to make the extra trip down tomorrow and and and, daddy can help me carry my books, so I can borrow more books which will last me for 2 weeks. YAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one heck of a sentence. *phew*&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennnnnnnnnn, mummy went to make another line for work which took quite some time being going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when I go out, my energy level drains really quickly. It's like I will feel immensely tired. @.@ But when I come back home, everything's alright. WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My allergies have been attacking me quite often now. And I don't like it at all. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, I think my blog is so boring. ._. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;\m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-2832227933072040310?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2832227933072040310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=2832227933072040310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2832227933072040310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2832227933072040310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/expecting.html' title='Expecting.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-7824097825334929561</id><published>2010-11-18T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:22:50.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Surgery" on contacts. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note: I edited the time because it's past midnight but to me, it's still a Thursday. (whatever. .-.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just woke up from sleeping at like 7-8pm (?) and I totally &lt;b&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; sleep through the night if I sleep this early. I didn't sleep intentionally, but I was too tired so I just fell on the bed and slept. Why? Cause I only managed to sleep at 7am this morning and woke up at 10am. WHUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was going to be late cause like I'm suppose to go for physio at 3pm. ._. So silly of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*girly &lt;b&gt;skip&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After physio, I met up with mummy and we went back home together. :D And like all girls do, we looked at Cache Cache before going home. And and and, I bought a dress. I realised the clothes there were sorta based on a similar ideas - the reason why most clothes were pretty similar looking. ._. I saw a pair of shorts which I thought was pretty nice, but upon trying, it sucked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-size was really fitting and M-size was &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; much bigger. O.O I think I'm in between S and M. Dumb much, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the way home, mummy and I went to go order more contacts. :D LALALA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what I did with my old ones? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*guess*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, make a guess. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;TEEHEES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cut them up. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was really curious about the contacts, so I decided to cut them up. ^^ And it's really fun too. LALALALA. It's really easy to cut them, like a soft plastic-y thing. :D And after a while, they hardened up. Now I know why you need to put the contacts in the solution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's REALLY important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*stares* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I decided to just take some pictures because my blog lacks of that (I know it's sup-ah lame).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TOV6A0ABkeI/AAAAAAAABhs/5SnVQXHM9e4/s400/contacts%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540969070926598626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TOV6BMMdDaI/AAAAAAAABh0/zrE8e3wgff0/s400/contacts%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540969077421182370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this picture. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TOV6Bx90GgI/AAAAAAAABh8/lSfYHwBgvBA/s400/contacts%2B3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540969087560325634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cut them into hearts, if you can see. The left one's kinda screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TOV6CFh5_8I/AAAAAAAABiE/p6S9MxY6GqQ/s400/contacts%2B4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540969092811980738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without flash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I threw them away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was fun while it lasted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well anyway, mummy and di thought that my sleeping at 7/8pm (?) today would break my cycle of sleeping early in the morning (or late at night). But it didn't. FAIL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I suppose I can't be found for these few days because I'm &lt;i&gt; contact-less &lt;/i&gt; *stand up comedian drums*. Get it? Contact-less? *weak laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh bother. ._. Why do I even try?&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/948230990702220312-7824097825334929561?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7824097825334929561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=7824097825334929561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7824097825334929561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/7824097825334929561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/surgery-on-contacts-d.html' title='&quot;Surgery&quot; on contacts. :D'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TOV6A0ABkeI/AAAAAAAABhs/5SnVQXHM9e4/s72-c/contacts%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-19934005849681620</id><published>2010-11-18T12:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:26:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame him, blame him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt; The following texts are pure rantings and might not be Biblically correct. Do not take anything seriously. Even this warning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;NAHH, I'm just joking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I'm serious. *serious face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had this thought in my mind while mummy was praying for me. She kept saying the spirit of (insert bad thing here). And I mean like not everything bad is caused by the devil. .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't always just blame him for whatever bad thing that happen. It's like, oh I can't sleep, &lt;b&gt;blame the devil&lt;/b&gt;. Sometimes it might just be medical related stuffs, and not a &lt;i&gt;spiritual warfare&lt;/i&gt;. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a mindset like that, it's no wonder why someone might get paranoid. It's like whatever bad happens, it's the devil's fault. And maybe you're going to think, "Ahh, the devil's attacking me. Where is God when I need him?" I don't know. *shrugs* I'm just saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-19934005849681620?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/19934005849681620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=19934005849681620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/19934005849681620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/19934005849681620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/blame-him-blame-him.html' title='Blame him, blame him!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-2639724153645208186</id><published>2010-11-15T00:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:54:22.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy + Girl = Best friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TOA9lu9vAsI/AAAAAAAABhk/LbQmMwxDpUo/s1600/best%2Bfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TOA9lu9vAsI/AAAAAAAABhk/LbQmMwxDpUo/s400/best%2Bfriends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539495260137128642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this book, &lt;i&gt;The A-Z of Us&lt;/i&gt; by Jim Keeble and it's a really interesting book. It made me think about something that I had thought before. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Is it really possible for a guy and a girl to be best friends and not have any sexual stuffs happen between them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could be possible if the guy is a gay or the girl a lesbian, but I'm talking about straight people. Mummy did ask me this before and I told her, "Why not?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really see why it's impossible. In my opinion, I would actually &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; to have a guy best friend. A guy friend and a girl friend are really 2 opposites. There's this different feeling when you hang out with parties of different sexes. I really don't know why. :/ I really really think that being best friends with a guy whom you like for example, is a million gazillion times better than having a relationship with him. With a best friend, you can just be yourself and still be considerate and think about his/her feelings. But like with a boyfriend/girlfriend, no matter what, you'll still try to be &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt; for him/her. I don't believe in perfection at all (which contradicts myself of being a perfectionist). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part of being best friends is that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*secret*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;it lasts FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least forever in terms of human life span. I mean, you don't have to worry if you're going to "break" (meaning not being friends). You can break up with your boyfriend/girlfriend, you can divorce your husband/wife, but you cannot break a friendship. Maybe the only thing that might separate 2 best friends would be just being drifted away from each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that AWESOME? ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gives you such assurance that this best friend of yours would be with you in your walk in life. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, there would be humanly things that might come in between like family, work, etcetera etcetera. :D BUT, these things would just be a test of the two's friendship. How cool is that? XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like knowing that there's something bonding the 2 of you and that this bond isn't as fragile as a thing called &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;.  You can don't love a person anymore, whoops, the 2 break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I can go on and on and on. So that's another wish of mine, that I can have a guy best friend. :D La di dum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just to let you know what the author's "view" was, the 2 best friends did love each other, but it was more of a brotherly-sisterly love and they continued being best friends after struggling with the sexual bit. How nice right? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If only happy endings in novels come true.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-2639724153645208186?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2639724153645208186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=2639724153645208186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2639724153645208186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2639724153645208186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/guy-girl-best-friends.html' title='Guy + Girl = Best friends?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TOA9lu9vAsI/AAAAAAAABhk/LbQmMwxDpUo/s72-c/best%2Bfriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5533933183912387074</id><published>2010-11-08T19:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:21:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No cousins?!</title><content type='html'>On the way home from church yesterday, di and I saw a kitty cat (KIT KAT! :O). So I was telling him I wanted to have a cat when I grow older. Plus, a dog, a rabbit, and a hamster (might be plural, hehs). Then I also told him like this I don't need a family, don't need a husband or children (even though I love children a lot). And you know what his reply was? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Eh! You very selfish leh! Then my children don't have cousins to play with!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA. I told him that his children could play with our nieces and nephews or their children. But he replied,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"That is cousin-in-law. (LOLS!) No I think is distant family. *rambles on about his children not being able to play with "mine"*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So funny sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was feeling kinda tired during physio today. I think Jolly (my physiotherapist) sorta knew and kept asking if I felt giddy. Honestly, I thought I might "want-to-faint", but I didn't. YAYS! ^^ (LOLS!) And I haven't seen her for 2 sessions because she went back to Philippines for her holiday. And you know what? She bought some peanut chocolate for me. (Happy face. :D) She's so nice. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my neck almost killed me going back home. My bag was so heavy and fat. :/ My neck is still dying right now. X.X Don't die, neck! NOOOOOOOO! ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The *GROWLS* phlegm monster is still invading my poor throat, but it's better now. :DDDD Hahs! You stupid monster. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like piercing my ears, like 3 holes on my right, and 2 holes on my left with a cartilage. :DDD That'll be like so awesome. :D But I wonder if the cartilage one would hurt. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else to say. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy is going Taiwan for work stuffs tomorrow. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5533933183912387074?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5533933183912387074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5533933183912387074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5533933183912387074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5533933183912387074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-cousins.html' title='No cousins?!'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-4480146566387525783</id><published>2010-11-06T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:43:38.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You asshole.</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I think my blog might be virtually growing spiderwebs. GAHHS. I hate spiders and them webs they make. I had actually dreamt of a gigantic spiderweb covering the entrance of this gigantic field with yellow wheat-like grass. :/ And there was a gigantic spider living there too. Nightmare!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose now I only write when something interesting happened or I have some random thing to blab about (AKA my view point of a stupid something, or maybe not.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I really wonder how I would sound like if I read all these out loud. While I'm writing, that silly mind of mine "speaks" in this fairly exaggerated voice of how I had wanted to express whatever shit stuff I had wrote. You should hear it one day. :D That is, if you could. HAHAHAHA. (: Madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, me being me, I would most likely be stumbling with my words and would be ended at being laughed at. :/Damn voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So because there's nothing interesting going on, and I have nothing random to talk about, there have been none writing needing to be done. (Good excuse Charissa! :D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't possibly be trying to blabble on about how boring my day was, or failing at attempting to make it sound not boring. RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might bore the shit out of me if I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charissa's favourite word is (well currently):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ASSHOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now now, I don't blatantly scold people with vulgarities or any cuss words. Definitely so not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I only use this word on my di. And yes, it's because he's being annoying and acting like one, I call him that. I don't want this to be mistaken as some "older sister bullying her younger brother" thing, because I really love my di a lot. And we do get along well 99.99% of the time. So to conclude, this word is just used for fun, to show that I'm annoyed by him or his actions. Nothing more. 'Argument' concluded. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently I have nothing else in my brain. It seems rather empty. :/ There might even be spiderwebs in there too! *GASP* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have not returned to editing pictures, or drawing pictures. I think I need more inspiration for the latter, I want to make it funny. BUT, I think I might have failed in that aspect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's use BIG words. YAYS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When I say I want to use BIG words, I really meant it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just kidding. I'm too bored, gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I plan to kick into the mood of going out on Wednesday. Meanwhile, I shall be trapped in my crazy and weird dreams at night. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wonder if them dreams hold any significant meaning? Maybe I can predict the future? (Oh no, I don't want to try to be like God. :/) Or maybe, my mind's really messed up in there. Hmm... But it seems like I can never remember people's faces. It's either I don't see their faces (AKA my eyes looking only until to their neck level) or I just forget them. :/ It's so freaky right? At least I don't see people without any face at all. FREAKY TTM! But I seem to be able to tell apart male from female. :/ Maybe it's the body frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What am I thinking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LALALA. Let's sing a song. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, I can't. My throat seems to be "attacked" by the phlegm monster. For over a week already! I bet the phlegm monster is super duper huge. :O GROWLS~ (Oh no! I've woken it up. RUNNNNNN!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I talk to myself sometimes. (: I want to get schizophrenia too. ^^ ♫ La di dum~ ♫&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. And to end like most, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kthxbai. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-4480146566387525783?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4480146566387525783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=4480146566387525783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4480146566387525783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/4480146566387525783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-asshole.html' title='You asshole.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-5288982135045639777</id><published>2010-10-27T20:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:59:43.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going out sucks sometimes - it kills your feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, I really cannot imagine myself being like some people or more specifically, some girls. What am I talking about? What I mean is, going out almost every day, dressing up and walking in heels. Already in shoes (the stupid school shoes) I get blisters, what more of heels? Madness. And even so in super duper comfortable shoes, walking around window shopping and looking at stuffs for a few hours can seriously kill them feet. Poor them. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And unlike from normal girls, whom will be attracted to shops having sales, I just get what I want, and nothing else (other than food. .-.). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today, I managed to get the punk-like wristband. :D But sadly, my wrist is too small so it's sorta too big? The same as all my watches. .-. I really think it's super cool. ^^ Maybe I should get some anklet. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sadly, I didn't manage to get my beanie. D: I mean I did see some, BUT they were woolly. So weird. I actually saw some at X Craft (?), maybe I should get them another day. I wonder if I'll really use them. .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how far to the extend that I'll go emo-ish. XD So far, I love black and white? Bu tmainly black. :/ And if I were to dye my hair, I'll just have a strip of pink? Or maybe purple? XD I think pink. Hahahaha. Just some colour. Or RED! XD But sadly I don't have quite the face for it? Hmm... And another reason why I like my fringe long. :D I know I look weird just covering my whole damn face and maybe get pimples and shit stuffs, so just have long fringe works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think I'll just fail at trying to be. SAD. Who cares anyway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get a new pair of outing shoes which will match with all my girly clothes. But so far, my feet being an impossible pair, I can't find any. My stupid school shoes give me bad blisters because the feet area is super cramped. Like WHUT? So much for being born a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really need to get new backpack? My old one's tearing. Did I write this before? Can't remember. .-. But in order to kill 2 birds with one stone, I should get a nice one that I can use with girly clothes. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should be a guy or something. I'm even thinking about it. Oh no, what's becoming of me? XD And I'm seriously afraid that I might become bisexual or something. WHY? Just a thought, and *ahem*, I have no fetishes or lust or whatever crappy stuffs for females. It's just a fear. Aren't fears like these? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh whatever. .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have been like holding sneezes, not on purpose really. I can't seem to sneeze them. And when it comes to the end of the day, my nose spam sneezes. I think I might fall sick. .-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after today's experience of going out, I realised that it ain't so fun anymore. Singapore's super boring. And I suppose the only good thing is the availability of food. Why am I thinking of food? .-. And maybe another thing to make the experience more enjoyable is the company you're with? *shrugs* But I know I'm one hell of a boring person. Hmm, does boring x boring = fun? XD Just like how negative x negative = positive. SEE? So negative might not necessary mean really negative. It can be positive too. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm talking to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEIRD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have nothing else to comment about (or aka bullshit about, hahaha. XD), so I guess that's it. Hmm... Why are some people's lives so interesting? I should think of taking up a new hobby. Maybe learn the drums? (: I'll be a rock star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I was kidding at the last sentence right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TMghw8ejViI/AAAAAAAABhc/7eqAVJNIwk4/s400/me+220+(edited).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532709266976364066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-5288982135045639777?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5288982135045639777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=5288982135045639777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5288982135045639777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/5288982135045639777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-out-sucks-sometimes-it-kills-your.html' title='Going out sucks sometimes - it kills your feet.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TMghw8ejViI/AAAAAAAABhc/7eqAVJNIwk4/s72-c/me+220+(edited).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-6937001446306381242</id><published>2010-10-25T00:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T02:25:18.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need a man.</title><content type='html'>I made up a certain conclusion. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys who add girls on social online networking don't really expect a real friendship out of the supposed "friendship".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well of course there are exceptions, but I must say there are quite a number of guys who do that (you had better own up if you're one of them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to be a sexist or something, I'm just stating my point (there is freedom of speech in this world I tell you!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, me being me, I'll accept their friendship and not expect the same way they do. But sometimes I really do wonder, do they multi-friend at one time? Like maybe they are afraid that they would not get what they want and at least they have "back ups" to fall on? And maybe since you hadn't "give" what they had wanted, would they just throw you aside like the others? Doesn't that just make you a toy? Someone who is equivalent to dirt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have concerns about this matter. Is this what our generation is becoming of? I'm truly disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what may I ask do they first see when they add you as a "friend"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any takers? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well... I'll tell you. Looks. Appearance. Outer beauty. And any other words with the same meaning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this all too fake? I know first impressions are important and make a great impact, but that shouldn't be the main reason to want to be your "friend". It's madness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After what I have said, I can categorize guys into 3 groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. The despos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They persist in getting your msn or your number. Super duper highly persistent! Then maybe after getting the "precious info", they'll try to ask to stead. Like seriously, hello? They're "falling in love" with someone they hardly know? *knock knock knock* Wake up dummies, this is reality and not a drama show. Then after you had rejected him, he will ditch you like you never existed at all. But I suppose that's a relief,nno? You've been spared from all the harassment (yays! ^^).&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;u&gt;2. The sincere ones&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe they do not *pop* the question in the most direct way. Most will talk to you like both of you have been best friends since like forever, and maybe some will go straight to this question, "Are you attached?" Then of course if he's "lucky" and "hit" the right girl, she's apparently single. (: If she's attached, well maybe they will wait till she's single if they truly believe that she's the one. If not, their friendship may still grow like normal or if it comes to the worst, they don't really talk anymore (which sorta is like hi-bye friends). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what if she's single? Well, it's a whole new story. (: Slowly working through their friendship, he will eventually get to that question! How exciting ain't it? But of course this goes 2 ways. :D If she's also interested in him, congratulations, your hard work and sincerity paid off! You've got your girl. ^^ But if not, for various reasons, he might continue chasing after her if he believes that she's the right one or he might just give up and move on to another "target". When a girl says no, she means it. So, I should suggest not to waste your time unless you really feel that she's just not ready and you are willing to wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, if that friendship was growing to be a genuine one, and if that question was asked, it might have ruined it depending on where it goes. Just a precaution. (:&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;u&gt;3. The just friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally guys in this category are from category #2. But from 2 ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One is before asking "the question". And two is after asking "the question". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before asking "the question", the guy may have shown interest in a way due to &lt;b&gt;looks&lt;/b&gt;. But maybe after getting to know the real you, meaning your real self, they might be disappointed, maybe to the extend of VERY DISAPPOINTED (awww...). So after that, both of you are as good as before, but maybe he might not show &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much interest anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After asking "the question", and sadly was rejected, the friendship might still remain. However it might be, I would think it had already been jeopardized by "the question". SAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exceptional guys would be ones that genuinely want to make friends with people. Not just with a pretty face, but everyone. :D These guys are really awesome friends-to-be, I can tell you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's all. :D You can pretty categorize them yourself. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some girls really look how they look like in pictures (meaning super chio aka pretty ttm) but still, one's character is the most important virtue of all. No matter how much money or time you had put into your exterior appearance, it can never hold a candle to a beautiful character. Character wins hands down, that's for sure. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean sure, who wouldn't want a pretty girlfriend? I'm just saying so as to not let this lead you wrongly to what you think it might be. This is called &lt;b&gt;deception&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking of something to write but after using all my brain cells to categorize most guys, I had forgotten what I had wanted to write. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my own opinion, a guy might think he have won my heart. But, I will never give my whole heart to any single guy. Never in my lifetime would I do that, unless he is my husband and deserves it fully. The same goes for tears. You might get hurt and all, before, during and after a relationship, but never tear for a guy who doesn't deserve you. If a guy hurts you, he is not worthy at all. Who is he to hurt you like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do think friendship is way better than a relationship. The atmosphere is a whole lot different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I'm mixed up between love and friendship. For a person who doesn't have many close friends, is all I am asking for just company? I might start to get confused between just company and love. I think I was never born to love. With the mindset that I will never give my whole heart to any guy, how far would that bring me in love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure I might get envious of couples and wished that I had a boyfriend, but isn't he just someone who keeps me company? Maybe that's what I'm looking for. I don't need a guy in my life who might manipulate me, who might change how I think, who might hurt me and so on. All I need is God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need a guy to live, period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't think I can love anymore, knowing the sad fact of our generation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even if I do, it wouldn't be with all my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't trust anymore because I have been enlightened by the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just play along this experiment and see how right I am (or how wrong too). You might think, "Charissa is just toying around with guys!", but nopes you're wrong. Shouldn't it be the other way? :D I'm just trying to comprehend the truth in this whole matter. I want to understand how it all works. So un-friend me if you think I'm a horrible friend because for all you know, I might just be "playing with you". I dare you to. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone up for my dare? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just one of those things that my mind cannot grasp its simple concept, totally unfathomable because we can never truly understand we human beings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I have stirred some thoughts in your mind. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I know my "audience" of whom I'm "talking" to keeps changing. So what? This is not an English essay and this is my style. (: Like it or not. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If it seems too good to be true, well that's because it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-6937001446306381242?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6937001446306381242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=6937001446306381242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6937001446306381242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/6937001446306381242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-need-man.html' title='I don&apos;t need a man.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-2733204067160366439</id><published>2010-10-23T14:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T14:45:43.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I wake up kinda late and stuffs, I really think it's not because I'm some dumb lazy pig, but rather I'm stuck in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty scary huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time, I cannot really remember my whole dream. And even if I can remember one significant scene, it will pop into my mind later part of the day. As for the rest of the "scenes", because I had forgotten about them, they will also pop into my mind. Instead, they seem like memories. I'm serious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to that, I often get lost between my dreams and reality. It's like things I had done in my dreams appear to become memories to me. Then I get confused whether or not it was real or not and it's really hard to differentiate because it's so VIVID. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my mind might just run away from me one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I might get lost in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't tell what's real and what's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least it's only part of my dreams and not in real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm going to sleep, like being half asleep and half awake, sometimes I do hear voices. Like someone is talking to me but I can't seem to comprehend a single word. But the moment I shake myself awake which seems more like a sudden jolt, the voice disappears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what would happen if these voices become real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might just lose my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TMKEFTp-KOI/AAAAAAAABhM/5u0NT5W_j5g/s400/me+225+(edited).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531128519074916578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-2733204067160366439?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2733204067160366439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=2733204067160366439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2733204067160366439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2733204067160366439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreams-and-reality.html' title='Dreams and reality?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TMKEFTp-KOI/AAAAAAAABhM/5u0NT5W_j5g/s72-c/me+225+(edited).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-2554458792863108892</id><published>2010-10-21T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:29:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginary friend please. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think it's pretty "lucky" if you see a cute guy/girl (depending on your orientation, *ahem* AKA if you're a guy or girl) in the same cabin (is that what it's called?) in the train. And I think it's even "luckier" if they noticed you too. XD But I think if they have a girlfriend/boyfriend, you had better keep your eyes to yourself, or to the ground and not even take a peep. You wouldn't want to a get a bashing would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes I do wonder why people (or maybe guys, I don't know ._.) look at me. Me as in my face (I don't know), other than my dumb leg. Do I look like an alien? O.O Well, it can't be aesthetic related because I really think their judgement of beauty is pretty screwed if that's the case. Screwed people. Or maybe the one screwed is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was so crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The haze is pretty bad and it's getting worse. Goodness. It's like it's harder to see buildings or whatever afar. :/ And it's really not good for the eyes, nose, throat, lungs and whatever else. It's totally bad for health. And it's pretty dangerous for traffic too, there can be accidents! Oh no. And if it gets real bad, you can't take the plane. I wouldn't risk a plane crash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And definitely, it's worse for them trees. Poor them. Imagine you're the trees and you're being burned ALIVE! Terrible ain't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even imagine being burned. What more about being alive while I'm at it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how it's like to have an imaginary friend. Someone that is so real to you who can be there 24/7. I know God is always there 24/7, but sometimes we humans need visible things/people to be satisfied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ghost friend can be an option, but it'll be WAY TOO CREEPY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it seems like I can't imagine up an imaginary friend. ): *sigh* I wonder if I get schizophrenia (oh my goodness, I spelled it correctly without help! ^^), will I have company then? Sure, I would be deemed mad, but for the sake of company 24/7, why not? But sadly it's not a thing you can choose. ): Even friends sometimes can't be with you 24/7. Not even your parents, sibling(s), or your boyfriend/girlfriend. And you can't be there for your them 24/7 either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And seriously I wished someone who is a REAL HUMAN to tag on my tagboard. I'm like replying to auto-tags and they're not even real people. If they could reply back, I'm sure I would have a random conversation with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TMBAB2fyBCI/AAAAAAAABhE/6v4N-Fi66H8/s400/me+218+(edited).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530490742963831842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LALALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-2554458792863108892?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2554458792863108892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=2554458792863108892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2554458792863108892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2554458792863108892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/imaginary-friend-please-d.html' title='Imaginary friend please. :D'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TMBAB2fyBCI/AAAAAAAABhE/6v4N-Fi66H8/s72-c/me+218+(edited).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8602254315304387857</id><published>2010-10-18T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:44:00.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TLxOGiI4eyI/AAAAAAAABg8/JYU1-LXeh6o/s1600/ring+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TLxOGiI4eyI/AAAAAAAABg8/JYU1-LXeh6o/s400/ring+2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529380316654369570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vivian and I finally made our rings today. :D And it's sorta weird for besties to make rings together, but I think it's nice. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And um, I think I have no mood to write (which explains the crappy writing). I have no idea what else to write now. .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I really ought to get a DLSR or some better camera because I took forever trying to focus the darn thing. It gets pretty frustrating you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we've just realised that our "date" is really special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;040608. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besties forever. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8602254315304387857?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8602254315304387857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8602254315304387857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8602254315304387857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8602254315304387857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/forever.html' title='Forever.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TLxOGiI4eyI/AAAAAAAABg8/JYU1-LXeh6o/s72-c/ring+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-2769993459957915435</id><published>2010-10-17T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:21:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason why I have short attention span?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been thinking recently that is it possible that I might have attention-deficit disorder (ADD)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, one thing's for sure, I have a really short attention span and I really cannot play a game for so long, because I will be bored after a while, so normally, I will like quit halfway while playing online games or not continuing MMORP (?) games at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really have to play with my fingers when I have nothing in my hands to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And according to supposed symptoms of the inattentive type,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Often has trouble keeping attention on tasks or play activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Often does not seem to listen when spoken to directly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Often has trouble organizing activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Often avoids, dislikes, or doesn't want to do things that take a lot of mental effort for a long period of time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Often loses things needed for tasks and activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is often easily distracted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Often forgetful in daily activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Struggles to follows instructions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have difficulty processing information as quickly and accurately as others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daydream, become easily confused, and move slowly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become bored with a task after only a few minutes, unless doing something enjoyable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frequently switch from one activity to another&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Source: Wikipedia (I know it's "unreliable" but heck care.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW. I know some were pretty repetitive, in a way. But I realised, this is ME. I'm like this. I'm slow in comprehending things, that's why I'm a slow learner. I need to learn again things at home because I can't get it the first time in class, while on the other hand, my peers understood it very well. And I don't like doing something that I don't like doing for such a long time, hence switching to other forms of activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm definitely forgetful and am easily confused. I think my seniors would remember me as that blur girl. :O Because I'll be always going like "huh?" And when someone talks to me, whether it is serious or not, their words just seem to go in one ear and go out the other. I'm sorry! And if you asked me what I had remembered from what someone had said, I would have just the minimal information which was most probably made up. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another thing to add, if there is something in my hand, I will play with it until it spoils. Like for an example, if there is a piece of plastic (like from an empty packet of tissue), I will pull it, tear it, poke it until it's all ruined, and then I'll throw it away. .-. And other stuffs too of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I'm like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this makes me feel special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I like it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it that I'm a really special inattentive girl. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Wonder who else realised that. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And if he/she cared or bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And if he/she appreciated and cherished me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TLshDKXSJmI/AAAAAAAABgs/TUEzt55xn-o/s400/me+217+(edited).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529049305732752994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the other special ADD people out there. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Even though I had not been clinically diagnosed, I would still like to think this of myself, even if it might be a DISORDER which people might think would be ABNORMAL but heck care, I like to think that of myself and I give a shit of what others think. At least I'm special, so don't get jealous. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I might not be pretty. .-. (this is random.) Hahahahaha. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-2769993459957915435?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2769993459957915435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=2769993459957915435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2769993459957915435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/2769993459957915435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/reason-why-i-have-short-attention-span.html' title='Reason why I have short attention span?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_davL0ul0D1A/TLshDKXSJmI/AAAAAAAABgs/TUEzt55xn-o/s72-c/me+217+(edited).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-536913965725701585</id><published>2010-10-15T18:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:48:57.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macs?</title><content type='html'>Woke up late again today. :X But I can't wake up &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; late because I need to go early to buy medicine for my grandma and for my hydro too. XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Macs for lunch today with di. Yummy! ^^ I love the Filet-O-Fish's bread, it's like steamed and it's really soft. Though a Filet-O-Fish burger is not really enough... It can be eaten in like a few chomps, so fast! And it's gone. D: The fries are yummy! But too much of it makes me go :/. Cause it can get quite salty after eating too many and it makes your lips go weird. .-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And recently there's this experiment that Mac's food can resist decomposition, which means it doesn't go mouldy and stuffs. But shouldn't it be a good thing? I mean, it's like it won't spoil at all. :D But who really cares whether or not it is able to decompose, it's still yummy much. :D I'll still eat it anyway. Heck care about "garbage in, garbage out", all you need is moderation. Tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that went to CGH to buy grandma's medicine, the queue was quite fast in a way. And in the end, I was super early for hydro. And especially today there were only 3 "patients", including me. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And someone took over my hydrotherapist. D: So sad. ): And I think it's going to be permanent. ): It's like the same way at physio at CGH. During the time I was there, I'd seen like all the physiotherapists. :O But doing physio at hospitals suck BIG time, they don't give enough attention to you because of the load. And they blame me for not doing my exercises (well... XD)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if my body is going to ache any further because of today's session. :/ AW MAN! D: I feel like some old woman or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like watching lots and lots of good movies at cinemas. :D But I don't have &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much freedom and money. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird that I have a love-hate relationship with horror films (It's just a saying, I'm not really dating a horror film. LOL!). So much as I like horror films, I hate them as well. I guess I pretty prefer the thrill rather than the ugly, scary, whatever ghosts or whatever other thing that is scary. D: And I really don't like it when something pops up even though you expect it. But well, I guess that's the whole point right? I mean to scare the shits out of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalala. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-536913965725701585?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/536913965725701585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=536913965725701585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/536913965725701585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/536913965725701585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/macs.html' title='Macs?'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948230990702220312.post-8688114790988842767</id><published>2010-10-14T19:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T19:55:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacts.</title><content type='html'>Today I collected my contacts and learned how to put them in and take them out. The learning bit is actually quite easy but the application is harder. Putting them in is quite easy if you don't blink. But, taking them out is a horror. Pinch, pinch, pinch and no success. And I'm really scared of touching my eyeball, but surprisingly, it's not that bad if you have contacts on. BUT, I'm still scared, so maybe that explains the "not being able to pinch hard enough to take them out" thing. XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my eyeballs hurt a little now (had taken them out already).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's really weird wearing them. It's like there's something in my eyes. :O And I'm not sure if it's because my eyeballs are flatter than normal, cause sometimes it doesn't really fit well and it's sorta blurry. It's like clear but blurry (so contradicting right!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the bad part is, I can see my eye bags. *gasp* Hahas. XD But at least there's nothing heavy on my nose bridge when I wear them. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think I look kinda stoned. O.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, mummy says my fringe is like messy (yeah I know that). Cause my hair is naturally wavy, so I need the length to pull it down. SO, that's why I can't cut my hair short. I'll most probably end up looking like a mushroom-bobble head. XD And so much for my mummy wanting me to cut my hair short (I meant chop my hair). I really think it's ironic much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and mummy bought for me this cute high waist shorts. :D I think it'll only go with a white tank top... Not sure, but that's how I imagine it to match with. But even though it's like size 'M', the smallest available, it's still sorta loose in a way around the waist? I'm not saying I'm like super skinny, maybe I'm not used to it? But it's good if I wanna eat a lot and grow fatter there. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet again, it's another day of blabbering. Can't wait for hydro tomorrow. :D But I already tried almost all the floaties and the supposedly not meant to be floaties. SO BORING! I want to go swimming some day. :D But mummy needs to accompany me. :/ *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my body is aching much. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have no idea what to write now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTHING. So, byes. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh ya, my gum around this tooth hurts badly, it's like swollen and painful and ): . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/948230990702220312-8688114790988842767?l=dore-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8688114790988842767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=948230990702220312&amp;postID=8688114790988842767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8688114790988842767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/948230990702220312/posts/default/8688114790988842767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dore-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/contacts.html' title='Contacts.'/><author><name>Charissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02551053117903425239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnIK31Quqw/Tf7lNoNG5CI/AAAAAAAABlU/-2cqiKIAqH8/s220/IMG_2013%2B%2528edited%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
