<?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-13719072</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:03:57.546+09:30</updated><title type='text'>b u r s t . o f . c c o w w c i u m</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where you get to milk me. Aren't you lucky. Mooo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-116278205839384976</id><published>2006-11-06T13:24:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-06T13:32:43.426+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm NOT high maintenance GODDAMIT !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I got this quiz off Bec. No, I really don't give a fuck that quizzes are juvenile and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that I am juvenile in publicising the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated beyond belief and will do anything to prove to the world I am not demanding/high-maintenance/hard-to-please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I answered it in all honesty plus more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Low Maintenance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouhighmaintenancequiz/low-maintenance.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise known as "too good to be true"&lt;br /&gt;You're one laid back chica - and men love that!&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that no good guy likes a dormat.&lt;br /&gt;So if you find your self going along to get along...&lt;br /&gt;Stop yourself and put up a little bit of a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouhighmaintenancequiz/"&gt;Are You High Maintenance?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see, I've got issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Who have been giving me hugs?(Look at my Hug Meter---&gt;) OWN UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-116278205839384976?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/116278205839384976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=116278205839384976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/116278205839384976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/116278205839384976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-not-high-maintenance-goddamit.html' title='I&apos;m NOT high maintenance GODDAMIT !'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-113076203815167657</id><published>2005-10-31T22:59:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:03:58.170+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Many Happy Returns of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Wow, look at the title *points above*. It sounds so posh. Like Kate. Hehe. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yea, I wanna wish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mee-Shell&lt;/span&gt; a very very Happy 19th Birthday!!! (31st October)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You are turning 19 right?????? Rights?!!?!? Lol. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BIG HUGS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are having a blast in Brissie and get loads of cool pressies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya heaps!! I know you are sad and all without me (LOL not!) but I know you are coping well. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon. Perhaps in KL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x o x o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;/span&gt; too, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-113076203815167657?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/113076203815167657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=113076203815167657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/113076203815167657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/113076203815167657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/10/many-happy-returns-of-day.html' title='Many Happy Returns of the Day!'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-113033927718247218</id><published>2005-10-27T00:26:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-27T03:40:23.653+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Intoxicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had my Salsa/Reggaeton lesson yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy these lessons immensely. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only the three of us (Ling, Kate, Me) in the class. Three other girls did not turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, more Julio for us. But it was quite scary when he stood there watching, monitoring and secretly laughing at us dance. (Or more specifically, me) Oh the pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EeLing was so funny. She tried to dance oh-so-sexily and did some cute ballet moves! Hahaha. Mr Sexy Instructor is still better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Omg he is only 20!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Kate did some kickass karate moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I was the only normal one. Maybe next time I'll do some, umm, cooking in Salsa perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I have something special for all you peeps today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt a new move called 'The Drunk'. It's such a funky move that does not require alcohol whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I want to be a very very very good human being, I decided to make some wonderful contributions to the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present you...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Easy, Step-by-Step Drunk Move Tutorial&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, stand up and do yo' thang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/thedrunkmove2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was that guys?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And make sure you are moving backwards when you do all those steps! Kinda like in a zigzag line backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me ten minutes to draw that, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, shucks! Don't need to thank me. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-113033927718247218?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/113033927718247218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=113033927718247218&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/113033927718247218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/113033927718247218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/10/intoxicated.html' title='Intoxicated.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-113015987902595980</id><published>2005-10-24T21:46:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:53:02.756+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Number 7even</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay I think it's about time I did this. I got this from EeLing, Kate and Sofia (bitcherific). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that scare me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. Death and losing people I love and care about (Definitely, and the fear factor of it increased exponentially due to some recent happenings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;2. Darkness and emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Failing miserably in whatever I do best in (Touch wood!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ghosts and lurking shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;5. Depressed people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;BIG spiders and worms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;7. Sex (Yes la, damn scared. *shivers* What if too big?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Seven things I like doing most :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. Shopping when I have the money!!!!! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Dance!!! Reggaeton!!! Salsa!!! (Julio!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;3. Window shopping when I don't have the money (and trying in prettyful dresses and clothes and shoes and stuff) But I usually end up feeling frustrated with my lack of funds.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spending time with my friends and family: Shopping, watching J-Depp movies, coffee, lunch etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dressing up for occassions! (Yes that's true, even though I look ridiculously daggy in university my fellow dagmate, LING!! So cool right? We wear same clothes everyday!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Laughing till my cheeks hurt! (Including teasing people)&lt;br /&gt;7. Arguing with people about random things I'm passionate about. And win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Seven most important things in my room :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. My clothes! Without them, I'll actually be cold and naked, you know?!?! I'm sure none of you wants that *wink*&lt;br /&gt;2. My family of ducks: Lenny, Caro and Bwuce. Btw, Lenny smells. I drooled on him!&lt;br /&gt;3. My mirror (Yes girls, that's how I look sooooo good. Coughs)&lt;br /&gt;4. My comfy comfy comfy and did I mention , comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Gladys. Without her, I'll be damn scared at night. Wails.&lt;br /&gt;6. My cardbox of memories.&lt;br /&gt;7. My panties. (I like that word, it sounds kinky!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Seven random facts about me :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. I love to dance. Though that doesn't mean I'm a fab dancer or anything. =( (Oh and even practice Salsa in the shower)&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss Eunice very much.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am so TOUGH! People fear me. Nah I cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love making funny faces in photos, so when people tell me I look weird, I can tell them I pulled a face. Once I posed with my NORMAL face, my dad was like 'Omg. Can you stop looking so retarded in photos?!' Sniffs.&lt;br /&gt;5. I try really hard to maintain my happy vibe and be funny sometimes. I feel like Mary Heath. But most of the time, I am funny. I'm so funny I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;6. I'm a very diplomatic person. (THAT DOES NOT MEAN TWO-FACE OK!?)&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to get married only after I am 27.&lt;br /&gt;8. Yes number 8. I gained 1 kilo during the winter holidays. My aim is to shit it out. Note to self: Must eat more Vege.&lt;br /&gt;9. I am crazy. Even my mom thinks so. She's always like 'Aiyoh, when will you be normal. If you keep on behaving like this, no one will marry you. You should be like Gladys, such a good, responsible, sensible girl.' I can actually be really serious though.&lt;br /&gt;10. My dad thinks I am lesbian. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. Travel the world. And by world, I mean the WHOLE WIDE WORLD! I'm gonna go scuba-diving, ride the scariest roller coaster, skydiving, etc. And go to Paris and stand in that candola boat thing (I forgot the name of that romantic boat), wearing a pouffy pretty dress, and Johnny Depp holding a frilly umbrella over my head and feeding me exotic chocolates, and Mark (or BadBoy Robbie Williams) from Westlife serenading me a song (Flying Without Wings), while we travel into the Love Tunnel. Sigh. And then, we shall proceed to a sexy hotel room for some lurvee. *wink* Okay I'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get married. Yawn. Just to feel like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;3. Organize the biggest orgy of the century. It will be for charity. See, I do have a good heart.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be some hotshot, famous lawyer. And I will defend Michael Jackson the next time he rapes more lil kids.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have kids. Two.&lt;br /&gt;6. Say sorry to everyone I've hurt.&lt;br /&gt;7. Breast implants. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Seven things I can do :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. Laugh louder than EeLing. I WIN!&lt;br /&gt;2. Have the guts to cut (very) different hairstyles each time. Though I cried the last time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Act really dumb. And some people do fall for it. (Like with my bad sense of direction)&lt;br /&gt;4. Be very, very blunt. My mom said one day I will get into trouble for that.&lt;br /&gt;5. Proscrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have the mens rea for murder. (I have so many people on my hit list)&lt;br /&gt;7. Sing Britney Spears 'Sometimes'. I came third in a Singing Competition in Primary School you know! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Seven things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Shop like crazy. Spend like a person who does not understand the value for money.&lt;br /&gt;2. Speak in a fluent Australian accent.&lt;br /&gt;3. See clearly without my trusty glasses. NERD.&lt;br /&gt;4. Body roll and tap dance. I wanna learnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do a split. Balls will hurt.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have the actus reus for murder.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have sex with a girl, no matter how big her tits are! I'm too intimidated.=( Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Seven words I say the most :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. Dumb asssss.&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh my god, !xobile.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wuteyyyyva.&lt;br /&gt;4. DB.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ugh, you are such a retard.&lt;br /&gt;6. Huh? (No not because I am acting bimbo, it's because I'm a bit deaf)&lt;br /&gt;7. Reaow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Seven celeb crushes :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. Johnny Depp!! I WANT HIM SO BAD!&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesse Metcalfe. Oh you sexy, gardener, you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Uttsada Panichkul.&lt;br /&gt;4. Brendan Fehr. Sexiest Alien Ever.&lt;br /&gt;5. Howl. From Howl's Moving Castle.&lt;br /&gt;6. Takeshi Kaneshiro!&lt;br /&gt;7. Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;8. Mark Feehily from Westlife.&lt;br /&gt;9. Oh trust me, I can go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Seven people I'll love to see doing this :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1.You.&lt;br /&gt;2. Me. But I did it already!&lt;br /&gt;3. Him.&lt;br /&gt;4. Her.&lt;br /&gt;5. The person on my right. (Gladys)&lt;br /&gt;6. The person on my left. (My reflection?=S)&lt;br /&gt;7. The person on the ceiling. (Fuck I just scared myself. I thought about Amityville Horror.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you, girly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-113015987902595980?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/113015987902595980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=113015987902595980&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/113015987902595980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/113015987902595980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/10/lucky-number-7even.html' title='Lucky Number 7even'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112998875450234249</id><published>2005-10-22T22:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:18:10.523+09:30</updated><title type='text'>26th September 1987 ~ 19th October 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;I would like to share this song which was written as a tribute to Nizzey. It was written by her friend, &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://cintaarjuna.blogspot.com/2005/10/demise-of-angel.html"&gt;Shaiful Nizam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://cintaarjuna.blogspot.com/2005/10/demise-of-angel.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Shaiful &amp; Nana - My Angel (Tribute to Eunice Lee)"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span class="verdanaSmall"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Shaiful Nizam)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                    Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;when the sun was shining fine,&lt;br /&gt;I met a special angel,&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful pretty angel,&lt;br /&gt;she taught me to hold on,&lt;br /&gt;and gave me strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed too good,&lt;br /&gt;too good to be the truth,&lt;br /&gt;God is taking my angel&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful pretty angel&lt;br /&gt;how would I cope,&lt;br /&gt;when I've lost my source of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;I wish you're doing fine&lt;br /&gt;in a better place than this&lt;br /&gt;I wish you peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;in a better place than this&lt;br /&gt;I know you're home&lt;br /&gt;In a better place than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone with her,&lt;br /&gt;gone in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;right through this heart&lt;br /&gt;I would never be,&lt;br /&gt;never be the same old me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS X2&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for your soul,&lt;br /&gt;and for you to make me whole,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really missing my angel,&lt;br /&gt;my beautiful pretty angel...Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss you so much, Nizze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I keep thinking about that time you gave me a 'Best Friend' band from Genting Highlands in the school toilet. You were like, 'Hey, Clara, you don't believe in 'best friends' right? Because you said it's bad to rank your friends right?' I was puzzled. And you pulled out this colourful band embroidered with the words 'BEST FRIENDS' and said 'I'm a bit embarassed to give you this, but don't think more to it. We are more like sisters, yea?' We both just giggled like embarassed, lame little girls and you ran out of the toilet. As you left, you said 'Oh you can also use it as a bookmark, you know!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And the last day of school, before I left for Australia. You were ignoring me the whole day. I kept bugging you asking you why you are ignoring me. You were like 'Can you please get lost? I got more important things to do! Geez, you are so annoying!' You were running around, entertaining other people but me. An hour before the end of the school day, you came up to me and said 'Sorry for ignoring you before. I was doing something important.' You handed me a stack of colourful papers decorated with cute colourful pictures, and more importantly, filled with details of my closest friends, and signatures and notes from lots of people. I never felt so touched in my life. I love how you can make a person feel so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was quite comforting reading blogs paying tributes to Nizze. I felt so touched reading about how strong her family is. How her dad spoke about her with his head held high. How Eunice and her Mom had the same dream about Eunice falling off a roof. How Eunice's mom said that Eunice was assigned by God to bring her family up to heaven together. And how they are returning Eunice to God. And how responsible she was. How Lovey said that Eunice was supposed to leave much earlier but she prayed to God to keep Eunice with them for a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I chatted to Leetung on MSN briefly as well. That was comforting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I told him about the day Eunice told me she likes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl2_lblPermalink"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;He apologized for making us argue few years ago. He didn't need to. But I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It is really sweet of him to keep her MSN and Friendster alive too. It is the least he could do to keep her alive, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Thanks so much for your kind words, guys. You know who you are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112998875450234249?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112998875450234249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112998875450234249&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112998875450234249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112998875450234249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/10/26th-september-1987-19th-october-2005.html' title='26th September 1987 ~ 19th October 2005'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112989246797974104</id><published>2005-10-21T19:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:32:57.676+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Wear that Orange T-shirt with Pride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I still can't believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's&lt;/span&gt; gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people told me about her memorial service. How it was packed with over 300 people. In fact, it was overflowing with people. There were even people standing outside the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was not one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wish I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel overwhelmed by how many lives she affected and touched. How much influence she had over everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was at her burial today as well. And I really do mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare myself her best friend, and yet I was not there. Some kind of friend I am, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so angry thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say my proper goodbyes to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I wanted to share and tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to seeing her in KL at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To laugh like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shop like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even started planning on presents I should get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling angry/guilty/frustrated/depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have put more effort into keeping in touch with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should called her at least once a week, like I did the first two years I was in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep the vibe/maintain the strong friendship we once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling myself that I will write/call/email her tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that tommorow never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I could have said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's just too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Carolyn said to me was heart-wrenching, but true. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It took us something like this to get us to talk again.&lt;/span&gt; I will never ever take my friends for granted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just want to see her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nizzey, I really appreciate all the things you taught me, shared with me, the way you made me laugh and the way you told me off for my own good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to never, ever give up&lt;/span&gt;. I thank you for making me a part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will cherish the memories we shared. Which I will carry with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1987-2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's behind you smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing that I'm alive. Every day is full of surprises and I'm excited to know what can happen in a matter of 24 hours!&lt;/span&gt;" Eunice Lee Cay Shing, 17, Seventeen Cover Girl Search 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112989246797974104?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112989246797974104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112989246797974104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112989246797974104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112989246797974104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/10/wear-that-orange-t-shirt-with-pride.html' title='Wear that Orange T-shirt with Pride.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112973985069971879</id><published>2005-10-20T01:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:23:34.836+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Tears will fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 279px; height: 404px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/eunicebw.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Never, never give up -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace, Eunice Lee Cay Shing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be dearly missed and remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God embrace you in His arms, with eternal peace, eternal love, eternal bliss and eternal joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the funny, quirky, happy, crazy, long-phone-sessions, precious, fun moments we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you for only a short period of time, but those times felt like forever. I knew you inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wear the bright orange shirt (your fave colour) with that Happy House fish on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still read the cards you made me, sprinkled with cut out spirals and bright-coloured gel pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I met you. It was on the first day of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember talking on the phone with you for hours, planning your Hawaiian-themed birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember our newspaper collecting, Puan Florence times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the funny nicknames we (and especially you) made up. Eclairz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember your crazy-funny, infectious laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my best friend and we were as close as sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were funny, crazy, understanding, beautiful (Yes, I remember that time where we counted the number of guys who were infatuated with you. Twelve), gorgeous inside-out, cute, the best personality, cheerful, bubbly, creative, very sociable...No words can accurately describe you. You were wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112973985069971879?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112973985069971879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112973985069971879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112973985069971879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112973985069971879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/10/tears-will-fall.html' title='Tears will fall.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112956088648619166</id><published>2005-10-18T00:20:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:40:59.246+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;^%&amp;^*&amp;amp;amp;^(*&amp;(*&amp;amp;)(*((@$#@^^%*&amp;^%#@#@@(*&amp;amp;*(&amp;(*&amp;amp;$#$%&amp;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;^%*&amp;^%^$$#%$$&amp;amp;^(*&amp;*%$#@$%^&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;%$#$%&amp;amp;%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I am just damn fuckstrated at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no, I am not sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to climb up Mt Everest and fucking scream my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at pretty dresses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/100115922.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/alexperry1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112956088648619166?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112956088648619166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112956088648619166&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112956088648619166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112956088648619166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/10/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112903423736986751</id><published>2005-10-11T22:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:07:17.370+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Come on girls, draw circles with your butt!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I JUST HAVE TO SAY THAT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I EFFING LOVE REGGAETON!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If you don't know what that is, it's Latin Hiphop plus Reggae. It's a dance, dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I love it! So much fun. I feel so energetic now, practising the moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate! Ling! Are you guys doing that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIAR!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to see that sexay male instructor shimmy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shimmies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, gotta do contract and laywering tutes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Reggaeton, WOOPS I mean, Clara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112903423736986751?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112903423736986751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112903423736986751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112903423736986751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112903423736986751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/10/come-on-girls-draw-circles_112903423736986751.html' title='Come on girls, draw circles with your butt!!'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112860622762141040</id><published>2005-10-06T23:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:13:47.626+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I give up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I think my younger sister should see a counsellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112860622762141040?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112860622762141040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112860622762141040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-give-up.html' title='I give up'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112799921343184012</id><published>2005-09-29T22:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:39:59.393+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I am an angry little girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/05.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cite: angrylittlegirls.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. This is sooooooo like me. I'm sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of you will agree. (Especially Song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112799921343184012?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112799921343184012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112799921343184012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112799921343184012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112799921343184012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-angry-little-girl.html' title='I am an angry little girl.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112694154667914150</id><published>2005-09-17T16:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-17T17:04:14.516+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Not your average survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I stole this off Nizzey's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This survey seems quite interesting! Well, I think so anyway, especially because I'm working on my Criminal Law Assignment which is due Monday! Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edited to add: I did not number all these names on purpose. It's all on impulse. I'm serious! Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down 20 names that pop into your mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[1] Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[2] LeeAnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[3] Gladys&lt;br /&gt;[4] Abhishek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[5] Punsoong&lt;br /&gt;[6] EeLing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[7] Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[8] Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[9] PikYan&lt;br /&gt;[10] Jacqui&lt;br /&gt;[11] Brenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[12] Tony (Peng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[13] Michelle (Mike)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[14] Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[15] Thai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[16] JiaMeei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[17] Carolyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[18] Trishelea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[19] JonWei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;[20] Edmund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A.Who is #8 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Scott. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;B.Is #9 a boy or a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm not sure. I think she's a girl. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;C.Would #11 and #2 will make a cute couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hell Yeah! Hahaha, Brenda and LeeAnn. Not. LeeAnn got Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;D.How about #18 and #4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hahaha. Maybe. They are both Indians and EXTREMELY smart. But nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;E.What grade is #7 in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Same as me: first year Law student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;F.When was the last time you talked to #12?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yesterday on MSN. He was asking me about his beloved Song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;G.What is #6's favorite band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ling! What is your favourite band! Must be some teeny-bopper band like Backstreet Boys. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;H.Does #1 have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nopes. Poor lonely boy, aye!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I.Would you ever date #3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My sister? Wouldn't it be frowned upon in our society? (Hahaha, Wonka quote alert!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;J.Would you ever date #17?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hmmm. If I ever travel to the other side, I'll consider! Scarlett Johanssen comes first though. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;K.Is #16 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;L.What's #15's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Le I think. Thai Le. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;M.What's #5's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he has one. If it is, it's probably dota or GNT or something. His last name is Khut though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;N.What's #10's fantasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hahahahaha. This is a funny one. And very tricky too! According to what she told me, she has a dream of becoming an Attorney-General, and yet she also doesn't want to work and be the best mom ever. Plus, she MUST have smart kids, or else! Oh and she planned her marriage date and she wants a guy who plays soccer, football, fun, smart and capable of raking in millions! I'm confused. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O.Would #14 and #19 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hahaha. I always thought so. Eunice used to go out with Jon Wei's best mate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;P.What school does #20 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm really not sure. Some college in KL I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Q.Tell me a random fact about #11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;She drank milk bottle up until she was 12. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;R.And #1?&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Shingkenishi's daddy! He's skinny and thinks he's absolutely funny! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;S.And #3?&lt;br /&gt;She gets agitated when people tell her off. She is very defensive and a wannabe-perfectionist. And she is very manly. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;T.And #2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;She's a cutie-wootie and loves Joe more than me now! Sniffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;U. Have you ever had a crush on #16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I would love to say yes, because she's such a sweetie, but no. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;V. Where does #9 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Novar Gardens, Adelaide. She lives pretty close to Marion but farrrr away from my house. My house is a 5 minutes drive to Marion. Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;W. What's #4's favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Orange! (Or is that Ankush's?) =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;X. Would you makeout with #3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Again, it's frowned upon in our society. I would if she's Johnny Depp though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Y. Are no.#5 and #6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. But they are soon-to-be Dota buddies! *cringes* Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Z. Does #8 like #19?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;They don't know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;a. Does #10 have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yes, she has two mice!!! So cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;b. Is #12 older than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nope, he's an old man. His birthday is this coming Wednesday! I think he's turning 19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;c. Give #13 a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Of course! I don't see why not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;d. Is #15 the sexiest person alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hahahaha. Oh yea like super hot man. He's a kickass breakdancer and cuts his own hair. He's obsessed with shoes shoes shoes! Oh and stripes too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;e. Is #14 weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nopes, but she's no boring individual! She's really funny, loud and great to talk to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;f. Have you seen #7 naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hahahahhahahaha. This is so funny. Oh Kate, would you let me? *winks* ~runs away~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;g. What's #3's favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Apples. And everything really. She loves her food. But not as much as me!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;h. Would #9 kiss #17?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't think so! Though I don't think Piks would mind a lil girl-on-girl action! Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i. Who would u choose, #11 or #13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hmmm. Prolly Michelle. I see my sister too often! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;j. What car is #18 driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't knoww...=( Can she drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;k. Does #10 have a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yes. George. Their relationship seems realllllllly exciting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;l. Will u ever fight with #5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yes. And I'll beat him hands down! Muahahaha. Nah, he's too sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;m. Would u go for a vacation with #16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Of course!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;n. Who would u like to be sleeping naked with the next day u wake up hungover, #8 or #12?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Definitely Bec. Hahaha. Tony? Nooooo wayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;o. Have u seen #2 drunk b4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No. Tipsy at the most. She gets all flirty and cute. Awww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;p. What brand of cellphone is #14 using?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't know. In fact, I'm not a very techsavvy at all, so even if she told me, I wouldn't know. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;q. If #4 and #17 fell into the water, who would u rescue 1st?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn. Abhishek is Mr Tough Guy. He can save himself from any danger or harm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;r. If u are to choose someone that u can dump into the sea.. who would u choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This is hard. Either PikYan, Brenda or Jacqui.&lt;br /&gt;PikYan because she likes swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda because she likes to shout at me. =(&lt;br /&gt;Jacqui because she wins too many arguments. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;s. When will #5 get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When he decides he wants to be commited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;t. Who will win the fight, between #11 and #19?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Brenda. She'll make JonWei cry. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. My dad came back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be here for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought me Estee Lauder Beyond Paradise perfume from Singapore Duty Free. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought Britney Spears Curious at first because I used to like it, but I told him to change it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought loads of yummy snacks, like Durian biscuits. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought loads of undies for Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought a painting of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; apples for Gladys. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and remember, Song turns twenty this Monday!!!!!!!! OLD MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to CrimLaw Assignment. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112694154667914150?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112694154667914150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112694154667914150&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112694154667914150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112694154667914150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-your-average-survey.html' title='Not your average survey.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112661446980522229</id><published>2005-09-13T21:38:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:01:39.870+09:30</updated><title type='text'>It's a rather sad day today, isn't it? *sniffs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sniffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm full sad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last Salsa lesson today (well the last lesson of the six-week Beginner Course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I know this is a rather pointless post so I wanna winge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winge winge winge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate, we must find more Salsa classes to attend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferably with some hot-droolworthy-sexy-*fans myself*-cute  D J R u m b e r o !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaha. Are you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;disgusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yet, Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh he's sosososos cute and such a brilliant dancer. But I mean, Bianca is cool too of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had TONS of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling, AS IF you missed it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Smelly-poooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways adios amigos for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, back to preparing for the Negotiation Task tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy me shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Choo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/jimmychooflats1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 472px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/jimmychooflats1a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 492px; height: 492px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/jimmychooflats2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 496px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/jimmychooflats3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moschino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 464px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/moschinoflats1a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/chloecrystalheels1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/CODEY956.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 453px; height: 602px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/bronze-silverflats-scooter.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/FAMI657.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 453px; height: 340px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/bronze-silverflats-mollini2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love flats because I'm a total klutz and can't walk in heels. Who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112661446980522229?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112661446980522229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112661446980522229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112661446980522229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112661446980522229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-rather-sad-day-today-isnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s a rather sad day today, isn&apos;t it? *sniffs*'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112326165797253497</id><published>2005-08-06T02:02:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:16:30.356+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lots of random things did not make my day at all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pickle's 'infamous' comment in her blog. Sorry to mention it here, Piks, but I have to rant about it. It's not that we don't care about everything else you wrote, but an offensive remark(s) is an offensive remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friggin haircut that's three inches too short. I spent an hour crying over it (Hey, it's a sensitive issue alright?). But I've been getting some positive comments (Thanks to all you sweet people who were so kind with your comments, and I guess I don't mind looking 'cheeky') So I'll be fine. I'm getting the hang of styling my hair. Should I colour it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I spent one point five hours looking for Encompass bookstore because I forgot where it is (on Thursday). I found out later when the shop closed. I went on Friday, but my skinny jeans shopping trip with LeeAnn, Joe and Jacqui made me forget I had to buy books. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Skinny jeans shopping trip. Damn-fuck-strating. I've been looking for a pair for ages and ages because I liked them for ages and ages. Nothing fits me well. The grey pair I wanted below is too big for me (even in the smallest size). It was baggy-ish and all. And I tried on other pairs, they are usually fine in the bum but loose in the calf area. LeeAnn only started looking for them, and she could find many pairs that fit her. I couldn't help feeling jealous. Sigh. I wish I had a proportionate body and not mother-bearing hips and small thighs PLUS being short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lenny daddy gone to camp. Three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My embarassing Criminal Law seminar 'presentation'. I don't usually get nervous. But law people do intimidate me. I need to get over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. LeeAnn thinking I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; know what a 'parade' is. (This is more of a joke. But I hate feeling dumb). I would also like to clarify that I don't pay out Asian people. I mean, why should I? I'm the epitome of Asian. With my accent and all. (To LeeAnn's Joe) Oh, and Ralph Lauren is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I haven't done much work. I need to read more Contract Law stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I saw a flatten/squashed bird in the middle of the road. Sniffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I must be in a bad mood. On the bright side, I had the 'MOST FUCKING DELICIOUS ORGASMIC &lt;insert&gt;' dinner in North Adelaide today with Gladys, Brenda, Abhishek, LeeAnn and Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(WARNING: *Pointing at Abhishek* If you can't handle gross descriptions of food, don't proceed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called AB. AB actually stands for 'Abortion' (TOO MUCH INFORMATION!). The dish was created by some medical student some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why it's called 'Abortion' is because it looks bloody, and messy and all that shit. (Don't get me wrong, it's DELICIOUS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Gladys thinks it's called that because it's addictive and after eating a couple of tonnes of it, you will feel pregnant. Thus, you will feel guilty and want to abort 'the baby'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB consists of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crunchy but juicy lamb slices/pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golden crunchy fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbeque sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garlic and sour cream sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomato sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All mixed together to resemble a big pile of (forgive me) 'aborted foetus'. And then, DIG IN!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT let the 'creative name' of this dish put you off ever trying it. It's heavenly. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Daily Bell (YUM) for some ice cream. I ordered Strawberry Cheesecake ice-cream on a Kiddies Cone because I was so full with aborted foetus. (Hahaha, Abhishek, how funny was the Baby Cone?!?!?!? Oops I forgot he won't be reading this part!) I took quite a long time to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll end the post with some gorgeous photos of Scarlett Johansson. Her outfits are gorgeousssss. This pics are probably dedicated to Kate and myself. (I am not lesbian, I swear.) Photos are courtesy of getty images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/52800946.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/52800947.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/52800902.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/51832535.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/51831615.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burp once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Clara,&lt;br /&gt;x o x o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112326165797253497?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112326165797253497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112326165797253497&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112326165797253497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112326165797253497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112270185891608166</id><published>2005-07-30T14:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T05:30:58.273+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A lesson on....lurrrrrve =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Good afternoon, kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good afternoon, Professor Clara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing wonderful relationships blossom. But guys are dickheads and girls are prone to getting cheated on. It's a fact of life! So I, Professor Clara, will teach you kids something very important today, and you should take my advice until you are 99% down the grave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;This is what dumb girls are like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/girlboylove1.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that guys are all horny and love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/girlboylove2.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;this is what smart girls are like&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/girlboylove3.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that there are two types of girls: smart or dumb. But there's only one type of men: Horny and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/girlboylove4.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, strong girls turn me on. Go girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Ahh heck, you derive your own conclusion (something along the lines of don't rely/depend on the guy too much, don't be too clingy etc). I did my part. Now girls, run along and throw your cute green ballet flat shoes at dumb boys! Make sure you aim properly. (The reason I chose green ballet flat shoes as a weapon is because I saw a really cute green pair on sale at Myer for $17 and it was the last pair in size 5. I'm a size 6. I am very very pissed off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I have a feeling that LeeAnn might think that this entry is my impression of her relationship with Joe. But let me assure you that I did not mean or am implying that Joe is gonna cheat on her or run away or anything of the sort. The big boobs does not mean that the girl is her either. But I'll admit that all class of boys ARE horny, so if you think that bit reflects Joe, it was just a major coincidence. Hahaha. I truly, genuinely feel that their relationship is beautiful as me, as romantic as me eating chocolates by myself in my room (very romantic ok! You don't know what I do with my chocolates at the privacy of my own house) and as sturdy and strong as a warm, hard dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks for attending my lesson guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112270185891608166?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112270185891608166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112270185891608166&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112270185891608166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112270185891608166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/07/lesson-onlurrrrrve-p.html' title='A lesson on....lurrrrrve =P'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112246945555001700</id><published>2005-07-27T22:20:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:56:31.306+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton v ... Song  (WTF!?!?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Song says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dun u reckon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Song says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;very small n cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Me says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;what is small and cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Song says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;paris hilton's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Song says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;they r like mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Song says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;when she smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Song says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;can u see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Song says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/pariseyes.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/songeyes.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my appalling photoshop skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well it's up to you guys to judge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112246945555001700?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112246945555001700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112246945555001700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112246945555001700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112246945555001700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/07/paris-hilton-v-song-wtf.html' title='Paris Hilton v ... Song  (WTF!?!?!)'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112228989618043253</id><published>2005-07-25T19:17:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:37:57.903+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm back *giggles*.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay okay, I know I haven't been blogging for awhile.Didn't feel like it. However, a series of interesting things (IMO anyway) did occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was back in town for a week. He bought me a new shiny red MP3/USB player from Singapore (it looks like a coke can). I also got three new bras and undies. Burmese lollies. Burmese Sambal. Hair straightener/crimping set. Some other stuff. My dad cleaned the pool, cut the grass, replaced broken light bulbs, etc etc etc. Sucha good dad, huh! My lil sis went to some dinner thing with my dad and they won a new LG slim DVD player =D. He left on Saturday. Can't wait to see him along with my mummy and Melvin in KL at the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle left to Queensland =(. We had a going away dinner for her at T-Chow. Ling and me got her BodyShop stuff. So she'll think of us when she's in the shower. Reaow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught up again in Marion one day before she left. We watched Sin City. Good looking movie with a bad storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you heaps, Mee-shell. Have fun in Brissie!!! We'll catch up when you come back to Adelaide and also in KL! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Jacqui's on Saturday night for a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeling, Jacqui and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. Real chicken rice.Yummmm. Jacqui's mom= great cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeling's mom is really cool.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five games of Uno. Scores- Jacqui: 4, Eeling: 1, Clara: 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa Smile. Gorgeous movie. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read magazines (I am so not bisexual dammit!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakes and dumplings for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with Jacqui's mousies. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I saw after the last time I blogged::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sin City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mona Lisa Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Few Good Men: I didn't mind Tom Cruise that much in this movie. Demi Moore has big bosoms. I didn't like the sound effects. I love this movie though. Very interesting storyline. I love the whole overused,cheesy 'You want the truth? You can't handle the truth' thing. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shutter: It's a Thai horror movie. And, it's fucking scary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't sleep for two nights. But I definitely recommend this movie to YOU, yes you! You so wanna watch the last part! It's actually a well-made horror movie with a decent storyline. Plus, Ananda Everingham is SO HOT I WANT HIM RIGHT NOW! Licks*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jason X: This movie was fucking painful to watch. I HATED IT WITH VENGEANCE. It's such a waste of time and I actually felt like suing the director/writer/the whole movie cast/whoever's involved in making this movie for creating this big pile of shit!!!! I could sue them for the anger and frustration it caused me which could lead to heart attack. Okay, I know it's not possible to sue them for anger and all but I don't care. To me, anger is a recognizable psychiatric injury. Wait, but I'm always angry. Does this mean I'm a psycho? Argh stuff this. Look what this movie did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Two lame-ass Hongky movies: Nearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrly as bad as Jason X. I don't remember the names of the two Hongky movies I saw because it's a waste of brain cells and memory space. Why can't the producers put the money to better use? Like help impotent men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG and I can't wait for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. SEPTEMBER 1st!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Johnny Depp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dies of impatience*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (the movie duh) is coming out on December 1st! The girl who's playing Cho Chang is not very pretty. Sorry to break your heart people! Cedric Diggory is ugly too! Even Viktor Krum is better looking than he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Harry Potter, I finished reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince at 3am today! I want to discuss it here, but I don't want to spoil it for anyone. I never cried so much reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*WAILSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So so so so so sad. =((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start reading The Bride Stripped Bare by Anonymous which Jacqui lent me. Kate told me it's porn-ish. YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh yeah, I got my exam results back too. I got 2 High Distinctions, 1 Distinction and 1 Credit. I'm pretty dissapointed for Torts. =( I shall study harder, I mean smarter, this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. First day back at uni today. Kate's back from China too. Yay! Haven't seen her for two weeks. I'm so jealous, she had so much fun there. She went to Shanghai, Beijing, Guangzhou, Hong Kong, etc. Drools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first two-hour Contract Law Lecture (all I had today). This subject seems pretty interesting. =) I'm looking forward to Criminal Law and Lawyering! I don't know about Philosophy. I looked through my book before. It has shits like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'The definition of Life'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'What is Identity?'&lt;/span&gt; and even funnier, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'What is the meaning of "Question"?'&lt;/span&gt;. I'm serious. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke too. I spent $150 on books today. And that's only half of what I need. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! LeeAnn is now going out with Joe. Whopee! He asked her out on Friday. Hehe, I'm happy for her! She's so damn loveydovey, cheesy, romantic, love-is-such-a-fairytale-y these days. Well, I know she's already like that, but it's like, magnified! Well, I'm sure he'll treat her good, but if he doesn't...*Clara flexes her biceps*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Leeann thinks I hate/dislike Joe though. Well I have to admit, my first impression of him wasn't umm too flash, but I don't hate people I barely know! So when I saw him the other day, I was nice to him, just like I am to everybody. Like even genuine nice. And he was kinda awkard-ish towards me. When he talks right, he doesn't make eye contact. So I guess it's not me who dislike him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm still happy for her! My opinions of him shouldn't matter too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual, I shall end my post with photos. Of clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Outfits I adore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Vogue.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/nauticaltrench.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that cute? I love the trenchcoat and the umbrella! I can't wear trenchies because I'm too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/sailorgirl.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/sailor.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole Nautical look is cute! Not something I'd wear, but good eye candies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/parishiltongorgeousdress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris' dress is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/mischadress2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/mischadress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call this dress the 'Bubble' dress. Hehehehe. So pretty. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/greenmelaniewraptop2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/greenmelaniewraptop.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really an outfit, but I love this wraptop. Melanie from Big Brother wore a white version. Hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/nicewinterclothes.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this winter outfit minus the ugg boots. I'm not a big fan of uggboots outdoors. Too many teeny-boppers wearing them. I like the jacket, skirt, top, beanie and stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/cutevogueclothes.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/cutetop.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous summer outfit. Especially *heart* the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/chicvogue.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cute summer outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/chicoutfit.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this look! So polished. And sleek. I'm too much of a man to pull it off though. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting a haircut soon. Ideas, anyone?&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112228989618043253?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112228989618043253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112228989618043253&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112228989618043253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112228989618043253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-giggles.html' title='I&apos;m back *giggles*.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112125495565281861</id><published>2005-07-13T20:58:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:51:26.933+09:30</updated><title type='text'>One Question Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To the Male and Female Human Species,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this question answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Do you condition (as in with shampoo conditioner) your pubes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not weird. I am just curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since some of you will be to shy to answer, I'll give you multiple choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Omg, like always! That's why it's so smooth like...Julio Iglesias voice.&lt;br /&gt;B Yes, but only when I squeeze too much conditioner for my hair. I hate wastage.&lt;br /&gt;C Yes, occassionally, when I'm going out on a 'mission'. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;D No, mine is naturally untangly and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;E No, I've got none because I bikini wax/shave/have not hit puberty/am three years old/other funny reasons.&lt;br /&gt;F No, I don't use conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;G Yes, insert your own comments.&lt;insert&gt;&lt;add&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H No, &lt;/add&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;insert your own comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;add&gt;&lt;add&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is: B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. All of you reading this entry MUST ANSWER this question. YOU MUST! Including Gladys, Brenda, LeeAnn, Pikyan, PunSoong, Song, EeLing, Abhishek, Michelle, Kate, Sam, JiaMeei, whoever who commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Fantastic Four yesterday with Song, Soong, Gladys, Brenda, LeeAnn, EeLing and Ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch Batman but it was sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me go on about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bitched a lot about the movie after I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's blardy cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unoriginal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can't act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a waste $A 5.70 (Tuesday is Tight Arse Day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/add&gt;&lt;/add&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112125495565281861?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112125495565281861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112125495565281861&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112125495565281861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112125495565281861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-question-survey.html' title='One Question Survey'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112101412729789463</id><published>2005-07-11T01:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-11T02:18:47.316+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I need to blog (even though nobody reads it)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I've been watching some good movies. Because I'm bored and have nothing to do in the holidays. And because I have splendid taste in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got too much to say. So I'm gonna make very short reviews. Like really short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Aviator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is really good! Worth your precious three hours! Trust me. There's so much to think about when watching this movie. Leonardo Dicaprio is surprisingly impressive in this movie. With his obsessive compulsive behaviour acting and all. Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it. Brilliant storyline. Johnny Depp was really good in the movie. And no, I don't like the movie just because he's in it. It's a good movie overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lost in Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie won Golden Globe Awards including one for Best Picture. I'm not kidding you. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; overrated. Not a good movie. I think Americans loved this movie for its cultural feel. That's all I can think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Frida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS MOVIE! My favourite movie by far. You must watch it. It's spectacular and just fucking brilliant. There's nothing more I can say. There are no words to describe it. Just perfect. I'm repeating myself. GO WATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this movie as much as I loved Big Fish (which I love very much). Hehe. Twisted in a good way. I like the 'loop' effect. Okay I'm really bad at reviewing movies. Just go watch it and agree with me. You'll understand what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-ya Sisterhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. This-movie-fucking-sucks-so-don't-watch-it! Okay, more than one word. Shoot me. The plot is just...wrong. I felt as though it had BIG holes the size of Pamela Anderson's left boob. If I directed this movie, at least it'll be half decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movies I wanna watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented this on DVD. Nicole Kidman won an Oscar for Best Actress for this movie. I hope it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Girl with the Pearl Earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented this on DVD too. This movie just looks so good! I heard the book is really good, so yeah. Plus, Scarlett Johanssen is really hot. And that's not the reason why I want to watch it. Kate said that if she's lesbian she'll sleep with her. HAHA! Kate's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A Few Good Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You want the truth? You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song and Feng told me this is a really good movie. So it's next on my DVDs-to-rent list. I hate Tom Cruise but if it's a good movie, it's a good movie. The only thing I'm worried about is that Song has bad movie taste. He likes shits like American Pie and Scary Movie 1,2 and 3, Harold and Kumar...you get the drift. Hmmm, we'll see, wouldn't we, my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Mona Lisa Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also on my DVDs-to-rent list. It looks good as well. I don't like Julia Roberts that much but I saw the trailer. It looks good enough not to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Motorcycle Diaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Also on my DVDs-to-rent list. Kate told me it's a really good movie. We have similar taste in movies. Thus, I must watch this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Batman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from a lot of people that it's heaps good. I got caught up in the hype, so I want to watch it! I hope I won't be dissapointed, as I have high expectations. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just curious as to how bad this movie really is! If it is, I'll just blame it on Tom Cruise. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kookai is having a 50% off all sale stock Sale. I bought a cute longsleeve top with words at the back. I also saw really cute charm earrings. I wanted it, but since I'm saving up for KL I decided against it. And I saw this gorgeous silk black dress with really funky layers and some turquoise pattern on the front. It was so damn nice! I really wanted it as it was so cheap. I tried on a size 1 (small) and I couldn't zip it up. I'm not exactly fat and I'm usually a small so I was so annoyed. Then, I tried on a size 2 (medium) and I could just zip it up (had to suck in all the breath I've got). But it was exposing more than half my boobs. Argh. So now it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;haunting&lt;/span&gt; me! Now I know why it's on sale. It's SO DAMN GORGEOUS I CAN'T STAND IT! AND SO CHEAP TOO! I'm gonna cry in my room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm back. Since I am so annoyed, I shall post photos of all the gorgeous dresses I found on the net. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/possessed_style_master_dress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/kingdom_of_soul_dress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/gods_of_babylon_dress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/dresssss17.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/mischabartondress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same dress on Mischa Barton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/dresssss15.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/dresssss14.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/dresssss13.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/dresssss12.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if that killed your bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112101412729789463?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112101412729789463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112101412729789463&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112101412729789463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112101412729789463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need-to-blog-even-though-nobody.html' title='I need to blog (even though nobody reads it)!'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112057998505576653</id><published>2005-07-06T00:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-06T01:48:53.096+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Complainer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I feel like having a whinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand girls who over-flirt with a guy (that's not their boyfriend of course). Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja-manjaing&lt;/span&gt; (malay word) with the high-pitched voice, touchy-feely-ness and pouty mouth. So damn fuc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;king annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand girls who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merajuk &lt;/span&gt;over small shits as well. Especially when I went through the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand guys who are nice only to single girls. Just because they know they've got a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a certain person&lt;/span&gt;, who apologized only to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this other person&lt;/span&gt; just because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this other person&lt;/span&gt; full &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merajuk&lt;/span&gt; over something so damn small, and didn't think of apologizing to some other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet sane person (that didn't manja or merajuk)&lt;/span&gt; who went through the same thing as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merajuk-ing &lt;/span&gt;person. (Okay I don't think I made very much sense. Oh well. It makes sense to me. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls should never do too much shit for a guy. Guys do take advantage, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should never ditch their friends even if they found a new boy-toy. Always make time for your friends. At the end of they day, they're what that matters most (when your boy-toy plans backfire). I admit I might be slightly contradictory on this point. But I try my best to make time for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls should never listen and do everything a guy tells them to do. Have it your own way. Well of course, I'm not denying boys their decision-making powers. But don't let a guy be too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;controlling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. So damn frustrating. It's beginning to sound like a Boys 101 Guidebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just what's annoying me at the moment. If you think I'm talking about you, don't be so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perasan &lt;/span&gt;(egoistic). I'm not referring to you. That way, I don't hurt anybody's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated over little things. Actually, no. They are not petty at all. So, listen up girls! Read the above again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shopping because I am feeling angry. I wish I've got infinite amount of money to buy me everything on my you-don't-wanna-know how-long-it-is wish list. I know people say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Money can't buy you happiness',&lt;/span&gt; that's bullshit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(according to my shallow, materialistic theory anyway! So don't go cursing at me)&lt;/span&gt;. I feel happy whenever I have something new and the satisfaction you get from buying something with the money you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;earn&lt;/span&gt; is just bliss/orgasmic. Money buys me chocolate. And that gives me happiness I just cannot describe (i.e. Too Fucking Goood). It can also buy me a boob job. Bigger boobs would make me happier with myself. Also, do I think money can buy me love? Yes. Watch the $25 million Dollar Hoax Show. The family was full jealous in the beginning, when that girl won '$ 25 million'. In the last part, she earned that LOADS of wonderful prizes, and they love her once again. (Haha, okay, like I said, according to my shallow, materialistic eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Money makes the world go round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;No money, no talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money is the root of all evil.&lt;/span&gt; According to the Clara Dictionary of Good English, 'evil' means chocolate, fame, success, beautiful clothes and all things Clara loves/want. Thus money is the root of all evil because it allows Clara to buy all things she loves/want. Yes, shutup, I make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snaps back to reality* Okay I don't have that kinda money do too much shopping right now. Please remind me that I am saving up for my MASSIVE SHOPPING SPREE IN KUALA LUMPUR, THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!! If you remind me constantly, that'll stop me from shopping too much here so I can have millions to spend in Malaysia! *evil laughter* I don't have that satisfaction of spending whatever I earn anymore because I quit my job at Wokinabox. Don't need to feel sorry for me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 'earning' money. Which brings me to another point. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Australia and it's encouraging-lazy-people-to-get-lazier Tax and Welfare system.&lt;/span&gt; I've got too much to say on this topic and I can hear some of my friends groaning already. I know I argued with some of you on countless occassions and it must be pretty frustrating for you guys to see me soo 'emo' about it. Haha. So I'll do you a favour by shutting up (for now anyways. Muahahahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm angry and frustrated today, I shall not post any 'exciting' photos as I usually do. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a website that made my day. I know I'm not alone. Wipes sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click click.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.vogue.com.au/forums/showthread.php?t=63338"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vogue.com.au/forums/showthread.php?t=63338"&gt;Grapes v Watermelons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(Pickles will get this joke. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, vogue forums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kate and Jacqui,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with you girls today. Of Pho, Bubble Teas and Haighs Chocolates. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adore the Witchery Cardigan you bought, Kate. More window-shopping for me, though! I'm dying to shop. I'll wait for my KL trip for that! Hehe. Encourage me to save please.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Pik Yan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Peach and Rose Green Bubble Tea you made me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Gladys, Song and Tony (and perhaps more),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun playing badminton with you people today. Especially Gladys. Great to play with someone worse than I am. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x o x o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112057998505576653?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112057998505576653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112057998505576653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112057998505576653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112057998505576653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/07/complainer.html' title='Complainer.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112030407143558098</id><published>2005-07-02T19:10:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T05:22:51.750+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I want a bigger bum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm the person people love to sit next to on the bus. I just don't know why. It must be my wonderful odour. Or my friendly face. Or my petite-ness. Yepps. My petite-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus to town yesterday. There were around three empty bus benches. All the other benches, including mine, were occupied by people sitting by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened. A man in his forties, with a long, greasy mullet wearing a blue-checked shirt sat next to me. He smelt of smoke. He coughed a lot too. I was wondering why he didn't sit next to a nice looking old woman in front of me. Or on the other empty benches. He got off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened again. A pudgy, old woman with curly hair sat next to me. She smelt of spice. I was wondering why she didn't sit next to the woman on my right, eating wokinabox. Or on the other empty benches. She got off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened again. An old woman, in her sixties or seventies I couldn't tell, wearing a yellow beanie, a sunshine yellow jumper, mustard yellow pants, bright fuschia gloves and lavender scarf came in. She had Richard Gere white locks. She looked around. She sat next to me. I was wondering why she didn't sit next to the young lad behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very interesting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she talked to me about the wonderful rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, 'Older women are very comfortable with their bodies. Younger women should accept their bodies no matter how they look. When they get to my age, they'll understand why.' Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me she watched &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Madagascar&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with her girls (which I assume, meant friends) yesterday. Her favorite movies are Finding Nemo, Shark's Tale, Shrek 1, Shrek 2 and some other famous cartoon I cannot recall (Robots? Brother Bear?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got off at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I watched as the yellow old woman walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concluded that people choose to sit next to me because of my small ass that does not take up too much room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what a pointless post. Soong, Feng and I helped Song move yesterday. His new house is really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy, new neighbour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good. I had Veal Parmigiana. Delishhhhhhhhh. A twenty five centimetre piece of veal. With melted cheese. With bolognaise sauce. Sprinkled with ham. Over a sea of mash potatoes. I ate the whole thing! But I didn't each my vegies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song, Feng and I got into an argument over a game of Scrabble. It made me think boys (actually only Song) have no brains. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soong's mom makes lovely chocolate cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Sweet Chilli and Sour Cream Kettle Chips for supper. Feng, Soong and Song had Subways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home. Nearly four a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek is leaving for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Have a great flight there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Bonesetter's Daughter by Amy Tan in the afternoon. Got up to Chapter 7. Great book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what we are all going to do tonight. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x o x o&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112030407143558098?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112030407143558098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112030407143558098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112030407143558098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112030407143558098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-want-bigger-bum.html' title='I want a bigger bum.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-112013824071550507</id><published>2005-06-30T21:27:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:00:41.236+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Clara and the Glass Elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I had a rather exciting day yesterday. (I don't wanna say I had a 'DAMN FUCKING EXCITING' day because some annoying 'cool' people might be like, 'Ugh! Clara thinks her day is exciting? She must be such a loser! How can she think being trapped in a lift that's about to crash (from the 17th storey) because the wires/cords/whatever-you-call-it were very worn, with no air, no lights, two smelly boys and a girl with big titties (LEE-ANN GOH) for seven point five hours be classified as 'exciting'?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepps. I'm serious. That was what happened to me. Please read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last exam (Public Law and Regulations Code: LLAW 1102, because you needed to know that) at 8:45am yesterday morning. Woke up at 7am, man! That's uber early for me. Before I go on, I would like to say thank you to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Song, Sam, Michelle and Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; for giving me a wake up call for my Torts Exam and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Song, Kate and Eeling's mom&lt;/span&gt; (haha!) for my PubLaw exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam ended at 10:30am. As if they chopped the exam time by half an hour! I hope I did okay =S *touch wood on Kate's head* After the exam, Kate dropped me home. She is a very good manual driver who 'parks brilliantly'. HAHA. (Don't get angry, Kate! You know I love ya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(Haha, I'm dragging on my got-stuck-in-a-lift-that's-about-to-crash story to get you curious and hyped up about it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went over to Song's (mass scummy) house to help him clean windows. I'm the best window cleaner there is (I charge $ 43.76/hour in case you're interested)! I played The Sims while he studied (he has two more exams! Wahaha!). Went home around 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(I'm dragging on and on and on and on...Excited enough to piss in your panties yet?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with my Law bummies and more at Ming's Palace. (Thanks to Jacqui, the wonderful social planner!) It was fun. Everyone (well, people on my table anyways. The people on the other table had their own wonderful convos I'm sure) was great and so funny to talk to! We ate peking duck pancakes! YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. We (especially me and EeLing hahaha) took lotsa coughs*cool*coughs photos. Mish, send them to me please! Dinner ended pretty early, around ten something, so I called LeeAnn to see if she wanted to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(Hahaha. Are you bored? Don't be lah! Be patient...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;LeeAnn picked me up in her hot sexy Honda Prelude (yes, I'm serious. She drives a Honda Prelude. That's how much of a man she is. HAHA). She had these two other guys with her (Joe and Kainan). No wonder the car smells of threesome sex. He flirted with LeeAnn heaps (LeeAnn, don't shoot me for saying this. That was what I saw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for coffee at Palazzo Cafe. Vienna chocolate was yummy ass. I don't think Joe likes me very much. Must be my annoyingness-sarcastic streak. I mean, sometimes you can just feel that you're not liked very much.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyways. Like I care. The other dude and some Indian guy who dropped by were very nice indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(Okay okay, the lift part is next...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coffee, we drove to some apartment so that Joe could collect some stuff. We got in a little elevator. Joe and Kainan, being &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOTS&lt;/span&gt;, jumped and shooked the lift vigorously. We got up to the third floor (we were supposed to stop at the seventh floor) and all of a sudden, the lift stopped. It didn't just stop, it actually stopped SCARILY. Made me get butterflies and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine fine. I was exagerating a LITTLE about it being on the 17th floor and all. The lift was air-conditioned and well-lit. But the big titties part was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Me, LeeAnn and two smelly boys were stuck in the lift. There was a sign that says 'Press the bell for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; 5 seconds&lt;/span&gt; and wait for a reply'. We pressed the bell for around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10 minutes&lt;/span&gt; (120 times longer than we were meant to). No one came. Argh. I was so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Charlie and the Glass Elevator. I was afraid the lift was going to shoot out into space.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr and Mrs Smith. I was afraid a bomb was planted in the lift and that someone wants me dead. Actually, come to think about it, perhaps someone wanted one of the boys dead.&lt;br /&gt;3. Final destination. I was afraid that when I get out of the lift, the door would close on my head/hair and get chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;4. Some other movie. I was afraid the cable holding up the lift would break. And you can imagine what that would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fifteen minutes&lt;/span&gt; (hahaha, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; seven point five hours), two people came (not the security people). &lt;/span&gt;They told us how to open the lift doors from the inside. When we got the door to open, I realized the lift was stuck in between the second and the third floor. Haha. It was freaky. Two hot buff men (YEAAAAA) helped me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes. That was my oh-so-exciting lift experience. But hey I was scared. The incident created fear in me (imminent). Hahaha. Speaking of law terms, I can actually sue the City East Apartment security for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;false imprisonment&lt;/span&gt; (Trespass). False imprisonment is a direct act by the defendant that totally the plaintiff of his/her liberty without lawful justification. (Cite: Bird v Jones) We were trapped in there for fifteen minutes (instead of five seconds) and no security people came to rescue us. That deprived me of my liberty! Also, it was a total restraint of my liberty as I did not have the knowledge that it was possible to open the lift door from the inside. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will shutup about Torts Law stuff before someone shoots me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a fetish for Kate Hurst dresses. Though, that does not mean they suit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my picks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/18-cut-out-dress-red.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/16-ra-ra-dress-black.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black version of the yellow ra-ra dress I posted below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/12-ra-ra-dress-pink.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/11-bustier-dress-ballet.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x o x o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-112013824071550507?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/112013824071550507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=112013824071550507&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112013824071550507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/112013824071550507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/06/clara-and-glass-elevator.html' title='Clara and the Glass Elevator'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-111986097214081310</id><published>2005-06-27T17:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:59:32.146+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm nervous for my Torts exam tommorow. So, I'm releasing some stress by posting an entry. Hope you don't mind. Hey, why should you mind anyway? It's MY blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through my pictures folder a few days ago and found these lil dollies! I made them during the summer holidays last year when I had nothing else better to do. Song, you remember those days, didn't you? I can't cite the website I made this from because I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, there ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/doll7.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/doll6.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/doll5.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/doll4.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/doll3.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/doll2.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/doll1.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me which one your favourite is! Mine are dolls number two and three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x o x o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-111986097214081310?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/111986097214081310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=111986097214081310&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111986097214081310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111986097214081310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/06/breathe.html' title='Breathe.........'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-111977573301396394</id><published>2005-06-26T18:17:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:18:53.013+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Here's another for the collection!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oooooh, another prettyful yellow dress to spice up the collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/03-ra-ra-dress-yellow.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous Kate Hurst dress! I WANT I WANT I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-111977573301396394?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/111977573301396394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=111977573301396394&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111977573301396394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111977573301396394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/06/heres-another-for-collection.html' title='Here&apos;s another for the collection!'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-111977041566880049</id><published>2005-06-26T15:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:50:15.706+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I love my chubby duck: Lenny Shingkenishi!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This post ain't gonna be like my usual, meaningless, lame posts. Thus, it is typed in green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a shat in the toilet, thinking of all the MANY things that piss me off. So I'm making a list, hoping that after people read this, the world will be a better place (well, my world anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who crosses the road extremely slowly as I (a reasonable, prudent driver) am approaching them. Like, hello!??! Can you just fucking stop taking your own sweet time and walk faster?!?! It's not gonna hurt you to do so, in fact it might even save your life (even though it is evident you don't really care about it). I know we, as drivers, must slow down when there's a damn pedestrian crossing, but you are NOT king of the road, as my car is bigger than your puny little body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who 'act cute' when their photos are being taken. This include doing the peace sign. (I don't mean to offend anyone when I say that. Personally, I HATE it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh oh, and you know what's even worse? People who take photos of themselves with the cute lil webcam or digicam AND act cute. ARGHHHHHHHHHH! Ok firstly, don't dress up and put makeup and shit just for the webcam. Secondly, don't make your eyes look bigger and make cute expressions (e.g. pouting, smile cutely, giggle). Thirdly, don't take your photo from a million different angles and pick the best ones to show your other teenybopper friends so they'll see how thin and pretty and cute you look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously right, your friends (if you have any) know how you look IN PERSON. You don't have to take cute photos to try and convince them that you are not actually ugly. TOO LATE. YOU CAN'T HIDE! Geez. Also, when posting photos, no need to choose the best ones because one day people will see you in person and discover the truth. They'll say something along the lines of 'Omg, without all those photoshopping and airbrushing, she look damn ugly/fat/pimply/&lt;insert&gt; man!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my photo below. I look damn retarded here. But then at least I know this is just me and that my friends seen me in person, and know how gorgeous (haha) I look. Thus, I'm not worried about ugly photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/scaryme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People who says I'm wrong and argue with me (with no good points) just to annoy me. DON'T DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kim, my ex-job manager. If you know her, shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pizza Hut. Because they charge extra for dine-in. The cost of trasnfering a pizza onto a plate and then washing if after costs no moer than a disposable pizza box. What the fuck man. I love the Chicken Aloha pizza with BBQ sauce though. No, I am not contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. People who goes 'Hey Clara, guess what?' really 'excitedly' and then go 'Nah, actually I shouldn't tell you. It's embarassing/a big secret/etc'. Argh, seriously, if you wanna tell me something, don't stop halfway. Curiosity kills Clara. (Actually I did it to Pickles before. Sorry Piks. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The fact that my hair grows. I'm angry that it's not as cockatooish anymore. Please comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. People who calls me a 'fob'. FUCK YOU. 'Fobs' are people who do not know English (very well) and says stuff like 'How is the weather laaaaaaaaaaaaaa?'  The fact that I've got a Malaysian accent does not make me a fob. Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. People (above 15) who screams in disgust when they hear the word 'sex'. Argh. Sex is out there. It happens whether you like it or not. (Look outside. You are bound to hear/see something.) So don't act like some innocent goody-two-shoes. You're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. People who wears eyeliner when they don't know how to and looks like Michael Jackson. It's scary ok! Go read some makeup tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. People who says they don't like eating when they're around guys. You know, just to act like all slim and skinny. E.g. 'Oh my god. How can anyone eat KFC. It's like so greasy?! And it like makes you fat and gives you pimples?!?! Ewww gross?!?! I eat salad for breakfast, lunch and dinner!' Ok, there's nothing wrong with eating healthy, but now when you say all those shit and then go home and eat pizza and Maccas, it's wrong. Let me tell you this, bimbo, guys LOVE healthy, nutritious girls that are proud of what they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm at this, for people who are concern about their weight, don't cut down on food. EXERCISE! Or if you're a junkfood addict like me, cut down on chips and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hypocrites. People who laughs at my height just because they are 0.00001 mm taller. Pick on someone your own size, buster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. People with bad body odour. Hey, did you know that.... it costs only $4 to get a reliable bottle of deodorant? A shower would be nice too. I'm not insulting you, it's for your own hygience and people skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Blonde asians (the ones that are not naturally born that way, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Girls/Women who wear miniskirts and ugg boots in winter (or anytime of the year!). Those two items complement each other like onions and chocolate ice cream (Quote: Simon Cowell). Also, ugg boots are not a good excuse to keep you warm when you're wearing a bloody short skirt. Get some pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. People who say they don't study (when they do) just to sound cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. People who looks down on other people on the basis of their looks. I was at David Jones once after work shopping for LeeAnn's birthday present, and of course I was smelly, greasy and not the most attractive person in the world at that moment. There was this rich, old busty woman, a small-chested, gross-looking me and a sales assistance in the lingerie section. I was less than a metre away from the sales woman. The saggy rich old woman was 5 metres away. The fucking sales woman was like 'Hi, can I help you?' in a rather loud voice. I turned to smile at her, realizing she was talking to the oldie. Fuck you, bitch. I can't be polished and dressed-up 24/7. But hey, at least I've got money to spend and I'm taking it to Myer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Overpriced shops with dodgy stuff. I hate shops like these. E.g. Supre, MCL, MCT, etc. People have the impression that these shops are so cheap because they are dodgy. So, they decided to take advantage of that and jack up their prices. I mean who would actually pay $ 80 for a denim jacket from Supre (I'm serious. I saw a jacket there that costs that much!) when you can go to Myer and get a Bardot denim jacket (not only a better brand, but better quality mind you) for the equivalent price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that we should buy branded items, as I'm not all for brand myself. I go for what's worth my money. The fact that places like Supre have shit stuff and they sell for not what it's worth (they worth a dollar), shits me. Take Valleygirl for example. Yes they do have dodgy stuff, but it's cheap!! You can full buy ok tops for like $5. They know what they're worth.  Mom and Dads, don't let your kids buy Supre, it's better to let them run around naked (joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post on a less angrier note. This is a picture Song drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/songsmsndrawing4.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes or no? Haha. (It's a Simpson's joke by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-111977041566880049?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/111977041566880049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=111977041566880049&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111977041566880049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111977041566880049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-my-chubby-duck-lenny.html' title='I love my chubby duck: Lenny Shingkenishi!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-111944127344239357</id><published>2005-06-22T21:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:26:29.496+09:30</updated><title type='text'>As prettyful as .... Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm taking a tiny lil break from studying Torts. And I'm waiting for dinner to be served. Gladys and Abishek! Cook faster la! A hungry man makes an angry man! (I meant man as in 'human', not the male species)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across some gorgeous dresses (WHICH I CANNOT AFFORD SO IF YOU ARE A RICH, HANDSOME MAN WITH A LOT OF MONEY TO SPARE, BUY THEM FOR ME!!! ACTUALLY YOU DON'T NEED TO BE HANDSOME, RICH WILL DO. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh dear...was that subtle enough?)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; on vogue.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all have one thing in common. They're yellow. (I don't actually like yellow, but these designs are gorgeous) I know some of you annoying people (e.g. Gladys) might be like 'Ugh Clara has bad taste. As if she likes that dress!'. Well just get lost. I've got good taste. Now, you may think 'What IS good taste? There is no such thing as good taste, it's just taste!'. Let me tell you that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;definition of good taste&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Clara's taste&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, yes, I know I'm good at predicting what people will think (because I think that way) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, enough with my pre-emptive strike and ON WITH THE DRESSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/f8182776.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/yellowdress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/cuteyellowdress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/colletediniganyellowdress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. Gladys calling me for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-111944127344239357?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/111944127344239357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=111944127344239357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111944127344239357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111944127344239357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-prettyful-as-yellow.html' title='As prettyful as .... Yellow'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-111893322096131894</id><published>2005-06-17T00:02:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T05:12:54.856+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting the hang of it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wow...Three posts in one day! So proud of myself *chuckles*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...It is not loserish to post so many times a day right? Well if it is, I made it cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to announce to the world (yes, the world because I'm going to be famous) that Song has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; talent whatsoever in drawing (and singing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/songsmsndrawing.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. He drew that on msn.. So terrible, right? The message he's trying to convey is 'Clara smells like 'lau sai' (diarrhea) and has a chubby, nutritious face'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture that I'm gonna post below, is the BEST PICTURE EVER (drawn using msn) you are gonna come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/untitled.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I mean it's so meaningful, with the 'hug me' and all. So cute, right? Girls (because boys should be banned from drawing), if you draw like that on msn (with my skills), everyone will like you instantly. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I fly away, I wanna take this opportunity to.... show off my socks collection. I know some idiots will be like 'What you call that a socks collection?!?! Only so few socks!'. Well, I don't care. My socks are nice and clean. And I also got more socks than shown in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/DSC04546.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. So damn cool! (Photo taken last year) Whoa, got apple socks man! (Yes, the orange socks are a lil dirty. I don't wash it because dirty socks are good luck. Nah just kidding, I'm not that unhygienic. I don't wash it to keep the vibrance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, the ccoww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x o x o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-111893322096131894?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/111893322096131894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=111893322096131894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111893322096131894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111893322096131894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-getting-hang-of-it.html' title='I&apos;m getting the hang of it!'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-111893210500398361</id><published>2005-06-16T23:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-16T23:58:25.033+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Stutters*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...Umm...Ahh....Ermm...Sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a shiny new blog. I don't know what to say! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a blogging style to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no hungry-fat blogger like Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no cute-sexy blogger like JiaMeei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no funny-bimbotic blogger like EeLing (jk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no extremely-clever blogger who uses big words like Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no blogger. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall create my own blogging style then. WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Okay I've got nothing to say. I will post some pictures I drew using MsPaint (only) to prove that I've got talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Some photos contain subliminal messages (not so subliminal anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/apple.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I've got talent. JEALOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/cheeeze.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Even more talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/gurly.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a masterpiece, right? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b109/ccoww/bittenapple.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys took a bite off my bosom-ous apple. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuBcHuzZzZ ~*!*~*~!~ (All teenyboppers shall die!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-111893210500398361?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/111893210500398361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=111893210500398361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111893210500398361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111893210500398361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/06/stutters.html' title='Stutters*'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13719072.post-111892664062315042</id><published>2005-06-16T22:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:28:27.243+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm no longer a blog virgin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rather sad day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am like everybody else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13719072-111892664062315042?l=ccowwlicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/feeds/111892664062315042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13719072&amp;postID=111892664062315042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111892664062315042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13719072/posts/default/111892664062315042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccowwlicks.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-no-longer-blog-virgin.html' title='I&apos;m no longer a blog virgin.'/><author><name>Clara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027106523939561731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
