<?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-25523171</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:25:27.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biaaaatch.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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whirlwind year for most of my frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love lost. love found. marriages. births. and deaths (MJ!!). ok i know these things happen every single year but they're just more surreal to me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a year of many firsts for me. some firsts that im proud of, and some not. but its with all these that made my 2009 such a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to dedicate a blog entry to my frens but i nvr got down to doing it. and since i've some time on my hand and its the last day of 2009... i guess why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vimita Mohandas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the indian. enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. kidding. well theres so much to talk abt with regard to this awesome woman, i duno where to start. i guess i can say we've been through the best and worst times of the year with each other. i wanan thank u for all the wonderful times u've shared with me and the unforgettable, awesome and countless partying nights we had together (im sure there will be MORE). at the same time, i wanna apologise for the times we were upset with each other. im glas we got closer this year and im really thankful for that. thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my BFF, my partying duo, my confidante, my Blair Waldorf (there's my pick!), and my bad influence (in the words of sister zhou). i know its been a crazy year for u and in a way, im glad i got to be there for u when u need me. the psychologist me. there's really so much i wanna say but somehow i cant put them in words. so, here's to a memorable 2009 and hopefully a mega-wonderful 2010 ahead! i hope u dun get married by 2010 and move overseas with the unknown foreigner (whoever he might be). if ever i turn les, u know whos my pick rite? love u much. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jane Koh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other BFF. i guess its been a crazy year for u too. but i hope its been good so faaar. of all the new frens i've made this year, i think i shld thank u for tat coz its through u, that i've gotten to know more people, good and bad. i hope in the new year to come, we both have less worries, more love, less drama (for u), more money and more cute guys to see! hahaha love u babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Looc &amp;amp; Chin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two big brothers who love me like a sister but treat me like a brother. hahaha. always a party and always know im protected with them ard. thanks for taking care of me ALWAYS and for being there whenever i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks chin for being such an awesome host in US and making it such a greaat trip to end the year with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u guys to bitssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yihang and Yunlong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang and mr wong. apart frm vim, u guys are probably my closest jc mates left. despite meeting up once in a blue blue moon, its amazing how we can just pick up frm where we left off everytime we meet. its funny how i feel the urge to update u guys esp when things happen in my life. thanks for being a part of my life and hopefully we can paint more memories togetherrr! xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i know there are onli a few people mentioned above. but i realised my little muscle called brain cant conjure much information abt each and everyone of u out there. u know i love u guys and am equally grateful for having our paths crossed. smoochies to all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell, in 2009, i partied waaaay too much, did not make any enemies (well i'd like to think so). although there are people i no longer talk to anymore, met tonnes of new people and made alot of frens. i've covered 3 more places of the world in this year alone, hopefully more to come next. i found love and lost it. i guess its been a hectic year but one for the book! maybe come next year, u might find urself in the list too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u guys had a good year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-3931347079334906897?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3931347079334906897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=3931347079334906897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3931347079334906897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3931347079334906897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-2009.html' title='End of 2009.'/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-3474678253020094946</id><published>2009-11-02T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:31:02.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i broke the code. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i really did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-3474678253020094946?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3474678253020094946/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-8091168757317252609</id><published>2009-10-12T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:36:44.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why time passes so quickly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;btw i dun like this pic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;damn fat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;u can crop me out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;whyyy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think u look hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;and our faces together form a heart shape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;dont u see it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;u r blind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;i onli see one heart shape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;and its nt my face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok changed la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;for u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;NICE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;u know.. i think it would be interesting to copy our conversatons on my blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to store it some way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;like wad kinda convos?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;yea actuali ure right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;like the sudden qns on religious beliefs etc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;and men, and work, and holidays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;our topics may be basic, but its the way it transpires is what is so colourful and magical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think i can find a man who wld think on the same wavelength as u. sigh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;true dat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;work both ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;this calls for a drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;right? its the natural progression of things...after we explain the predicament..then we say no hope for the world of men. then we sigh....missing is the wine man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;juz so u know ever since, i wrote the script at 3ish, i havent done anything at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;i haven done shit since i tok to u &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;but im damn alert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;alert my ass la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;so wad if ure alert?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;so WAD&lt;/p&gt;................ahhhh good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-8091168757317252609?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8091168757317252609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=8091168757317252609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8091168757317252609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8091168757317252609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/reason-why-time-passes-so-quickly.html' title='the reason why time passes so quickly'/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7412846125132887851</id><published>2009-10-12T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:18:14.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are meant for each other.</title><content type='html'>miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;LIVE FOR THE MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lau eh.. live for the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;im like talking to a guy laaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;we are meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;that sure we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;and then we'll juz talk abt the random guys that we meet for conversational pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day, i think we'll juz buy our own apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim: has been hit. says:&lt;br /&gt;live together and mebbe have in vitro fertilisation with a hot gorgeous man and raise our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7412846125132887851?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7412846125132887851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7412846125132887851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7412846125132887851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7412846125132887851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-meant-for-each-other.html' title='we are meant for each other.'/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-3248477873553793586</id><published>2009-08-19T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:32:58.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAH. i've got readerssss. *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i guess u're right. i've been only blogging abt negatives. but then again, its times like this tat makes u wanna blog rite?? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i am gonna blog more light-hearted stuff. baby steps. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first off... presenting my dream dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SorWmQ1m0LI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YsalgwYYh74/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SorWmQ1m0LI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YsalgwYYh74/s320/IMG_0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371341458435920050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SorW7zUnpII/AAAAAAAAAxg/iK3HOZy1AoU/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SorW7zUnpII/AAAAAAAAAxg/iK3HOZy1AoU/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371341828470056066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the fattest and cutest dog EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-3248477873553793586?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SorWmQ1m0LI/AAAAAAAAAxY/YsalgwYYh74/s72-c/IMG_0591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7457770559297133137</id><published>2009-08-02T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:09:20.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nvr expected an innocent conversation would unveil a misunderstanding so long forgotten. one that none of us even bother to clarify. 5 years. now tat it's been cleared up, it has found a way back to haunt us. worse for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i wish tat conversation never started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7457770559297133137?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-1328682745944927055</id><published>2009-08-02T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:05:19.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stimes i feel like u think u know everything. and even if u do, there's no need for u to act like u do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, if u have nothing nice or anything to say, then dun. i dun understand the need for u to say those redundant stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1328682745944927055?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1328682745944927055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-3887665294786056130</id><published>2009-06-10T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:28:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is harder than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-3887665294786056130?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3887665294786056130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=3887665294786056130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;it feels like when i say what i feel, u'll get angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to shop. i can spend alot on clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so, it doesnt mean i like to spend money on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im earning my own money. which means i can spend on the things i think its worth spending on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always say i should try to see it frm your perspective. but have you tried seeing things from my perspective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when u say the things i say is sickening. i hate that word to be used on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how much i miss you. and yet when we meet you have to say things that you know will make me upset. and when i pull a long face, you get angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wan me to tell you everything. but you get upset when i say things you dun like to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stimes i duno wat you want me to do exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was supposed to be a lunch i've been looking forward to. but we had it in silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1215485477678648725?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1215485477678648725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=1215485477678648725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1215485477678648725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1215485477678648725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/stimes-i-duno-wats-supposed-to-be-said.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-333069939031032134</id><published>2009-02-16T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:32:35.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had only celebrated this day twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this felt like the simplest and laziest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with only pizza, little surprises and u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-333069939031032134?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SQ20agS6gDI/AAAAAAAAAho/iBRws168i3w/s320/n620862632_1427576_9269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061912060325570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SQ20azgE7sI/AAAAAAAAAhw/vFroxbehO9Q/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who knew dressing up could be such fun?? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-6362042522636935642?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6362042522636935642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=6362042522636935642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6362042522636935642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6362042522636935642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-school.html' title='back to school!!'/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SQ20agS6gDI/AAAAAAAAAho/iBRws168i3w/s72-c/n620862632_1427576_9269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-4643753589473586676</id><published>2008-10-25T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:02:59.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days i've been wanting to pen (type) down my thoughts but i nvr got down to doing it. maybe becoz the thought of people reading gets me very conscious of the things i plan to write about. but then again, i think nobody actually reads this anymore. so maybe i shldnt care so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stimes i wonder how many people actually know me. nt just as frens who hang out occasionally or those u regularly chat on msn but hardly ever meet up. but know me inside out. which i doubt many people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- im a listener. i listen. tats all i do esp when im out in a group. if u havent noticed. i like to listen to people talk. i enjoy doing it. but i think theres a part of me chooses not to contribute for the fear that i might say something stupid and be made a joke out of it. actually i dun "think". im pretty sure abt it. so the safest way is to keep quiet and listen. i know tats not a good thing but im built this way. its a personal barrier tat i cant break out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nobody likes to be the butt of the joke. i dun either. but i let my frens do it becoz they're my frens. i dun think i've ever lost my temper at my frens becoz of it unless they were too overboard. wat im trying to say is.... u can make jokes out of me not becoz u can but becoz i let u to. this would bring me to the next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'd like to think i treat my frens really well. i put in alot of effort for a friendship which i think is worth my time. but stimes i dun feel tat the effort is being reciprocated and i get upset abt it. i know. i brought this upon myself. again, i cant help myself becoz tats the kind of person i am. i just wan everyone to be happy and have a good time. but i've had my fair share of disappointments to know tat tat is not my responsibility to carry and i dun haf the ability to do so either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i am not a confrontational person. i simply just cant do it. i lose all the capacity to think, reason and rationalise. i get so nervous i can hear my heartbeat so clearly as though my heart is beating right next to my ear. even if im confronting somebody over msn, i get all nervous and shit which, even until today, is something i canot grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the momentum to write this has been disrupted. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-4643753589473586676?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4643753589473586676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=4643753589473586676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4643753589473586676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4643753589473586676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-few-days-ive-been-wanting-to-pen.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-5962802115489347053</id><published>2008-10-12T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:53:15.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW!</title><content type='html'>something new! but somehow the tagboard color and layout look abit off. hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5962802115489347053?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5962802115489347053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5962802115489347053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5962802115489347053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5962802115489347053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/new.html' title='NEW!'/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-6175579128769806180</id><published>2008-09-27T16:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:56:08.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my tagboard expired AGAIN. yunlong.... wanna help again?? heehee. or maybe not. coz i duno who else is even reading anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO. i've just joined the Club 24. nt exactly exciting so to speak. nothing much has changed. except for the fact that i got home sober without any puking watsoever. hur hur. if u know me, u would know its a very big accomplishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;had my first bdae surprise frm my dearest biatch (B) who came all the way to my workplace to have lunch with me! thanks B! and love the cupcakesss!! altho u were a few days slower to treat me my first ever cupcake.. haha nevertheless i'd appreciate the thought!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250628883452862930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SN37JoWdIdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ElDutEyoJ7I/s200/CIMG4343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a good dinner at En Japanese Dining Bar at Mohamed Sultan on the bdae, with jane, jx, josh, vim and jen. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250619039718492162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SN3yMplSyAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wgQ92OdvNQs/s200/CIMG4350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;headed to walas, where about 6 other individuals were there on their bdaes. wat r the odds?!! most of the guys turned up, but i felt really bad for nt spending time with them. my bad really. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250632952467111074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SN3-2enDPKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Cf22UduDqfU/s200/CIMG4353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250632952784499314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SN3-2fyuMnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/-lZG5XUNunU/s200/CIMG4352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;bdae's always a good excuse for some partying. altho it wasnt as fun and as crazy as last yr... im glad most of them turned up. i think its the age thing. so anyway... some snapshots of tat night. i just dl-ed Picasa 3 and its soooo fun!! check this out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250649764046771202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SN4OJCn_FAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/G_d7ckejR7c/s320/CLUB+24-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250649755996979586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SN4OIkoxAYI/AAAAAAAAAhI/OYofM1VDC48/s320/CLUB+24-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;life's been pretty much the same. no drama. no nothing. which has its pros and cons, depending on how u see it. workwise...... i've not been doing much for the couple of weeks. its come to a point where im totally dreading work every morning. will this get better?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-6175579128769806180?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6175579128769806180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=6175579128769806180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6175579128769806180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6175579128769806180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-my-tagboard-expired-again.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SN37JoWdIdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ElDutEyoJ7I/s72-c/CIMG4343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-769912593435377497</id><published>2008-09-18T11:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:27:11.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everyone knew that when a guy said he'd call, it really meant that he wouldn't - he just wanted a swift escape."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;damn. why didnt i come across tat earlier?? hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i guess it doesnt matter anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;becoz i really dun care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im a year older. and hopefully a year wiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-769912593435377497?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/769912593435377497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=769912593435377497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/769912593435377497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/769912593435377497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyone-knew-that-when-guy-said-hed.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7077110425186217244</id><published>2008-08-29T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:23:20.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i always find myself having the need to understand the situation set before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i dun, the mind goes crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i know it, i might go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun mess with a girl's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun mess with a girl's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun mess with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want everything simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7077110425186217244?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7077110425186217244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7077110425186217244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7077110425186217244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7077110425186217244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-always-find-myself-having-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-1637591031960220850</id><published>2008-08-23T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:31:53.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"just chill..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's the hurry man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok chill. i'll try to be chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in. breathe out.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1637591031960220850?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1637591031960220850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=1637591031960220850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1637591031960220850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1637591031960220850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-chill.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-1067841602941229001</id><published>2008-08-23T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:30:37.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE RUDE PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1067841602941229001?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1067841602941229001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=1067841602941229001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1067841602941229001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1067841602941229001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-rude-people.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7194715790410289739</id><published>2008-08-23T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:47:03.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is a &lt;em&gt;date&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick search on //dictionary.com shows this definition: An engagement to go out socially with another person, often out of romantic interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my take is tat it is a date if both parties are interested in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is considered &lt;em&gt;dating&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out on a regular basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding hands when u're out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would msging each other day everyday considered something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how abt all the above but nt going out on a regular basis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7194715790410289739?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7194715790410289739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7194715790410289739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7194715790410289739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7194715790410289739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-date-quick-search-on-dictionary.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-4111702116137545073</id><published>2008-08-23T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:54:58.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dun deal very well with disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have so much anticipation built up, but only to end up in disappointment, is something i really hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not once, but twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just spoils it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im nt interested in making plans anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-4111702116137545073?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4111702116137545073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=4111702116137545073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4111702116137545073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4111702116137545073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dun-deal-very-well-with.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-3651054819421790874</id><published>2008-07-28T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:15:33.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stimes i wish you're here for me as much as i am for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stimes u're so caught up with ur love life, u tend to neglect ur frens. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tell u all these things but i duno how to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish my best fren is here more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-3651054819421790874?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3651054819421790874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=3651054819421790874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3651054819421790874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3651054819421790874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/stimes-i-wish-youre-here-for-me-as-much.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-4446921557177240038</id><published>2008-07-18T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:15:18.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random Act No. 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one evening, my dear biatch sent me a file through msn. When i click on it, it says "Open with.." or "Save to disk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right there and then, i told my biatch tat i cant save it becos...................................&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;...............................i have no diskette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really stunned for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-4446921557177240038?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4446921557177240038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=4446921557177240038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4446921557177240038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4446921557177240038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-act-no.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-3996317882380886730</id><published>2008-07-08T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:04:36.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can't be faithful to anything until you know why you should."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Scotty Wandell, Brothers and Sisters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-3996317882380886730?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3996317882380886730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=3996317882380886730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3996317882380886730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3996317882380886730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-cant-be-faithful-to-anything-until.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-5687635164033868471</id><published>2008-07-08T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:03:19.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The world is too fragile for people to be untrue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too much is at stake and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's too short for lies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you are the worst kind of person, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you've wasted my heart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Kitty Walker, Brothers and Sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5687635164033868471?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5687635164033868471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5687635164033868471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5687635164033868471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5687635164033868471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-is-too-fragile-for-people-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-4942533575671781146</id><published>2008-07-06T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:48:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random Acts of ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i ever mentioned that im capable of doing really stupid things anytime, anywhere? stimes i think abt the things i do, i duno whether to cry or laugh out loud. its ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i've decided to keep a list to remind me of my stupid self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. last nite, in the hope tat my knee will heal overnight, i wore my knee guard to sleep. and i woke up with a swollen left leg frm the knee down. NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i asked a fren if brazil was playing in Euro Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i didnt know who was vivian balakrishnan when i was in uni. and my fren tricked me into believing tat his FYP was investigating the sexual activities of humans whereby he gets invited to mass orgys for observations, and tat Vivian Balakrishnan was his FYP tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok cant recall the rest now. but will update as and when sth happens. if u recall anything abt me, feel free to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gonna put treat my legs to abit of iSqueeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-4942533575671781146?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4942533575671781146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=4942533575671781146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4942533575671781146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4942533575671781146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-acts-of-me-have-i-ever-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-1688283383433265108</id><published>2008-06-19T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:07:57.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why shld u feel angsty and upset when its not even urs to begin with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harsh but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1688283383433265108?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1688283383433265108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=1688283383433265108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1688283383433265108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1688283383433265108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-shld-u-feel-angsty-and-upset-when.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-5819221013632400891</id><published>2008-06-19T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:44:11.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moving on does not mean having to accept u as a fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wish to be reminded how ugly a person u can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5819221013632400891?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5819221013632400891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5819221013632400891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5819221013632400891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5819221013632400891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/moving-on-does-not-mean-having-to.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-3338061844528888455</id><published>2008-06-12T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:12:07.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random ramblings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i love my sister. i think i am close to my sister although i do not tell her about my personal problems. well rarely. but im veri dependent on her. her opinions matter alot to me. esp when it comes to clothes. hah. and i really doubt i can live without her. but stimes, she can really drive me farking crazy. she can be so selfish and stingy tat stimes i just wanna *******. why is it so hard to borrow a bag when its clearly sitting at the corner collecting dust?! why must there be such a defining line drawn between our things? i dun get it. i know stimes im like tat too and tats becoz i want u to feel how sucky it feels to be treated the exact same way. i really hate it to be at the receiving end. like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i do not like to be linked (romantically) with people tat im clearly nt romantically interested in. although i do not show it, it gets really awkward and i dun like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i do not like how hierarchical structured my company is. how some snrs like to show their superiority to the assistants. i wish to work in an environment in which everyone's like a family and is not so structured and i would know all the colleagues. coz currently, i duno more than half the pple sitting around me. which is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i wish i know what i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stimes i feel really stupid coz i duno wat my frens are talking abt. and it doesnt really help being scolded by them even if they're just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i dun have many close girl friends. girls can be really quite bitchy stimes. even to their own close frens and i cant stand it. i admit i do tat stimes but when i think abt it, somehow it makes all the frenships look rather superficial. do i sound like a guy?? hah. im really thankful for having jane and vim in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i find it very hard to open up to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- does buying branded bags make me materialistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i am very conscious of wat pple think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i am more tolerant towards my frens than my own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stimes im really rude to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stimes i picture my wedding... and wonder if i can have both bridesmaid and best men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i dun get irritated by frens easily, but when i say i am irritated, i really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think i have alot of superficial friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- its quite upsetting when i think of some of the friendships i've forged in the past have become so shallow now. i hope this does not happen to the people i hang out with right now. coz these are the pple i call my brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i do not like my ex-boyfriends. i duno if i hate them. i may have gotten past whatever has happened but i canot forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- two most loved but only loved by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i know i shld get over u but i cant. and i duno if i want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-3338061844528888455?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3338061844528888455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=3338061844528888455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3338061844528888455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3338061844528888455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-ramblings-i-love-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-6246867864710575959</id><published>2008-06-12T10:50:00.045+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:07:58.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup u got it right.... im bored at work. for the first time i can actually charge my time to "unassigned". dun worry if u dun get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just got back frm my europe trip last weekend. it was great! took tonnes of photos... if u wanna see them, they're already up in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thankful to have jiaxing and zhixiong on this trip with me. duno wat i'd do without them. cant wait for ah tan to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210827799767348658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCURpbc9bI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8i8t5moW9mw/s320/CIMG2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt; surprisingly, we did no sight-seeing.. except maybe for the red light district. my ever first experience with the "fish tank". hot girls in lingerie, staying on the other side of the glass door. go right up to the girl u're interested in and negotiate the price, and viola! u're in and the curtains come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than tat, i think i had the happiest time of my life when i was in amsterdam. but the details shall not be mentioned. just know tat i spoke no english throughout the 4 hrs of my life. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vienna&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210829542618590482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCV3GDkbRI/AAAAAAAAAX4/f29izLCnVXU/s320/CIMG2578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;wat i remembered abt Vienna is the yummy sausage, the garden and the palace at schonbruun and stephan's dome (above).. oh ya and the man u vs chelsea match which we caught at one of the pubs. the atmosphere was really good, with all the cute angmohs. hahaha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210832703173565202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCYvECmGxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Crib_ViZMQs/s200/CIMG2498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210833576807901698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCZh6lQKgI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/kLAuOnZjTH4/s200/CIMG2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Milan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210834966797718578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCay0splDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tGuHKZV5GHA/s320/CIMG2621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;high-end shopping haven. no gucci no go home. hahaha. smart-suited italians. floppy blond hair. handsome model-looking gay (WASTED!). beautiful beautiful people all around. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210835632411908338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCbZkTcGPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/lQy_lVIM-VU/s200/CIMG2676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Venice&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836675716336610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCcWS6mS-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/g44Vl9eKWcg/s320/CIMG2780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taxi boat, police boat, gondole, balcony with beautiful flower pots just like in the movies. i even waved to an old lady by the window! so cute. beautiful weather too. oh and i spotted 2 of the 3 cutest babies tat i saw throughout the trip. u'll know wat i mean after u see the pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210838091779718322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCdouKavLI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Dj5JFGeddug/s200/CIMG2746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210838757589527618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCePef2LEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5eyybaQoA7Y/s200/CIMG2763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210839270139770482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCetT5WNnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/uCIbpOafefM/s200/CIMG2820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210839854184360082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCfPTobaJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EHcvlMYJnXQ/s200/CIMG2842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210876083822982882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDAMJjY9uI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LX8YbAnpTZI/s200/CIMG2788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210876484364714626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDAjdr-woI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wWDewPSFVtE/s200/CIMG2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rome&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210841236957148226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCgfy3JtEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hQj3kYr_avU/s320/CIMG3086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the most beautiful place ever. breath-taking sights. enuff said. oh and cute baby no. 3!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210875387106571650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFC_jmFQNYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vx93xC0nMgE/s200/CIMG2906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210875076149391090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFC_RfrSLvI/AAAAAAAAAao/SdDSnSjG10c/s200/CIMG2896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210877313801670402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDBTvlKTwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eH3uuzJKIfQ/s200/CIMG2914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210877574896132562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDBi8O7odI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/A9QUgbA4608/s200/CIMG2934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210878562320453586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDCcarPD9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/TQDCs_cAHI8/s200/CIMG2993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210879738378381954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDDg31S6oI/AAAAAAAAAbo/STybedLJumU/s200/CIMG3036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210878237665461634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDCJhPdBYI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gxZod7keLMw/s200/CIMG2975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210879767341406370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDDijunmKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/X-mK7M2Bi7w/s200/CIMG3086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210879749071166082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDDhfqp2oI/AAAAAAAAAbw/CxI8Q8ZpHbU/s200/CIMG3057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210879758383481026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDDiCW4gMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7DeVwl56s4Y/s200/CIMG3067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210882247674556658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDFy7sH8PI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sUF_5tdknU8/s200/CIMG3095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210882240197540962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDFyf1dvGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/iPvijdhD1pk/s200/CIMG3094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210882267968964978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDF0HSsCXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/92xye2eL4Eo/s200/CIMG3186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210882278286283826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDF0tuh1DI/AAAAAAAAAco/6kUaoWFaSbg/s200/CIMG3210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210882259273438498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDFzm5g1SI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xGA_r8jB9RY/s200/CIMG3169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210886519231691314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDJrketOjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kZ--z341PH8/s200/CIMG3229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210886525227642418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDJr60QLjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/QlYBjUkVmeQ/s200/CIMG3258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210886542373452898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDJs6sIfGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/IGEBhKcrwTo/s200/CIMG3277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210886531286102322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDJsRYs8TI/AAAAAAAAAdA/C0y4Tf80Vys/s200/CIMG3261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210886551908607026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDJteNfZDI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qRRHhcBiQVU/s200/CIMG3351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paris&lt;/u&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210888432861495874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDLa9TmwkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0SM7CPwTJjA/s320/CIMG3529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this might come as a shock to many of u, but paris is the worst of all the places i've been to during this trip. its dirty and smelt of pee everywhere we go. i've witnessed pick-pocketing on the very first night i reached there. so paris is booooooooo. but i've to admit Eiffel Tower was really incredible. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210893897374350178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDQZCM_u2I/AAAAAAAAAdg/1Qc2qKcveRM/s200/CIMG3388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210893909165614850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDQZuIQJwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/x2cgSuDsKv4/s200/CIMG3402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210893914025901666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDQaAPCPmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/XLgGPbh1SFU/s200/CIMG3423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210893922676443698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDQagdfCjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1glVDa0BRoo/s200/CIMG3429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210893934773906626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDQbNhvrMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AG-51kew2tM/s200/CIMG3472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210896268439042322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDSjDG3uRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/yLzMMjA25gA/s200/CIMG3506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210896282037712018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDSj1xC9JI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/DlH7UhTt6Q0/s200/CIMG3531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210896291999088290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDSka4BfqI/AAAAAAAAAeY/5osdYjiexQ8/s200/CIMG3541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210896296725739586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDSkse8eEI/AAAAAAAAAeg/VxVCoYHDw6U/s200/CIMG3610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210896310293643410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDSlfByQJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Ehydee36IBc/s200/CIMG3624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210898499678370274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDUk7Hx-eI/AAAAAAAAAew/1bdzqkkIT2w/s200/CIMG3645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210898517980419154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDUl_TVFFI/AAAAAAAAAe4/1_bA0J0l4Js/s200/CIMG3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210898525954960034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDUmdAm6qI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6y1AM9G5lPY/s200/CIMG3590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;London&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210899947924134706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDV5OQemzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uusklX5TUeQ/s320/CIMG3744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;despite the gloomy weather for some of the days in london, i totally enjoyed myself! mainly becoz i spent a week there and i could really take my time to appreciate its beauty and of coz the SHOPPING! totally conquered by H&amp;amp;M. i love. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210902176484651234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDX68StcOI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dq2AO1sjg4M/s200/CIMG3680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210902184726308642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDX7a_rJyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ck9CKJ-rjhc/s200/CIMG3687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210902188739224178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDX7p8bYnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/i8bXwimlstA/s200/CIMG3693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210902196764921826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDX8H15z-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/7A8xq2_Xgu4/s200/CIMG3699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210902205556069570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDX8ol4FMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/oAuU-Ev2FK4/s200/CIMG3719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210904095781659074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDZqqOxocI/AAAAAAAAAf4/SGcfDzsf6TE/s200/CIMG3738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210904102899118594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDZrEvtcgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/VVu54WANmnk/s200/CIMG3751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210904114213393826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFDZru5PlaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fK352Y-KcMk/s200/CIMG3755.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;finally. after 5 hrs, i think this entry pretty much sums up the whole of my europe trip. indeed an unforgettable experience and i cant wait for the next trip to other parts of europe! love love. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-6246867864710575959?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6246867864710575959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=6246867864710575959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6246867864710575959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6246867864710575959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/yup-u-got-it-right.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCURpbc9bI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8i8t5moW9mw/s72-c/CIMG2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7011616723204052520</id><published>2008-04-12T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:07:58.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD. i duno y but everytime i wanna blog abt sth, i just cant seem to access the blog. my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the urge to blog has died down. and i've lost all my train of thought to blog. so wait patiently.... one day. just one day. wont be long i promise. for now.. here's a pic for u, moley sister!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188240690773856866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SABVa3bNkmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kx5twUXxcGs/s320/CIMG1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry for the lack of more recent pics. coz can see from facebook! byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7011616723204052520?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7011616723204052520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7011616723204052520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7011616723204052520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7011616723204052520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SABVa3bNkmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/kx5twUXxcGs/s72-c/CIMG1577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-1873577178833180981</id><published>2008-02-13T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:54:42.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello earthlings! whoever's still checking this blog. i swear i had wanted to update a while back... but i couldnt log in into my own account. becoz im damn bored at work at 8.25pm, i decided to try my luck here. and viola! u guys shld have seen my face. imagine being shocked at being able to log in into ur blog with the same password and userid i tried previously. ok nm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just a quick (or maybe not) update:&lt;br /&gt;1. grandpa's still in the hospital after a bad fall. but he's recovering really well, and has moved on to AMK hospital for physio as there's no one to take care of him at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my trusty phone died on me last saturday after being with me for 4 good long years. i attempted to off the phone hoping to be able to read my msgs, and it could not be on again. so, on sunday i brought the phone to the M1 shop to get a new phone and also to ask if they could transfer stuff from the old phone to the new one. only to have the person tell me that if the phone could nt be on, then theres nth they could do. despite my grave disppointment, i insisted that the staff tried turning on the phone and TADAH!! my phone was alive!! and from then on, i truly believe my phone had a life on its own. knowing its end was nearing, it decided to revive itself. whahahaha. but i bought a new phone anyway. no... i didnt trade the old one coz of the stuff it has in it. anyway its worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i won money from mj during cny!! but the money went to my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. im going europe in may/june. I CAN HARDLY WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i think my most stressful 2 weeks in EY will start next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. staring at the laptop for more than 12 hrs a day is making me blind. i think my astig is getting worse. one night after work, i walked along the road to hail a cab, and looking at the on-coming traffic with all the headlights, i swear i tot sth was wrong with my eyes, coz i couldnt focus. AT ALL. i almost pee in my pants. i kid u not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. after meeting vim for the first time during cny, my mum asked me "how come got such pretty girl one huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. my bestie started her new job. veri happy for u babe! income income!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. its almost 9pm now.. and i think i have another 5 hrs to go. damn farking sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i say i hate my job?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1873577178833180981?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1873577178833180981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=1873577178833180981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1873577178833180981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1873577178833180981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-earthlings-whoevers-still.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-603112415509199568</id><published>2007-12-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:41:11.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while sitting at the back seat of the car, on the way to the hospital... i can't help but think about my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how guilty i still feel for not staying over on the night tat she passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-603112415509199568?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/603112415509199568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=603112415509199568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/603112415509199568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/603112415509199568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/while-sitting-at-back-seat-of-car-on.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7855603912706766764</id><published>2007-11-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:07:59.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the dinner and dance that got me realli frustrated coz i was in desperate need of a suitable dress. it crossed my mind several times to just give it a miss coz i had nth to wear. yes. im a girl. i think like one. i spent 2 nights after work trying to do some last min shopping but it was futile. i had a black dress but coz of the horizontal expansion.. i'd given up hope of tryin on tat dress. BUT. as i was desperate, and i reali meant desperate, i put on tat old dress of mine and attended the D&amp;amp;D. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so like i was telling my biatch, apart from the horrendous hair at the beginning of the night and the constant sucking in of my bulging tummy, i got by the whole event pleasantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are the limited photos of the nite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my table girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131966061764336546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rzhn8V7S26I/AAAAAAAAAWs/WqSHPRR6zgU/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;frens and colleagues..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131966375296949170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RzhoOl7S27I/AAAAAAAAAW0/Xs--er846e8/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131966577160412098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RzhoaV7S28I/AAAAAAAAAW8/NmRxuXsslhU/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the best girlfren. the sizzling hot one.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131967543528053714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RzhpSl7S29I/AAAAAAAAAXE/lMxPEFIkdXE/s320/CIMG1992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131968037449292770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RzhpvV7S2-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/TA5dc_Hw7bk/s320/CIMG1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the party people!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131968582910139378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RzhqPF7S2_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/DTTAnleAQ38/s320/CIMG1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7855603912706766764?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7855603912706766764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7855603912706766764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7855603912706766764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7855603912706766764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/11/dinner-and-dance-that-got-me-realli.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rzhn8V7S26I/AAAAAAAAAWs/WqSHPRR6zgU/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-8766957907076636636</id><published>2007-10-31T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my belated 23rd bdae post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i swore never to celebrate bdae at a club ever since my 21st where i got pissed drunk, i celebrated this yr's bdae at zouk.. again. hahaha. but this year i was much more cautious on the amount of booze i took.. which was why i didnt get drunk! well, at least not when the night ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dearest brothers and sister!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128901000525480802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2ESTB3g2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/XIky2tl6vVQ/s320/CIMG1839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;the guys were reali a sweet bunch coz they got me with a very elegant and expensive bangle and i totally love it! who would have thought. hahaa. and phua was complaining he'd onli gotten a $10 present for his bdae. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at the coffeeshop...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128905815183819634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2IqjB3g3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/gAj5FXZIWv0/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128906197435908994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2JAzB3g4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/RV9VwAvuA1w/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;velvet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128907868178187154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2KiDB3g5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/1kKVIxTlIrU/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128908134466159522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2KxjB3g6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/cwlEDip2Vvg/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;guys and their act-cute moment. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128909848158110642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2MVTB3g7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/caC35Hvo98c/s320/CIMG1921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and wats a party without my best girlfrens! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128910848885490626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2NPjB3g8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/gZkylhcSGWA/s320/n697430174_1286023_3560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128912047181366242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2OVTB3g-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/1ZJfnSs78n8/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had some real actions going on....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128931915700077634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2gZzB3hEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/88RJJVc71og/s320/n697430174_1286022_2586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128932366671643730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2g0DB3hFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/HNPMcFpBSJo/s320/n697430174_1286024_4671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the reason why i couldnt remember how the above took place and how we moved from velvet to zouk. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128933629392028770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2h9jB3hGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/CEiLVWJWwlo/s320/CIMG1923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;haha sorry ah, abit unglam. im usually veri glam one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128937086840702066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2lGzB3hHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LOS5UKR0mPA/s320/n697430174_1286072_3645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128937451912922242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2lcDB3hII/AAAAAAAAAWk/iOHjrBitD9U/s320/n697430174_1286073_4870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so apparently from wat i gathered from vim. we took the above pic in the toilet. and while waiting for our turn, a butch walked in and i pointed at her and shouted "wrong one! wrong one!" hahahha. to think that we actually got out alive and unharmed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BFFs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128911364281566162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2NtjB3g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/d_dckgbWR-Q/s320/CIMG1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the ultimate crazy siblings whom i adore sooo much! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128913760873317362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2P5DB3g_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/HAIi4ksvawQ/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128913997096518658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2QGzB3hAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jNzxSH-v_lw/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ok i've totally lost my train of thought and i cant type anymore. so i'll just let the photos do the talking. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128926323652658194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2bUTB3hBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y7sQyKcO3YQ/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128928213438268466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2dCTB3hDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/sEFjVr7NAIg/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128927234185724962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2cJTB3hCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7ItY0XMLke8/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to all who turned up just for me! u guys made me the happiest girl tat nite! muacks muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-8766957907076636636?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8766957907076636636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=8766957907076636636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8766957907076636636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8766957907076636636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-belated-23rd-bdae-post.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Ry2ESTB3g2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/XIky2tl6vVQ/s72-c/CIMG1839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7477321496968944903</id><published>2007-10-31T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:08:39.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>copied this from the other miss zhou's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig = me&lt;br /&gt;Me = my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pig: i did something very retarded just now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pig: i took the bus for 3 stops, then went back home because i forgot to put on perfume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: …………………………………………………………………………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(15min later)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: i just did something stupid too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: i saw a loose thread from my blouse, and decided to pull it because i couldnt find a pair of scissors ard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: now my button came off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: and it’s at my bra level&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pig: wahahahahaahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry was titled "Stupid sisters".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7477321496968944903?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7477321496968944903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7477321496968944903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7477321496968944903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7477321496968944903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/copied-this-from-other-miss-zhous-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7640974816191349688</id><published>2007-10-26T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:46:18.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after much bugging and threats from my DEAREST biatch and mr. WONG, here i am. a LITTLE update from my long absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main reason for my M.I.A is because my tagboard isnt working!! IT IS DEAD. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D. E. A. D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dies. died. dead. bye bye. and given what limited knowledge i have on blog settings, and with my dearest bro, whom i have not seen for the past 3 weeks, in the faraway land of pasir ris camp, i have no one to help me revive my baby tagboard. boohoo. ok some of u may think i can still blog without a working tagboard, but noooooooooooo. the blog feels incomplete without a tagboard. it feels dead. i feel incomplete. incompleteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. but anyways, for the love for my biatch and ah wong, a little update wont kill i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work wise.... im kinda facing a quarter-life crisis right now. there's been alot of resignations going on in the company, and it got me thinking about my own career. i know im not going to stay in this line, but i have yet to figure out where i wanna move to. and i realised i know so little abt the market, which is veri essential if i ever move to finance line. and so i bought my first Asia Inc magazine as a start. as u can see, im veri affected by this whole job thingy and so im veri driven to keep myself updated with the market!! haha so wish me luck people! oh btw, i haven finished reading the mag yet. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on a tuas job 3 weeks back. and tat was the first time i ever felt like tendering. i've met the mother of all bitchy managers. rude, short and bitchy philippino. although i have to admit u do know all ur stuff, but ur attitude as a superior stinks like a toilet that hasnt been flushed for a month. BITCCCCCH!!! ok i feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family wise.. like i said earlier, i haven seen my brother for 3 weeks or more. sad. i think his gf sees him more than i do now. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;went to the temple last week as it was my grandma's 2nd death anni. time realli flies. it seems like it was just yesterdae where she would sit at the sofa watching her tv, and taking her nap on her sleeping mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bid goodbye to the big plans of flying to US. veri disappointed!! but the alternative would be to save up more money for europe next june to find ah tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tat didnt seem like a little update at all. no photos for now coz im blogging at work. anyway with facebook, i find it troublesome to load the same photos here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, please wait patiently for the next update! muacks muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7640974816191349688?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7640974816191349688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7640974816191349688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7640974816191349688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7640974816191349688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-much-bugging-and-threats-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2028180210500951459</id><published>2007-09-09T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a belated post. timbre after soooooooooo long just before chin left. was super embarrassed at one point when my dear frens screamed at the top of their lungs trying to get me on stage. no fun no fun! ok no more inspiration to write any further.. so photos time. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108162582990376322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RuPWzhYVTYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dYFux5YtWPQ/s320/CIMG1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108161586557963618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RuPV5hYVTWI/AAAAAAAAATk/0-9SuFzS5Ys/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my bestie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108162007464758642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RuPWSBYVTXI/AAAAAAAAATs/wsMgunXgfDo/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;outside timbre..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108163038256909714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RuPXOBYVTZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nQiYB_Wuh20/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ktv till 6am after tat.. its how fun when u go ktv with a bunch of people who are high. haha all the emo songs and i still cant believe the guys actually sang Hai Kuo Tian Kong 3 consecutively times with 3 different mtvs!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108164163538341282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RuPYPhYVTaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/fhdbxZRaIAU/s320/CIMG1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and i'll end this post with my fav photo of the night!!! love love!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108164915157618098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RuPY7RYVTbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nhyeIm6Dr94/s320/CIMG1701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for all the fun this coming weekend!! people make urself freeeee!!! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2028180210500951459?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2028180210500951459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=2028180210500951459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2028180210500951459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2028180210500951459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/09/belated-post.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RuPWzhYVTYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dYFux5YtWPQ/s72-c/CIMG1702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-8553787495633196606</id><published>2007-08-25T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:05.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i realised i havent been blogging for a while. so long that my tag board has expired. can some kind soul help me solve this problemmmm?? plsssss. im lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first up. cousin's mini mini wedding buffet and tea ceremony.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102511454000860290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_DIhYVTII/AAAAAAAAAR0/zRVsOth8A9w/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cousins. one of them whom i used babysit when the adults were busy mj-ing. and now she plays netball and is almost as tall as me! sad but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sister.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102512729606147218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_ESxYVTJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2v5PfV66MsE/s320/CIMG1586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old man. my sugar daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102513279361961122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_EyxYVTKI/AAAAAAAAASE/799_x_Xb7Fk/s320/CIMG1590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tat was fireworks festival! courtesy of my sister... got grandstand seats. photos are not clear enough and the video file is too big. so too bad. met up with jane, loocy and chin to join the rest at yik's place for his bdae. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cam-whoring in the car. with a mini-lee hom concert in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102515340946263218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_GqxYVTLI/AAAAAAAAASM/oCtKGa-Bpic/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ok been a little crazy with ktv, esp with a bestie like jane.. doesnt reali help. so a mini session with jane, loocy and chin on a sunday nite. shacked. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102509431071263858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_BSxYVTHI/AAAAAAAAARs/_OOBnH-II9s/s320/CIMG1641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ok its not wat u think. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;zouk abit on wednesday. even though thurs was a working day. 2 hrs sleep reali didnt help at all.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102516547832073410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_HxBYVTMI/AAAAAAAAASU/GAgfYRYcnN8/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102517020278475986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_IMhYVTNI/AAAAAAAAASc/vlad7aizSDU/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is for abiel.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;abiel.. look at the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102518179919645922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_JQBYVTOI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ke9OYsKT9Pg/s320/CIMG1651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;abiel.. open ur eyes... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102519399690358002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_KXBYVTPI/AAAAAAAAASs/mBJk0Kf4RGg/s320/CIMG1654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;abiel... look here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102520460547280130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_LUxYVTQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KycInfFEWdc/s320/CIMG1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;abiel! the camera!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102521504224333074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_MRhYVTRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ilBtE8V3j78/s320/CIMG1659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;abiel.. i need u to open ur eyesss. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102522367512759586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_NDxYVTSI/AAAAAAAAATE/5CyuEststoQ/s320/CIMG1660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;abiel.. U'RE GONNA FALL ON JANE! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102524338902748482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_O2hYVTUI/AAAAAAAAATU/HR3ci07G6gE/s320/CIMG1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i never took a proper pic of abiel tat nite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do emo has to come after all the fun??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Timbre didnt not materialise last nite as our fav band wasnt playing. so we went to Oosh instead. they had a reali good band playing and lau was in awe with their music. listening to them ever so seriously.. but with his mouth opened most of the time. yeap they were tat good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102526456321625426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_QxxYVTVI/AAAAAAAAATc/RPpRkEwdC6k/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;summerlove. summerfling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-8553787495633196606?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8553787495633196606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=8553787495633196606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8553787495633196606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8553787495633196606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-i-realised-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rs_DIhYVTII/AAAAAAAAAR0/zRVsOth8A9w/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-6280744617184510146</id><published>2007-08-10T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one week leave is over just like that. good thing i had everyday filled with things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;phutureeee on friday nite with jane, justin and other GFS peeps. nvr in my life have i seen velvet queue tat long! but its always a good thing to know frens in the queue. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been a while since we've been at phuture on a wednesday. and boy was the music good but the crowd was soooooooo young and it was way to crowded. but all thanks to the company of good frens and my bestie! nth much happened tat nite, just that i was part of a mini surprise for a certain someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the Loof on saturday.. which was a pre-party/gathering before the big Party-Like-A-Mother-F***ker tonite! a cam-whoring session for all of us.. not jus the girls... and it was fun fun fun!! albeit i missed the good opportunity to join vim and we-know-who. whahahha! never mind.. there shall be more opportunities next time!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097032157983889778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RrxLvhFfWXI/AAAAAAAAARE/guG787R9Eps/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the individual shots.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097036530260597122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RrxPuBFfWYI/AAAAAAAAARM/rQkZVaqUMAQ/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us acting cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097036985527130514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RrxQIhFfWZI/AAAAAAAAARU/f-2JWIJfFQg/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i call these the dun-ask pics..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097037664131963298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RrxQwBFfWaI/AAAAAAAAARc/-VbKM6UBHG0/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;all hail the party tonite!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097038282607253938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RrxRUBFfWbI/AAAAAAAAARk/QebmNYAXFGQ/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-6280744617184510146?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6280744617184510146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=6280744617184510146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6280744617184510146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6280744617184510146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-week-leave-is-over-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RrxLvhFfWXI/AAAAAAAAARE/guG787R9Eps/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-5296561519691108364</id><published>2007-07-26T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:33:17.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wat was meant to be a 4-5 persons ktv session... turned out to be a 12-persons gathering and a mini birthday celebration for shaun tay. first time seeing a guy getting so excited over his surprise and kept insisting on the girls singing 祝我生日快乐 at the stroke of midnight. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u enjoyed urself last nite! HAPPY 23rd!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5296561519691108364?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5296561519691108364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5296561519691108364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5296561519691108364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5296561519691108364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/wat-was-meant-to-be-4-5-persons-ktv.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-3013220747719008843</id><published>2007-07-26T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:08.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 3.30pm. and i've nothing to do since before lunch. so here i am. attempting to blog at my client's place, my back facing everyone else. its pretty nerve-wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyhoos.... am chatting with mr wong online now. and apparently he's using skype at the same time with his frens who cant download msn on their office computers. so it seems everyone's slacking in office at this time of the day. and mr wong happily suggesting i shld play games to kill time. thanks ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been meeting mr. wong quite a bit recently. first bumping into each other at Star Bucks after duno how many donkey months. and i still cant believe u msg me asking if i were at star bucks the next time u were there. u think star bucks' our gathering pt ah. dumb. second was our dinner cum movie, with tathuang. weird combi for the first time. but it was fun! and then dinner cum dessert cum photo-whoring by the "ocean" that ended with a stalled car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr wong, we're damn tight now. "Like a virgin.... aww!" ok sorry. alright photos time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;photos by the reservoir...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091410659973748930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhTBRFfWMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zYLJQKALXQc/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i never knew guys (tat huang) can be such camera whores. Pls note tat i had no participation in coming up with all the poses. i was merely doing wat i was told. and i was the only girl tat nite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;acting cool... do we look like a band or wat? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091412858997004498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhVBRFfWNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ozS6gkQig4Q/s320/DSC00639_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;our rendition of 喜，怒，哀，乐.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091413361508178146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhVehFfWOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ltNrCXvEAY4/s320/DSC00633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091413550486739186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhVphFfWPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eGsdLK6ltDg/s320/DSC00635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091413898379090178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhV9xFfWQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/v23NoVm-yJo/s320/DSC00636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091414272041244946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhWThFfWRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/AaEfDCBS4u4/s320/DSC00634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;as u can see, my angry and sad pics are all abt the same. and mr wong attempted to get me in the angry mood by pinching my arms. well done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 guys and a girl acting cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091416578438682914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhYZxFfWSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/oax8Akah9VI/s320/DSC00631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091416780302145842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhYlhFfWTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ua4gOaEPiS0/s320/DSC00644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091417063769987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhY2BFfWUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RwOe5XG_qh0/s320/DSC00632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and my dear old fren. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091417501856651602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhZPhFfWVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XisJ5i0DZHA/s320/DSC00648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3013220747719008843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RqhTBRFfWMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zYLJQKALXQc/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7607337495339553143</id><published>2007-07-12T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:53:25.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes we criticise certain people so much...&lt;br /&gt;we bitch about them...about their behavior...&lt;br /&gt;but too often than not,&lt;br /&gt;we fail to see and realise that sometimes we're doing the exact same things tat we bitched about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a shame, isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7607337495339553143?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7607337495339553143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7607337495339553143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7607337495339553143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2160091192622875741</id><published>2007-07-10T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:02:17.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think facebook is better than friendster. because u can just find possibly everything and anything. guys and girls.... read up!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;There Are Some Things Girls Should Always Do For Guys. Period.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;As much as you want to talk about past relationships, keep it to a minimum, unless he asks. You don't want him to feel like he's in competition with anyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every guy has a 'geeky' side of him. Whether it be video games, DVD, WoW, anime, football among other sports, or whatever. Don't make fun of him if you don't like it, either tolerate it, or learn to like it. DO NOT try to change him. If he's constantly ignoring you for that hobby of his, tell him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you hug the boy, hold tight. It doesn't hurt to rest your head on him either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compromise for movies. Watch his favorite movies and he'll give in for the movie you want to see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes pay for the date! I know guys hate this, but if he takes you out constantly, it's more than likely he's going to be poor! Treat him sometime. Even if you just buy the snacks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold his hand!! Even in the mall when you have a ton of bags, hold his hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't run away from his favorite stores, if you don't like them! Watch him. Gift ideas!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any time your guy gives you a compliment, don't just roll your eyes. He means it, and you should smile and say thank you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys are pressured to take the relationship to a "deeper level". Stupid society. Anyway, if you dont want that in a relationship, tell him before things get too complicated! You can compromise too. If you are uncomfortable with something, STOP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Fine" or “whatever" is not an appropriate ending to a conversation. Only makes matters worse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life isn't a drama or a movie. This is real life, people. They don't often come with a sword, armor, and a white steed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEVER EVER kick them in the place below the belt. Even in a fight or argument, just don't do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TRUST HIM. Don't scream when he looks at another girl. We know you were goggling at the cute guy that just passed. It's nature. Don't dig through his phonebook, and hey, guys can have female friends just like girls can have male friends. If this makes things awkward, talk about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This should go without saying. Love him for who he is! Don't worry about what others think. Don't try to change him into what's cool and hip. Some compromises can be made, and tell him that if he ever has a problem you changing him, to tell you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In an argument, just because society stereotypes women as being smarter, more mature, and men as dumb and immature, doesn't mean you are always right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to him. Even if it's something you don't want to hear. Good communication is key.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook. It may sound stereotypical, but a lot of guys like having a meal cooked for them. A lot of it is the thought, but if you truly are terrible, then maybe this isn't one you should try. If you know how to cook, maybe teach him, or you both can learn together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing. Many girls underestimate how well they sing. You don't have to be able to sing 10 octaves or whatever. Don't be embarrassed to sing in front of a guy, just let yourself go a bit and have some fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A girl has the right to show off her body, but keep your pride and dignity. Be careful! If you show off too much, guys (and just people in general) may get the wrong message and make assumptions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just like girls want girl time, guys want guy time. Giving your guy space to hang with his friends is not only fair, but it shows you trust him in a way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect the guy for who he is, not because he earns your respect. Guys relate to each other on a respect level, and if you want him to open up to you, he has to know that you don't look down on him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let your guy take pictures of you. He may not admit it, but that picture will probably be with him always. Even if you think it looks horrible. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't always expect the guy to be the one to call. It is okay to call your boyfriend on occasion, and it shows him that you care about him and are thinking about him. And don't get upset if for some reason he doesn't have time to talk. He does have a life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remind him that you appreciate all the sweet little things he does for you. Let him know it's not all in vain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a guy uses a key to let you into his car, reach over and open the door before he gets to it. I know this may be common sense to most girls, but you know, some do not do this. It's a tiny little action that can make a guy go "hey, she's considerate." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let the guy open the door for you or do any other chivalric action. He's fulfilling your wish for a gentleman, don't deny him the chance to do something nice for you. Thank him! You are doing all these wonderful things for him, let him return the favor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Communicate with him. Tell him directly what's on your mind. You can always hope that he'll get your subtle hints or body language, but if it's important, you're better off using words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes you have to take the initiative. Don't always wait for him to come to you, because if that's how it always is, you're going to lose him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If they buy you jewelry, wear it around them, even if you don't like it. They will appreciate it, because it's the thought that counts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A word of appreciation now and then regarding his protective/kind/chivalrousattitude will go miles toward the end. You won't regret it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you are talking to a guy you are interested in, lean in, touch his arm or hand, while your talking. physical touch communicates interest and value.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whether it's from across the room or while your talking let him know that you are only interested in what he has to said. so look into his eyes and smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never judge him based on his friends. They may give some insight, but sometimes guys as well as girls can befriend people that are completely opposite of themselves because they like the change. Don't let who he hangs around with be the deciding factor of your judgments about him. Get to know him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cute is what he is when he does something goofy, not how you should compliment his looks.Tell him he looks handsome... or any other word you'd use to describe James Bond.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let him know you're on his side and that you support him and believe in him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call him instead of IMing or e-mail. Let him talk to you and hear your voice. Note: sometimes, it can't be helped. long distance relationships are sometimes forced to use AIM. In this case, use a camera!! You can see him and hear him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write him letters! If you want to tell him something but just can't come up with the words in person, take the time to write them down. He'll appreciate it because he can read word for word how you feel for him over and over again, and you know he won't forget it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls should do little things for guys. If they ask for a drink, just get it for them cuz they don't ask often. Or surprise them with little gifts (even if homemade) it ll show them that you care about them and thought about them during the day, even if they don't admit it, they like it as much as we do"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DON'T CHEAT ON HIM! IT'S NEVER WORTH IT! He WILL find out one way or another and odds are you guys are through. Whether you were already split up or still dating... you'll be lucky if he still wants to be your friend!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive him. Not hundreds of times for the same mistakes, but relationships are going to have problems and there will be apologies on both sides... Forgiveness is a huge part of a relationship. You may not always want to do it, and he will definitely not always deserve it, but then again, we don't necessarily always deserve forgiveness either...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you know that you and the one you are with should end the relationship, have the integrity and respect to tell them that the relationship is over. Do not just leave and never speak to them again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;There Are Some Things Guys Should Always Do For Girls. Period.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open doors when possible - whether it be to a building or the passenger car door. the classic example that's stood the test of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When in a place of worship (or other places that have aisles and pews), if a man is at the end of the pew, when exiting he should stand in the aisle and let all the females go before him. (This seems odd to some people, yet normal for others. If you don't get it, don't worry about it, okay?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man should tolerate the occasional chick flick, musical, opera, or ballet - whatever her preference is - *without* complaining about it! (Because the guy may just like it.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play one of the songs that would make any woman weep like the little girl she once was (but in a good way). A brief list includes, but certainly isn't limited, to: "You &amp; Me" by Lifehouse Anything by Frank Sinatra Any rendition of "Everything I Do, I Do it for You" "Collide" by Howie Day "Out Of My League" by Steven Speaks And MOST IMPORTANTLY "Question" by the Old 97's (if you propose to a girl with this song, she is putty in your hands). ("Putty in your hands" is not meant to promote "using women" in any way. This group does not encourage guys to be polite in order to get her into bed.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk! The strong &amp;amp; silent bit goes from intriguing to boring quite fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find out what her favorite flower is and buy them for her randomly (regardless of the situation you might be in). A simple yet profound truth: a single rose says more than dozens of anything else. (I encourage the women to not allow a guy to "prove himself worthy" through gifts and flowers and such. Trust is a precious thing and it should take a good chunk of time before he gains it back in your heart.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you miss her, or love her, TELL HER! Even your friends like to hear it every now &amp; again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-enact Zales commercials (the ice is nice but certainly not mandatory).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember: the best gifts you can give are usually free of cost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave a note (or send a message) just to say "hi".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask her questions about herself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress nice every once &amp;amp; a while. Any girl likes to see her brother/friend/boyfriend/etc. in a well-ironed button-up with some nice slacks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PRIDE &amp; PREJUDICE ...that's all I have to say about that (I mean, that should speak for itself). (It's even more impressive if he has read the book.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tolerate small children as best you can. Meaning, put up with the things that can get annoying. They're children, after all. Show them love and care, teach them how to become a better man than you. (You were once extremely irritating. Get over the obnoxious kids and enjoy getting down to their level - not "for her", but for the good of yourself and others.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to dance! There is nothing sexier than a man who can dance really well. If God did not bless you with the grace of Fred Astaire, at least put forth the effort, it will be greatly appreciated. Always slow dance (even if it's just like you danced in middle school). Also, men, sing to a lady. Even if you're terrible, suck it up! They love to listen to it and will not care what you sound like. It's the thought that counts on this one. Unless you're just downright terrible, nothing sexy about that. Haha, thanks, Jade!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss her on the forehead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she's sick, stay up with her. If you can cook (which is *always* a plus), make her some soup. If you can't cook, there's Campbell's soup at hand for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretend to throw her in the pool (or fountain/pond). If you really do throw her in, you'd better jump in yourself. **NOTE** There are some women who just hate this apparently, so you had better do two things: 1) Never allow your buddies be a part of it if you're unsure of how she feels about getting thrown in and 2) You had better know how she feels about it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold her hand while you talk, drive, or just for the heck of it (it's the small things that win you big points).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOOK IN HER EYES, NOT AT HER CHEST!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid jokes = awkwardly adorable moments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tickle her, tease her, let her tease you back without getting all bent out of shape about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't call her hot, or pretty, or cute; call her beautiful, because that's what she is. (I don't think cute is that bad, but definitely stay away from "hot" [it's so overused and superficial] and step "pretty" up to beautiful or gorgeous or stunning or captivating or...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offer her your jacket/sweatshirt. (Note: you may not see that particular item of clothing for a while, if ever again).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be too proud to apologize.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not stalking to watch her sleep if you fall asleep watching a movie. It is stalking to watch her sleep if you're standing outside her window with night vision goggles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she feels at her worst, tell her she looks her best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're trying to get more than friendship out of the relationship, take it slow and never rush her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just because you're a guy doesn't mean you are completely incapable of calling when you say you will, it just means you are highly incapable of it. There are few acceptable answers to, "Why didn't you call?", &amp; being male is not one of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't check out other girls in front of your female friends/sisters/mother, unless you are sincere when you later ask them if you think she could introduce the two of you for more reasons than you "want to get some". Pull this in front of your girlfriend/fiancee/wife, she has every right to clock you in the jaw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys - always offer to pay for the date. No matter how expensive it gets, especially if YOU asked HER on the date. [if she is willing to pay now and again, don't let your "man pride" get in the way of her wanting to give back to you. she should understand money can be tight - especially when you're always buying]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always do everything in your power to keep her as happy as you can. And cheer her up in any way possible. [if she isn't always happy - and i've never met a girl who is - don't be afraid of her and don't be stupid and always, unquestioningly, blame it on PMS. be there WITH her when times are tough and she wants you there.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When walking on the sidewalk, always walk on the outside near traffic. (So everyone has a different opinion for how this started. For some, it's because of the human waste that was getting thrown out the windows when this was happening a century ago. The woman walked under the overhangings extending from the buildings with the guy in the open to take the mess if need be. Others say it's from the guy's scabbard/sword being on his left with the woman walking on the right. As for today, it's the traffic and puddles and what-not. Whatever it is. It's just a courtesy thing, if it seems necessary.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least do everything in your power to keep cursing to a minimum while around her. If you can, cut it out period while around her, or cut it out of your vocabulary. Women don't want to hear it, guys don't care about it, adults don't want to hear it, it doesn't impress employers, and you sure won't want your children or someone else's to hear it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes you have to take the initiative. Don't always wait for her to come to you, because if that's how it always is, you're going to lose her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If any lady is walking alone to her car in a dark parking lot/garage, or is carrying a heavy load, always offer to help walk her to her destination and carry things, if not the entire load. **This may work a lot better and come off non-stalkerish if you at least know the girl you're trying to help. Haha thanks to a LOT of people on this revision.**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a woman says no, let that be her final answer with maybe one question of confirmation after her first answer. Do not pressure or force her in any way after that. Don't make her give in to something she doesn't want to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always be honest with her. No woman wants or likes a dishonest man. If you can't be honest with her, she can't trust you, and shows you don't trust her enough to be honest. Trust, honesty and integrity are just as an integral part of a relationship and just as important as love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man should always genuinely listen to women; no matter how bored or busy the man is. Actively listening to the woman will keep him from pain (and bring the man and woman closer together). This works best, of course, when both the man and the woman actively and equally engage in conversation (this includes listening). For the ladies reading this, please talk - always talk - especially if you are having problems with the relationship and to also avoid making bigger problems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DON"T CHEAT ON HER. She'll find out one way or another. If it came to that, then you should sit down and discuss what's going wrong in your relationship instead of creating another wrong. Two wrongs don't make a right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2160091192622875741?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2160091192622875741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=2160091192622875741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2160091192622875741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2160091192622875741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-facebook-is-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2113958532069267594</id><published>2007-07-08T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:18:03.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Justin Timberlake - Lovestoned&lt;br /&gt;2. Rihanna ft. Jay-Z - Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;3. Ne-yo - Because Of You&lt;br /&gt;4. John Legend - P.D.A. (We Just Don't Care)&lt;br /&gt;5. James Morrison - You Give Me Something&lt;br /&gt;6. Snow Patrol - Signal Fire&lt;br /&gt;7. Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;br /&gt;8. Paolo Nutini - Rewind&lt;br /&gt;9. Paolo Nutini - These Streets&lt;br /&gt;10. KT Tunstall - Other Side Of The World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2113958532069267594?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2113958532069267594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=2113958532069267594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2113958532069267594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2113958532069267594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/current-playlist-1.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-3780081113240504892</id><published>2007-07-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:18:21.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm good. but theres some things i've been wanting to say here... but i tot it would be inappropriate. coz i didnt want anyone to misunderstand wat im trying to say. all i wanna do is to let it out. this is the avenue of my thoughts and feelings. i need to let it all out so that i can feel better. so heres wat i had wanted to say but didnt had the courage to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i must admit that i may not be understanding enough on my part. given the situation and wat u're goin thru, i could have done better. but wat i dun understand is this. all i did was expressing i was quite bummed tat the meeting was cancelled. i was just saying how i reali felt at the point in time and had zero meaning of making you feel guilty. you on the other hand did not express any unpleasant feelings towards me. everything seemed ok. at least to me. but i guess it was not. and i didnt know y u couldnt just tell me how u feel. i didnt know i couldnt even feel sian about wats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come the next day, i didnt know wat got over me but i was feeling super sian when u came. be it work or watever. i have to apologise for that. im sorry. but it has nothing to do with you being late. not at all. i was upset because u had wanted to meet your fren over the weekend. im not being unreasonable here. i've been working late every single day of the week and i tot weekends were worth looking forward to as we can spend some time together. but u wanted to meet your fren instead. understand this from my point of view.. we just got together and its supposed to be the honeymoon period so i would think spending time together was only normal. im not saying u cant meet your frens. its just.... well i duno any other way to put it. but tats wat im trying to say. and pls dun misinterpret into sth reali bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all had bad days. and tat was one of mine. i didnt know u were unhappy with me till much later. i know u haf alot of problems to handle, but u made me feel like getting upset or angry with you is wrong. i may not have been enuff serious relationships, actually none, but i think u making me feel tat way isnt right. maybe im reali not understanding enuff for u. maybe i just dun understand. maybe i just dun get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one day had passed. and out of the blue u sent this long msg which totally threw me off. maybe its been building up in u and it was just too much for u after wat happened on fri, which i truly think wasnt sth tat bad.. it wasnt even an argument. i duno wat happened to u tat night but i know u were not in a veri good state of mind. i could feel everything's coming at one go for u and it must have been reali hard. and i must say i reali dun understand wat shit u're going through. nobody would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tat aside, i think its wrong for u to use the words u used. becoz its like in just one night, u managed to turn everything ard and made me the bad person. u brought up wat happened on thurs when u had to cancel the meeting. and u said i made u feel guilty for cancelling and that i am selfish. i duno wat im supposed to think. u made me feel like a terrible person and a veri bad gf. and all i did was kept apologising to you. its like i couldnt even stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and then u said abt me feeling so happy bumping into a fren whom i've not seen for a long time and hugging him, when earlier tat nite i was so sian when im with u. its totally ridiculous to me becoz u're just bringing out different matters and putting them together and making me at fault for things i did not do wrong. i also duno how u get the idea im ALWAYS sian when we're out. i just dun get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u're going through alot. i know. but i think it does not give u the right to lash out things and blaming me for everything. everyone says people says hurtful things at times like this. but its just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u seem to overlook the fact that im new to this. having to deal with wat u're going through when we just got together. any normal person would need time to adapt. but u dun see it. i think u expected more from me than i could offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u're right tat we're not compatible. deep down i know we're not. but i tot it was worth a try. i remember telling a fren i felt like im nt good enuff for u.. but now i know its just coz we're different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; at any intention making u look bad. its just wat i wanted to say. and letting u see from my point of view. wat u said tat day reali hurt me and i just felt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i am ok. i am good. i know u've moved on and tat things at home are getting better. i only hope from now on, everything will only get better. for u. as well as for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-3780081113240504892?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3780081113240504892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=3780081113240504892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3780081113240504892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/3780081113240504892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-good.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2477867732649831858</id><published>2007-07-02T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:08.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 mths have passed and u're finally back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i duno if u can tell, but i'm reali reali happy u're back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;becoz i know no matter wat i can always turn to u for comfort, advice and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for making me feel worthy of myself and for always being there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks bro! love love. =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082619254950572450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RokXSJPjsaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zPgNvoQzfNc/s320/IMG_2547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2477867732649831858?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2477867732649831858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=2477867732649831858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2477867732649831858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2477867732649831858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/6-mths-have-passed-and-ure-finally-back.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RokXSJPjsaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zPgNvoQzfNc/s72-c/IMG_2547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2935005522136197871</id><published>2007-07-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:39:49.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stimes words are so harsh, u duno wat they can do to people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2935005522136197871?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2935005522136197871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=2935005522136197871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2935005522136197871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2935005522136197871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/07/stimes-words-are-so-harsh-u-duno-wat.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-1120907153004283208</id><published>2007-06-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:08.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met up with vim, jx, g, zx and jo for vim's mini celebration. well more like a catching up session. sorry babe for the lack of birthday cake and the celebratory mood. but we still love u anyways!! hope u like the earrings! and i wan my last year's xmas present before this coming xmas ok? thanks. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079648109583717618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6JCuO41PI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nvTGvcINQb8/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1120907153004283208?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1120907153004283208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=1120907153004283208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1120907153004283208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1120907153004283208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/met-up-with-vim-jx-g-zx-and-jo-for-vims.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6JCuO41PI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nvTGvcINQb8/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-8856668948501815818</id><published>2007-06-24T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:18.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 2 on my HK and Macau trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our veri first dim sum breakfast. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079610846447457106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5nJuO401I/AAAAAAAAAMM/DjXUzXg7QE4/s320/CIMG0822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ok apparently i forgot to take pics of the dim sum. bleah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HK Disneyland. this time i didnt go in the rain!!! heh in fact... it was scorching hot. i've still got my birks' tan on my feet. and i saw the parade too!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079612512894767970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5oquO402I/AAAAAAAAAMU/mQgu5bKr1OI/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079612916621693810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5pCOO403I/AAAAAAAAAMc/JEHlE0U9v8s/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079613380478161794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5pdOO404I/AAAAAAAAAMk/yOijFOOXa1U/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my favorite cartoon of all times!!! DUMBO~~~&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079613792795022226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5p1OO405I/AAAAAAAAAMs/jJubzmafBv4/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;pics with the disney characters! there are more but i dun haf them yet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079614213701817250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5qNuO406I/AAAAAAAAAM0/UZIS1SJYqa0/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the parade!!!! all the songs were sang in cantonese "eeks". donald duck was reali cuteeee!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079615648220894130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5rhOO407I/AAAAAAAAAM8/mXEGAyKXMLE/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;random pics in disneyland.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079616344005596098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5sJuO408I/AAAAAAAAANE/7L45iDsKF_c/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079616932416115666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5sr-O409I/AAAAAAAAANM/JNaRYIXbH1w/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;shot of the palace before the fireworks. no pics of the fireworks coz camera died.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079617507941733346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5tNeO40-I/AAAAAAAAANU/IjGDx0JooS0/s320/CIMG0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;second nite at a bar.. just chilling&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079618070582449138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5tuOO40_I/AAAAAAAAANc/mIufVmdG_CE/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a sign board in the bar. NICE.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079633386435826690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn57puO41AI/AAAAAAAAANk/RhSuTcx1lek/s320/CIMG0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;shopping at mongkok before meeting ss's auntie for dinner at a posh restaurant.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079634249724253202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn58b-O41BI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y0NJEdtcn7k/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;on the ferry to Macau.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079634593321636898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn58v-O41CI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FidPs62exgg/s320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;macau. didnt reali liked the place. its reali all gambling and gambling and gambling and eggtarts and gambling.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079635727193003058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn59x-O41DI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CqXAmqVeuZE/s320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;agnes br cafe. was on the hunt for all the factory outlets. but apparently the outlets were either gone or the stuff totally sucked. so finally destination found. the cake was fantabulous! heavenly! confirm can fight with the cheesecake from The Cheesecake Shop. bleah.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079636547531756610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5-huO41EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XiVPys78vQ0/s320/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;according to lijun.. there is the Longest Escalator in HK island. so after searching and asking the locals. we finally came to this. escalator my ass. its only a travelator lo. i told her she better take some nice photos before we leave. kookoo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079637896151487570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn5_wOO41FI/AAAAAAAAAOM/r9HhJTjetxU/s320/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;madame tusaude was museum. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079638716490241122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6Af-O41GI/AAAAAAAAAOU/NWKvCrjZ3hU/s320/collage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;on the tram to the peak.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079639287720891506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6BBOO41HI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iscxlJjdQIU/s320/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;weather sucked at the peak! barely 5 mins up there and all the night view was obscured by the bloody fog.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079640103764677762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6BwuO41II/AAAAAAAAAOk/vOIaBIR0Sq0/s320/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079640361462715538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6B_uO41JI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3fOQu_33BVA/s320/collage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;photos taken from the open top bus.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079641224751142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6Cx-O41KI/AAAAAAAAAO0/4M0piKudrPY/s320/collage18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;our last nite at Lan Kwai Fung! decided to choose a club by the length of the queue. so apparently there was onli one club with a queue. Sugar or Suga. music was sucky. crowd was like phuture. young kids. no dancing. jus photo-whoring.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079643372234790082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6Eu-O41MI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PeTxfsFnrHs/s320/collage19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079642891198452914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6ES-O41LI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NV-5crM2wI0/s320/collage20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079643698652304594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6FB-O41NI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vlOwOVk_Yuc/s320/collage21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079644377257137378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rn6FpeO41OI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ce9QUSPx5rA/s320/collage22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yeah! no more photos to uploaaad! end of my trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just received my hp bill for the month when i went for my trip. zzzzzz. haven had such ex bill for a while alr. but i guess its all worth it! coz i haf my machindian now! poot. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-8856668948501815818?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8856668948501815818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=8856668948501815818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-6305682262279438440</id><published>2007-06-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:21:30.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i used to have a machindian fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now he's not just my fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can be quite random sometimes. *im a busy bee... buzzing buzzing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smells reali nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like how he likes to hold my hand when driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like how he always stretches out his hand for me when we're out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like how he smiles to himself when he looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-6305682262279438440?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-5486962207190432118</id><published>2007-06-12T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:20.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok back after the 2 weeks' absence. in case some of u didnt know... i was on 2 weeks leave and went taipei, hk and macau for holiday. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall it was quite an enjoyable trip, apart from certain incidents which i shall not put it down in here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok back to the trip. think its a better idea to talk abt the trip with photos. so here goes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075016047484523042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm4UNOO40iI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dC5i8RUbjtQ/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats us on the bus during our transit from HK to taiwan. it was pouring when during the transit and we were given rain coats to wear. how thoughtful rite. everyone on the bus put on the raincoats and looked like total idiots. and before the bus set off, the rained stopped. but i was a bit smarter coz i took it off earlier after realising how cock-looking i was. smart eh. heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAIPEI&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075017129816281650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm4VMOO40jI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZLgexkty_qI/s320/CIMG0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the name of the restaurant says it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;our first nite was spent singing 3 or 4 hrs of ktv at Partyworld. scores were given after every song. and ss was veri proud of his 86 pts frm singing some unheard song of andy lau. eeeks. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075018190673203778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm4WJ-O40kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T2rPU4DhJQs/s320/CIMG0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;because ss had relatives living in Taipei, we met them for a lunch buffet at Shabu Shabu. shiooook. tat was the beginning of a growing tummy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075019273004962386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm4XI-O40lI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1x8L-WE6Q4U/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;taipei 101. spent S$45 to go up to the 80+ or 90+ floor where the steel bars were so damn freaking high.. i couldnt hardly see a thing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075020518545478242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm4YReO40mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TuKj8FQ8xws/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Raohe Night Market. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075020990991880818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm4Ys-O40nI/AAAAAAAAAKc/G2HDVGeDaPE/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;thankfully i have lijun ard .... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075021678186648194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm4ZU-O40oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/txW34o7LHIs/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the best pork chop rice. oily and yummy to the max. *drool* &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075056033630048914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm44kuO40pI/AAAAAAAAAKs/M9vu8juLUnc/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;while waiting for the bus to Fisherman's Warf. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075057103076905634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm45i-O40qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4y5m8120G4c/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;at the Lover's Bridge. with no lover. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075063992204448434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm4_z-O40rI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eImSW34StUE/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075064687989150402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm5AceO40sI/AAAAAAAAALE/tqBEq2Gy5xs/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;at Luxy. the well-known club where girls are known to take off their tops and dance in their bras or bikinis. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075066556299924178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm5CJOO40tI/AAAAAAAAALM/84A7opnJIho/s320/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;at Jiu Fen. if i remembered correctly. its a small street market at the top of the hill. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075073123304919778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm5IHeO40uI/AAAAAAAAALU/NW8WiVkP-BU/s320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;by now, i guess u would have realise the photos are all about the same jus tat the backgrounds are different... if u can see any. haha 9 out of 10 photos are self-shots because we travelled with a couple who's too busy doing things on their own. bleah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some famous Rose Cafe. they served damn shiook cheesecake. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075081090469253890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm5PXOO40wI/AAAAAAAAALk/DUNL9AQaGIw/s320/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;shopping at Shilin. saw a damn cute Chow Chow in a dvd store. with all its fur intact except the fur on its body. hahhaa.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075081730419381010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm5P8eO40xI/AAAAAAAAALs/1mM4wcYylmw/s320/collage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the cam whores in us... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075082606592709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm5QveO40yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SFJvHdrE1PA/s320/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;at Liu Fu Chun the theme park.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075091862247232306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm5ZKOO40zI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Bt0tZYtGdZc/s320/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075093554464346946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm5asuO400I/AAAAAAAAAME/yxhJN9sjYak/s320/collage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat's all i have of Taipei. shall continue Hong Kong and Macau another day. and im doing all this in office. shack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5486962207190432118?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5486962207190432118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5486962207190432118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5486962207190432118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5486962207190432118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-back-after-2-weeks-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rm4UNOO40iI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dC5i8RUbjtQ/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2656977563463880930</id><published>2007-05-26T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:37:56.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>timbre again last nite with jx, mita and jo, followed by jx's frens later on. its always fun to have vim and jx together coz the ultimate lame duo comes up with the lamest shit u can ever get. a little awkwardness during the nite.. but i hope all is good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a last minute decision to join the guys at zouk. a very chilled out nite at velvet... with a majority of the time spent sitting down on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo babe, just a word of advice... easy on the drinks even if u dun get drunk easily :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long, tired and relaxed nite. but a sweet one nonetheless :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2656977563463880930?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2656977563463880930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=2656977563463880930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2656977563463880930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt it was fun... with the crazy singing with "Lionel", out of tunes melodies, off key notes in every word of the songs... haha. i had the singing recorded... but i have yet to figure out how to upload it yet. will do so soon. anyway, sad to say, the fun didnt last long. saw behaviors i dun reali approve of, but wasnt in my place to say anything. and the nite didnt end the way i had wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but watever is it, the most important thing was everyone got home safe and sound, apart from all the puking. bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-559488581926094807?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/559488581926094807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=559488581926094807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/559488581926094807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/559488581926094807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-leave-on-thurs-for-for-my-bros.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-1096937943704752401</id><published>2007-05-24T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:04:04.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a night full of laughters and rubbish talk. shall not go too much into details abt the things we talked abt for fear of ruining somebody's reputation (get ur currencies right now?) hahhaa, and because he said he's so nice that he patted my head (ya i dun quite get it either). heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had a great time! hope u had too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1096937943704752401?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2515136889413353239</id><published>2007-05-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:25:34.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u gave me a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not tat its a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think tat tat might just be bull's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2515136889413353239?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2515136889413353239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=2515136889413353239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2515136889413353239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2515136889413353239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-4811389613616527649</id><published>2007-05-21T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:59:41.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-4811389613616527649?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4811389613616527649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=4811389613616527649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4811389613616527649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4811389613616527649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-3376154781313232957</id><published>2007-05-21T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:02:50.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro's graduating this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;his enlistment date is 15 June.&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna be 20 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro's all grown up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-3376154781313232957?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-586199246955323577</id><published>2007-05-21T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:58:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hootie and The Blowfish - Only Wanna Be With You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and me, we come from different worlds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You like to laugh at me when I look at other girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you're crazy then you wonder why I'm such a baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause the Dolphins make me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's nothing I can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been looking for a girl like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look at me, you got nothing left to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna pout at you until I get my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't dance, you won't sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna love you but you wanna wear my ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's nothing I can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can call me a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put on a little Dylan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sittin' on a fence I said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That line is great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You asked me what it meant by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said I shot a man named Gray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took his wife to Italy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She inherited a million bucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she died it came to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help it if I'm lucky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't Bobby so cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I'm tangled up in blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can call me a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wonder if it'll ever end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get so mad at me when I go out with my friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you're crazy then you wonder why I'm such a baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the Dolphins make me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can call me a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I'm tangled up in blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only wanna be with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only wanna be with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-586199246955323577?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/586199246955323577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=586199246955323577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/586199246955323577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/586199246955323577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/hootie-and-blowfish-only-wanna-be-with.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-8715755233566424486</id><published>2007-05-20T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:00:25.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mr nice guy says:&lt;/span&gt; ppl call me kaka also &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;/span&gt; HA HA HA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;/span&gt; and pple call me eva longoria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mr nice guy says:&lt;/span&gt; they call me that because of my soccer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mr nice guy says:&lt;/span&gt; not looks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;/span&gt; and they call me that becoz of my height&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss zhou. says:&lt;/span&gt; not looks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mr nice guy says:&lt;/span&gt; hahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our conversation has come to this. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-8715755233566424486?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8715755233566424486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=8715755233566424486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8715755233566424486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8715755233566424486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/mr-nice-guy-says-ppl-call-me-kaka-also.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7960507855048577959</id><published>2007-05-20T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:35:34.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss zhou:&lt;/span&gt; living your life in denial is not healthy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mr nice guy:&lt;/span&gt; but im not like the egyptians...&lt;/em&gt;(or something along the line abt egyptians)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss zhou:&lt;/span&gt; eh i dun get it......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mr nice guy:&lt;/span&gt; egyptians live in "THE NILE"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........piangz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7960507855048577959?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7960507855048577959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7960507855048577959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7960507855048577959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7960507855048577959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/miss-zhou-living-your-life-in-denial-is.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-8105830107186138948</id><published>2007-05-20T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:01:14.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>supper last nite has got to be the most hilarious and the most sweaty one. those who were present would know wat im talking abt. damn steam. confirm steam. for the guys esp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fried rice with extra chilli. mind u, its not just sambal chilli... it was CHILLI PADI. not jus one... i swear there were at least 3 in each plate. the first spoonful of rice tat i had, got me feeling hot and breaking out in sweat alr. yes it was tat spicy. as for the guys..... u could see it all in their faces. they were cringing their faces but still acting all cool and macho.... ok in mr nice guy's words, its not macho... its how shiooook. =p but they were sweating so much so that josh's tshirt was drenched in sweat and their noses were running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand why would these guys wanna torture themselves over supper. jx was saying he was damn hungry and jus wanted to have a good supper... but... hahahhaa. so apparently one plate wasnt enuff to satisfy them, they proceeded to order a second plate where they asked for MORE CHILLI. i swear the plate was covered with chilli padi, they were like the amount of corn and the green peas you would get in normal fried rice. two of them broke out in cold sweat after tat. hahahhahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now... one of them is still recovering from the stomach pain. and im sure the same goes for the other two. im still quite puzzled with their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men and their love for chilli padi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-8105830107186138948?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8105830107186138948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=8105830107186138948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8105830107186138948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8105830107186138948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/supper-last-nite-has-got-to-be-most.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-1194993795357280169</id><published>2007-05-19T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:22.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CKIN2U Launch @ Zouk</title><content type='html'>a night with free flow of drinks and red wine, all thanks to my hot "spandian" fren who got us all in for free for the CKIN2U launch at zouk. i've come to realise red wine makes me high real fast and puts me into a sleepy mode if drinkin on a couch. im sure jane, charm and justin can vouch to that. heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nth spectacular abt the launch. just gorgeous models, hot bods, no bras and big boobs and cleavages (note: not just the models). niceeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;music was disappointing until the last hour. by then jiaxing was how tight with charmaine. whahaha. josh decided to desert us towards the end claiming he had to join his fren's birthday bash. but we managed to stall him for quite sometime before he finally left because everytime he wanna leave after a song, the next one was good, and we'd ask him to leave after tat... then the next song and the next. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;supper after tat at river valley was hilarious! jx's fren was blabbering all sorts of nonsense. and he did all tat looking really happy. hahaha it was soooooo funny! oh and a special thanks to mr. nice guy who was kind and sober enuff to give the girls a lift home :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok pics time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at zouk.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066202038377530018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rk7D6XnaQqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_itn4fDhdhE/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;our drinks... because it was free flow... jx asked the bartender to give us the whole bottle of red wine but the bartender said he couldnt do so. so jx the genius asked him to empty the bottle into different glasses... hahahaha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066203571680854706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rk7FTnnaQrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1OwSSt-FVTI/s320/CIMG0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;NYJC da besttttt.. missing joanna. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066206105711559362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rk7HnHnaQsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8uzTpzF3Skg/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my dear girls from the 2 most memorable phases of my life! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066206968999985874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rk7IZXnaQtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/S4S1Fot1Y4o/s320/CIMG0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;more pics at zouk &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066208523778147042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rk7Jz3naQuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/K4SCkdNyrlc/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;phuture... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066209760728728306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rk7K73naQvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Kf8z5Ha8pnU/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and presenting the babe of the nite!!! love love. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066211306916954898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rk7MV3naQxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/O77Eg0nFnSk/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1194993795357280169?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1194993795357280169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=1194993795357280169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1194993795357280169'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>because i've finished all my work (not much to begin with) and having absolutely nth to do,&lt;br /&gt;and because im in the office,&lt;br /&gt;and because my manager's missing,&lt;br /&gt;and because there's no Heroes or Grey's anatomy to watch,&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to blog some random shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to Akon - Smack That.&lt;br /&gt;i just had lunch with jon chen, sontin and shaun tay.&lt;br /&gt;i brought them to eat beef noodles.&lt;br /&gt;tay didnt find it nice. but the other two liked it.&lt;br /&gt;chen sweat like mad AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my manager jus got back.&lt;br /&gt;im actually quite happy to see her. or not.&lt;br /&gt;am chatting with justin dufus and jane kookoohead.&lt;br /&gt;justin dufus is on mc, typing away on his dufus lappie in his big, expensive dufus house.&lt;br /&gt;jane's going to mug for her exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an apple in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;a strawberry yogurt bar in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;a box of sugar coated peanuts in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;and lots of pads.&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to Hanson - Penny and Me.&lt;br /&gt;gonna change song.&lt;br /&gt;im listening to Travis - Side.&lt;br /&gt;very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Timmy sang this 2 weeks ago. veri nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've still got a bit of teh tarik left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vim's bringing us to zouk this fri for the CKIN2U perfume launch.&lt;br /&gt;dufus and kookoohead are going too.&lt;br /&gt;jiaxing and josh too.&lt;br /&gt;i've ran out of clubbing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;im sure jane feels the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going taiwan, hongkong and macau in 2 weeks' time.&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to spend a bomb for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;sianz.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm planning to pay my sis for the money i owed her when i get back.&lt;br /&gt;a major dwindling of my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooooooo sad.&lt;br /&gt;still must pay my dad for the school fees.&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im listening to Timbaland - Give It To Me.&lt;br /&gt;niceeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to go for a jog later.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i wont bump into mr. 29-yr-old. eek.&lt;br /&gt;get the full (mostly fabricated) story frm yunlong's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling soooooooo lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;wat shld i wear on fri. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im playing web sudoku now.&lt;br /&gt;damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;manager's busy entertaining to another colleague.&lt;br /&gt;i need to wait for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im listening to Honey Soundtrack - Ooh Wee.&lt;br /&gt;ok byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-1946496068290198057?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1946496068290198057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=1946496068290198057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1946496068290198057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/1946496068290198057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-ive-finished-all-my-work-not.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2387361148763189131</id><published>2007-05-16T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:49:49.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ooh Wee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Nate Dogg)]&lt;br /&gt;(La-la-la-la, lalalalalala)&lt;br /&gt;Yo, what's the deal, nigga?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that&lt;br /&gt;Trynna get our head rights, get this money right&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)&lt;br /&gt;Yo, yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ghostface Killah]&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City&lt;br /&gt;Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off&lt;br /&gt;Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off&lt;br /&gt;Cigars, paisley robes&lt;br /&gt;Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window&lt;br /&gt;The cashier was scared, she asked for my info&lt;br /&gt;The manager arrived with two guards, that's an insult&lt;br /&gt;That's the cause, just because&lt;br /&gt;We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough&lt;br /&gt;And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those lows&lt;br /&gt;We got scribbes, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show&lt;br /&gt;Special guest: Starks Mark Bronson&lt;br /&gt;First five hundred bitches went crazy he let them on and in&lt;br /&gt;All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin'&lt;br /&gt;Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh weee, ohh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nate Dogg]&lt;br /&gt;When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you what they say haters, if you wanna know&lt;br /&gt;They say ooooooh wee&lt;br /&gt;When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies wanna roll&lt;br /&gt;Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo&lt;br /&gt;If you actin' menace I can pick another hoe&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooh weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' cold&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers&lt;br /&gt;They say ooooooooooh weeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Trife]&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, aiyo&lt;br /&gt;My games here to party, just to cut up a rug&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me wanna cut up a thug&lt;br /&gt;Now play something for D.J., cuz there's nothin' but love&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub&lt;br /&gt;When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud&lt;br /&gt;The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club&lt;br /&gt;Mamies, shakin' they ass, they throwin' it up&lt;br /&gt;Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Saigon]&lt;br /&gt;To the bang bang boogie, up jump the funk&lt;br /&gt;When I bang big bullets, I buck up a chump&lt;br /&gt;I love to get a bitch that's stuck up the hump&lt;br /&gt;Act thug, then my bullet get's stuck up your rump&lt;br /&gt;Like boom, ya'll heard, I bust and that's my word&lt;br /&gt;So if you get out of line then, that your ass is mine&lt;br /&gt;And I'mma run up in your house, put it in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;I might be new to the game (what?)&lt;br /&gt;But it's a damn shame, what a brother bout to do to the game&lt;br /&gt;I got Mark Ron' backin' me up&lt;br /&gt;I'm already on a song with Nate Dogg, that's why you wanna hate, dog?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a warning, when Mark bring the horns in&lt;br /&gt;Say the wrong thing, and you won't see the morning&lt;br /&gt;You gon' get dealt with man, yo Nate, man&lt;br /&gt;let's ride on these bitches, come on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2387361148763189131?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2387361148763189131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=2387361148763189131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2387361148763189131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2387361148763189131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/ooh-wee-intro-ghostface-killah-nate.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-9080375733673312599</id><published>2007-05-16T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:52:46.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Give It To Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it going, is it going, is it going, is it going?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly Furtado:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye)&lt;br /&gt;I'm real as they come if you don't know why im fly&lt;br /&gt;Seen ya try to switch it up, but girl you ain't got to&lt;br /&gt;I'm the wonderwoman, let me go get my ropes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a supermodel and mummy, sí, mummy&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty international got bankrupt (i'm on top, on lock)&lt;br /&gt;You love my ass and my abs and the video called "promiscuous"&lt;br /&gt;My style is miticulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus: Nelly Furtado]&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Timbaland:]&lt;br /&gt;When timbo is in the party everbody put up their hands&lt;br /&gt;I get a half a mill for my beats... you get a couple grand&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna see the day that i ain't got the upper hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm respected from californ.i.a. way down to japan&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real producer and you just the piano man&lt;br /&gt;Your song gonna top the charts, i heard em, i'm not a fan&lt;br /&gt;Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them their chance&lt;br /&gt;Somebody need to tell 'em they can't do it like i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus: Nelly Furtado]&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin Timberlake:]&lt;br /&gt;Could you speak up and stop the mumbling&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're getting clear.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you tryin' to act cute on tv just let me clear the air.&lt;br /&gt;We missed you on the charts last week&lt;br /&gt;Damn that's right, you wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;If "sexy" never left, then why's everybody on my shit?&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it.&lt;br /&gt;So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way&lt;br /&gt;'cuz our run will never be over, not at least until we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus: Nelly Furtado]&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice&lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night&lt;br /&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body&lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-9080375733673312599?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9080375733673312599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=9080375733673312599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjnMueA4ZVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3dxRfgqiZ4A/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060301145872295266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjnNFOA4ZWI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wjOFDA8sJ7c/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060301876016735602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjnNvuA4ZXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/n4uC7wHXWZE/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;songting looks damn funny here...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060302494492026242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjnOTuA4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9e84uIrFDxc/s320/CIMG0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060303134442153362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjnO4-A4ZZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/C-emcsU2PxU/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-9098940064100995856?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9098940064100995856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=9098940064100995856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/9098940064100995856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/9098940064100995856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-talk-just-photossssss-songting-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjnMueA4ZVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3dxRfgqiZ4A/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-5528767202309652195</id><published>2007-04-28T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:24.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first clubbing session with my JC frens, Uni frens and colleagues all at once. i've been telling jane and my colleagues so much abt vimitaaaa and they finally met her last nite! and they were all pretty excited to see her signature dance moves. hahaahha. sorry vim if tat put you in the spotlight... but well, good things must share. heh. ALSO, i managed to intro my hot fren joanna to my guy frens who think she's hot stuff. hahah u all owe me drinks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and jo and vim, im really happy u guys got to meet jane!! ok no more talk.. just photos! and i mean ALOT of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vimita and joanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058406738877244562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMSIOA4ZJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JZlWk3RQURU/s320/CIMG0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my babelicious frens&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058408242115798178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMTfuA4ZKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hpGwGTplu0k/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i see puiwen in this photo... hahah do u vim?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058409307267687602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMUduA4ZLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GwHMLDFm5Eo/s320/CIMG0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AABS 22 party people&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058411179873428674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMWKuA4ZMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4AVRVWCl19A/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;some GFS loving...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058412064636691666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMW-OA4ZNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UpezTQ8gFuc/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the girl gang....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058413430436291810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMYNuA4ZOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Qr3Enu8Rjic/s320/CIMG0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the kookoos and the bestie&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058417021028951314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMbeuA4ZRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O39_IGZrU3I/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058415148423210226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMZxuA4ZPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HS4EOCZ8-iI/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;fusion of friends...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058418120540579106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMceuA4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FXh5l9kYg64/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;girlfriends!!!! with the absence of joanna coz she was too tired to dance or she was nowhere to be found. hur hur.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058419048253515058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMdUuA4ZTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DYfoev1pNNM/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058420237959456066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMeZ-A4ZUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rct36jeAPKc/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;apologies to all those who felt left out! love love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5528767202309652195?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5528767202309652195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5528767202309652195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5528767202309652195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5528767202309652195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-clubbing-session-with-my-jc-frens.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RjMSIOA4ZJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JZlWk3RQURU/s72-c/CIMG0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-5235364206947001851</id><published>2007-04-25T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:51:27.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for those who have my msn... my nick would have pretty much said it all. hahaha yes this cute little eurasian kid winked at me in the train yesterdae. heh heh. jane saw it too. and we were luffing so hard! anyway he's the cutest little thing and im pretty sure he'll grow up to be a heart breaker. high potential in this one. oh ya who knows i might turn out to be his first crush lehhhh. whahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, im quite taken aback by what u've written. i didnt expect that u would feel this way. and its quite upsetting to know that u just didnt feel like being a part of us anymore. i guess to maintain a friendship, it takes both parties to put in a bit of effort. wouldnt hurt so much just to try a little harder ya? anyway i know u're reading this...... and WE are all good frens... clique or no clique. and i miss my fren. we all do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5235364206947001851?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5235364206947001851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5235364206947001851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5235364206947001851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5235364206947001851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-those-who-have-my-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-8893308022822759785</id><published>2007-04-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:25.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photos from wed!! had wine at justin's place before heading down to zouk. met lots of people there and the music was sooooooooooooooo gooood!! looking forward to more fun weds!!! okok photos time.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056264626475236002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rit143dt-qI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nksvhlKBsIU/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;justin's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056265369504578226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rit2kHdt-rI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XtVgpgK-H1E/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;weiming, daniel marc, joshua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266262857775810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rit3YHdt-sI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JW8ktCOisro/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056266834088426194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rit35Xdt-tI/AAAAAAAAAGk/I3BeQhq_rS0/s320/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I LOVE PHUTURE!!!!!! MUACKSSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-8893308022822759785?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8893308022822759785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=8893308022822759785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8893308022822759785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/8893308022822759785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/photos-from-wed-had-wine-at-justins.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rit143dt-qI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nksvhlKBsIU/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2771787121132042791</id><published>2007-04-22T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:26.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after so long, vim, jo, jx and i finally met up! together. and we had sooooooo much fun!!! updating on each other's lives over dinner, chilling at winebar while being fashion police, being disappointed with the serious lack of eye-candies, laughing so damn hard at each other's signature dance moves (one day we should jus take a photo of each of us dancing!!! whahaha), supper-ing at thomson prata, and reminiscing the good old JC days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its amazing how some of frens have changed over the years, and how we all realised after so many years that what we've come to know all this while might possibly turn out to be one huge lie. it's reali confusing and scary come to think abt it. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are the photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056156943055190594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RisT83dt-kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bdM8YLPr8U0/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;while waiting for taxi to zouk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056158381869234770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RisVQndt-lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QO2jlsyS67M/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056159335351974498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RisWIHdt-mI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7y90kSpO2JU/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056160245885041266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RisW9Hdt-nI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bTd-4LVabmE/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;winebar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056160988914383490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RisXoXdt-oI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FcO-As6fXNk/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;with jiaxing the man aka cockster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056161993936730770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RisYi3dt-pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pu-hvL5l3_0/s320/CIMG0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;love ya guys! muacks muacks muacks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2771787121132042791?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7030616485677871353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7030616485677871353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7946552480722244043</id><published>2007-04-14T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:53:33.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>black friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went mos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got puke on my whole right arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washed my entire arm with soap in the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came out of the toilet and got burnt by a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7946552480722244043?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7946552480722244043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7946552480722244043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7946552480722244043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7946552480722244043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-5477522245013299424</id><published>2007-04-07T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:27.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>timbre and zouk with my best gal pal can never go wrong. its been a long time since we last hanged out together by ourselves. so there we were, sitting right in front of the stage. i duno if thats a good spot or wat, but it definitely made both of us a little embarrassed for obvious reasons. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i have to admit Ngak does look quite good when he's singing. as in jus playing his guitar and singing. but definitely not when he doing all his weird antics. BUT somehow jane refuses to acknowledge this fact. she chose to look pass it. whereas i admit that my bassist looks damn cock when he's bouncing to the beat of the music. i acknowledge the fact and then look pass it. so im different from jane. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad jane did not get to hear my bassist's voice coz he had i-forgot-wats-the-name. better luck next time. its really ur loss u know. but im sure u think otherwise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think timbre is reali growing on me. and it just might turn out to be my fav hang out place every fri. or it may already have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zouk at 1 am with justin. i gotta say its been ages since i reali enjoyed clubbing. and im glad it was with jane - my fav girl and clubbing buddy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050605917298771810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RhdbUpEUR2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0AiFCfeSNMc/s320/CIMG0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;love ya babe!! cant wait for the month of may.... where hopefully we'll have more clubbing sessions to look forward to!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050606544363997042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/Rhdb5JEUR3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8bDCTxjnAyM/s320/CIMG0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. ok ur head looks smaller now. hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5477522245013299424?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5477522245013299424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5477522245013299424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5477522245013299424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5477522245013299424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/timbre-and-zouk-with-my-best-gal-pal.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RhdbUpEUR2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0AiFCfeSNMc/s72-c/CIMG0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-9204943435170021530</id><published>2007-04-06T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:54:30.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a blog entry dedicated to a could-have-been-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i could have had a more exciting and interesting life.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have someone constantly msging me.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have someone to talk to when i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have had my own chauffeur.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have not need to squeeze on the jam-packed train.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have known Ngak.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have introduced Ngak to Jane.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have known Clement (my cute bassist).&lt;br /&gt;- i could have known Timmy.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have known Mr Chan.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have known the other Mr Chan.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have gotten free movie tickets to Mr Chan's movie premiers.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have appeared in Singapore and Hong Kong tabloids.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have paparazzi following me around.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have Timmy playing at my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;- i could have introduced both Mr Chans to my closest frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but................................ come to think of it, if i've known Clement, the list from then on would have been different... if u know what i mean. hee heee. ANYWAY,  i got a bit carried away coming up with the list. so pardon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-9204943435170021530?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9204943435170021530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=9204943435170021530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/9204943435170021530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/9204943435170021530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-blog-entry-dedicated-to-could.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-802600271333727654</id><published>2007-04-01T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:50:27.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with a simple sms from mita, i was out with her an hour later. all becoz she felt bad for neglecting us on fri nite when jx and i went down to winebar for her. so anyway we went to timbre at 730pm and it looked totally empty from the entrance. and i started laughing so loud coz i tot it wasnt opened. until mita approached one of the waiters and he gave her tat of-coz-we're-opened look. hahah sorry for the embarrassment eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Timmy was playing last nite. yes jane... ur fav, hot lead singer, Ngak, was performing with his exaggerating performance antics AGAIN. and also my cute bassist, whom mita agrees is cute too! CUTEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go further... let me mention that mita knows Danny, who's the boss of timbre.... all these connections come with u working in the media industry, and of coz her gorgeous looks. and then jackie chan's son was there. i was jus about to tell jx and mita that there's this guy who looked like jackie chan's son when Danny told us he IS him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later in the night, just when we're about to leave, Danny came over and told us about JC Chan, and from then on, mita was scolding me for not wanting to go over and say hi. i would if it was the bassist... hahahah ok im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the funny part. in the cab on the way home, mita had her imagination gone wild. and i reali meant it! she's CRAZY. she insisted tat i turned mr chan down when we had no contact at all! ZERO. and she was blabbering tat i could have been mrs chan, and at my wedding Jackie Chan would be there, and i'll get Timmy to play at the wedding.. hahahaha. dun worry, i'll definitely invite u to my wedding... u'll be one of my bridesmaid. and u'll be partnering Danny. whahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe the things we talk abt. but i still love u girl! muacksss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-802600271333727654?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/802600271333727654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=802600271333727654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/802600271333727654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/802600271333727654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-simple-sms-from-mita-i-was-out.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-540978385269631019</id><published>2007-03-27T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:27.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046434799763445762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RgiJtpYR2AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5ltIVvCgCZY/s320/stolen+tear.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;stolen tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046435087526254610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RgiJ-ZYR2BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BNGCxM0Sv3E/s320/ee75958c27a14731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-540978385269631019?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/540978385269631019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=540978385269631019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/540978385269631019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/540978385269631019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/stolen-tear.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RgiJtpYR2AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5ltIVvCgCZY/s72-c/stolen+tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-5207952151758027790</id><published>2007-03-27T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:27.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RgiGV5YR19I/AAAAAAAAAEg/yW4IgJ3a-Zo/s1600-h/0efe1630fca5030f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046431093206669266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RgiGV5YR19I/AAAAAAAAAEg/yW4IgJ3a-Zo/s320/0efe1630fca5030f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046431290775164898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RgiGhZYR1-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/nqsRim9NxKs/s320/kiss+me+love+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kiss me. love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046431758926600178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RgiG8pYR1_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/sVRfR-eubrA/s320/331b242d6b715d8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5207952151758027790?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5207952151758027790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5207952151758027790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5207952151758027790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5207952151758027790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RgiGV5YR19I/AAAAAAAAAEg/yW4IgJ3a-Zo/s72-c/0efe1630fca5030f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-13978478087689164</id><published>2007-03-22T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:52:21.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i havent been updating... but that's becoz there's nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days are mainly devoted to work, and hmmm... jogging? haha trying to shed some pounds here u see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to timbre last friday. not bad music. though the lead singer's performance was abit weird at times. Timmy's the band tat nite. personally i prefer the bassist (good voice) and the electric guitarist. think im kinda hooked to tat place alr. so if u guys wanna meet, pls bring me to timbre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i may appear to be indifferent. but i have feelings too. u may not mean what u say (or maybe u do), but whatever it is, it can hurt&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sometimes too. and i dun like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-13978478087689164?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/13978478087689164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=13978478087689164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/13978478087689164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/13978478087689164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-897461927576547290</id><published>2007-03-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:14:04.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is not a date unless i say it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-897461927576547290?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/897461927576547290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=897461927576547290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/897461927576547290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/897461927576547290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-not-date-unless-i-say-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-6487665201923204661</id><published>2007-02-27T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:56:18.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had been meaning to post this up... but hadnt had the opportunity. and since i've got some free time on hand... here's the conversation i had with vimita mohandez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: mita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;: me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:36] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cal me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:36] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wanna c if my fone workin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:37] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fasterrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:37] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i called alr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:37] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:37] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;straight to mailbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:37] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no ringing tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:37] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW COME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:37] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOW I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:37] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;try again plssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:38] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;same thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:38] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:38] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:38] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;reali canot leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:38] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u asked someone to call u juz now also is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:39] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:39] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;line jam la!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:39] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;call at the sametime is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:39] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;damn cock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:39] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:39] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:39] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ahhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:39] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im damn cock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:40] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:40] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;got ring anot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:40] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i hanged up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[16:40] &lt;em&gt;I don't need noone to tell me about heaven&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i missed u la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:40] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;damn retarded laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:40] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wah lauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:41] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im gonna save this conversation and blog abt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[16:41] &lt;em&gt;miss zhou&lt;/em&gt;.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u're a retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-6487665201923204661?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6487665201923204661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=6487665201923204661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6487665201923204661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6487665201923204661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/had-been-meaning-to-post-this-up.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-6910776193151974065</id><published>2007-02-24T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:37:01.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time like this tat makes me depressed all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-6910776193151974065?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6910776193151974065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=6910776193151974065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6910776193151974065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6910776193151974065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-time-like-this-tat-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-6139945707025472214</id><published>2007-02-22T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:34:15.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can we stop playing pretend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna play this game anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-6139945707025472214?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6139945707025472214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=6139945707025472214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6139945707025472214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6139945707025472214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-we-stop-playing-pretend-i-dun-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-8599619809286502086</id><published>2007-02-22T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T12:21:20.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remind me to think twice about clubbing during midweek next time. becoz right at this moment, i feel like shit and lethargic and i just wanna sit in the toilet and puke. i can so smell the alcohol in my mouth. think im gonna force myself to puke later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zouk/phuture was freaking crowded. i swear the whole smu was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH TAN! so sorry we didnt go out and meet uuuuuuuu. hope u had fun drinking with ur frens anyway. we were too caught up with drinks and boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babe... if u're reading this, i do hope for the best for u. jus follow ur heart and watever u think is right for u. and know for sure i'm always here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so u know.. jx strongly believes he's a player. i quote "He's a player. damn dangerous." hahaha. u better be careful. good looks can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYERS CAN GO SUCK  IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gonna puke now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-8599619809286502086?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8599619809286502086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=8599619809286502086' title='0 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emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo. emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sis (who's in Chennai now).&lt;br /&gt;i miss my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;i miss u,&lt;br /&gt;u,&lt;br /&gt;u,&lt;br /&gt;u,&lt;br /&gt;and u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-5754679214813620046?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5754679214813620046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=5754679214813620046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5754679214813620046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/5754679214813620046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/emo.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7999399033975569061</id><published>2007-02-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:42:19.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my weight is giving me problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my menses' coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7999399033975569061?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7999399033975569061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7999399033975569061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7999399033975569061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7999399033975569061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-weight-is-giving-me-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7477045296748664506</id><published>2007-02-07T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:42:19.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after listening to lau's band played for the first time, i finally understood y everyone kept asking lau to change their lead singer. hahaa big mouth, exaggerated facial expressions and spasm-like hand gestures. but i have to give him credits for his voice... we all agreed tat if we listened to the band with our eyes closed, somehow everything sounds so much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st had bought donuts from Donut Factory and waited 5 freaking hrs for it... all these just to surprise the gf. so sweeeet!!! just as i was telling him i wanted the donuts too, he told me veri coldly to call and order myself. wat an idiot. dun be so double standard la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys shld learn to be nice to both their gfs as well as their female frens. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to zouk later tat nite with my colleagues. just as i was craving for some donuts, ss told me they queued 3 hrs for the donuts earlier tat day and were waiting for me and lijun to reach to finish up the donuts before they could enter. haah imagine the 3 of them sitting on the bench in their working attires with a box of donuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway speaking of ss.... stop saying im a pangseh queen!! we're even now.... after u left us for we-know-who tat nite. still dare to say we left without telling him when his stupid phone died and he was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna babe.... thanks for ur concern! hopefully we can meet up this week with mita and jx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7477045296748664506?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7477045296748664506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7477045296748664506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7477045296748664506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7477045296748664506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-listening-to-laus-band-played-for.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-2398275737922508509</id><published>2007-01-31T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:57:24.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Havent had the time to update my blog due to work and partly due to the lack of interesting happenings in my life. how sad. anyway im currently blogging on my laptop, not on blogger itself..but on a notepad. my senior and my A2 are gossiping some other senior colleagues at this veri moment, and i haf absolutely no clue who they are. haha i jus unplugged my earphones and heard them talking about my senior from another job. yes this is wat we all do in the tiny room, apart from work of coz...somehow time passes faster this way. anyway this is gonna be a uber long postcoz im trying to blog everything at one go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so.. a little update. met lau and to on saturday nite at holland v for some drinks and a boring and sloooooooooow soccer match... anyway local soccer match sucks. period. but the ice cream delights totally made up for it! im a sucker for haagen daz macadamium nut and summer berries and cream. *hint hint*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had dim sum breakfast buffet on sunday morning, coutesy of my dearest sistaaa. ordered a wee bit too much. but food wasnt tat fantastic. contradicting rite... food not good but still order so much. i also duno y.. ask my sis. location was abit off - with the entrance facingthe carpark. the restaurant was located at one of the floors of the multi-storey carpark.its called Dragon sth sth restaurant. no good. dun try. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh oh! i finally stepped into Vivocity for the very first time on sunday!! yes yes.. veri slowand suaku. whatever. but it was such a disappointment. dun understand wats the hype about.town wins hands down anytime la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok tat pretty much sums up my weekends. oh not forgetting i won money from mj-ing with my siblings and mum. whahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;current week happenings.been working till 11pm everyday so far. veri tired. my plan to wake up early for a morning jog failed to be executed as a result. ya ya... luff all u want. but at least give me creditsfor wanting to do so!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my dear fren lau's having a gig this friday at esplanade. hopefully i can get to leave work early, had alr missed his gig at Little India previously. anyway if u guys are free, do dropby esplanade, 7.30pm. his band is called Leftover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;dreamt of my grandma last week. or so i tot. in my dream, i recognised her, but my sis told meits not her, just someone who looks like her. and i broke down immediately. my bro too. i woke up tearing too. she hasnt appeared in any of our dreams since the funeral itself. i realli miss her alot. i miss seeing her sitting at the sofa everytime i got home. i miss holding her hands. i miss her nagging. its onli until she's gone that i finally understand the phrase "u'll only appreciate things/people when they're gone".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;been rather emo these few days. thought about certain things that have happened. why ithappened? how it happened? how one behaves the way this way and not be emotionallyattached for the least bit? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he who does not read this is missed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its 4.06pm now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 more hours to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;it's 9.35pm now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my manager said to knock off at 10 today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which means 25 mins more!! yippie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reach home early then can haf an early night. and a higher probability of waking up early for a morning jog. hahahaa. lets see how the weather's like tonite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;had mac's for dinner. damn full. damn fat. need a jog badly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway just asked my snr if i can leave work early on friday for lau's gig... approved! and no question asked. heh.&lt;/p&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;its freaking cold rite now. and im freezing!!! looks like jogging in the morning is not meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-2398275737922508509?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2398275737922508509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=2398275737922508509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2398275737922508509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/2398275737922508509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/havent-had-time-to-update-my-blog-due.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7243227862501941171</id><published>2007-01-22T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:32:19.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taking a 15-hr nap doesnt reali help at this time, esp when i have work tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it was meant to be a short nap. but i guess waking up on sat morning to work doesnt reali help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jurong job for 5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no cabs in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody stingy company trying to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means 1 hr wasted every single morning, with a numb butt frm the long train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint liking it veri much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning for europe after the peak period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am bent on going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am super bad and stupid on planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i need a man to do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan my boat-rowing-under-the-bridge experience this year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may/june/july?!???!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7243227862501941171?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7243227862501941171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7243227862501941171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7243227862501941171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7243227862501941171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/taking-15-hr-nap-doesnt-reali-help-at.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7179368286490779479</id><published>2007-01-20T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:38:06.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally caught Blood Diamond last niteee! had wanted to watch the 10pm show but apparently lijun's online booking did not get processed. so we decided on the 1am slot instead. as we had 3 hrs to kill,  we took a bus to holland v to satisfy my walas craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we pampered ourselves with haagen daaz ice cream and wafflessss. then we hoped over to walas for a quick drink. didnt plan to go up for the live band but because the manager was serving us... we jus winked winked abit and flashed our big toothy smiles... and we got up without having to queue! whahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.I.C. was playing! but without the indian though. so it wasnt TAT good last nite. but then again, as some of u might know... who Jack reminds me offfffff. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barely half an hour upstairs, and we had to rush off to catch our movie. like lijun said, we reali "chiong-ed" last nite. in another sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food was good. drink was good. cute dude. good company. great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to the hall peeps for not turning up. but i know u guys had alot fun! but not to worry... coz be damn sure u guys will see me in the weeks to come!!! =P save a space for meeeeee! *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7179368286490779479?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7179368286490779479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7179368286490779479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7179368286490779479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7179368286490779479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-caught-blood-diamond-last.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-6920604093752704310</id><published>2007-01-12T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:25:47.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much exciting in my life this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tmr when the kookoos meet up for kiat's bdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ccy wanna meet me tmr. whahaha~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am working at amk area for my current client. wheeeee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can wake up at 8 plus everyday. yeahhhhh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been eating quite abit of salad.. trying to lose some weight. wahhhhh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got informed that the client keeps track of the websites we visit. dieeee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am craving for waffles veri veri badly. boohooo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a rather retarded post. woooo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok byeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-6920604093752704310?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6920604093752704310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=6920604093752704310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6920604093752704310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/6920604093752704310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothing-much-exciting-in-my-life-this.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-4652321478308971861</id><published>2007-01-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:28.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My BABY's HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the brown package.......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016178391416187618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RZ0Lq45aKuI/AAAAAAAAADw/zyriNRBTczg/s320/CIMG0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the baby.........&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016178872452524786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RZ0MG45aKvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/GtGOcQgFXcw/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my baby!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016179336308992770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RZ0Mh45aKwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/W4QIZtnGbAM/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my precious.... MINE!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016180186712517394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RZ0NTY5aKxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1p3B2ZyAI-8/s320/CIMG0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-4652321478308971861?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4652321478308971861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=4652321478308971861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4652321478308971861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/4652321478308971861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-babys-here-brown-package.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RZ0Lq45aKuI/AAAAAAAAADw/zyriNRBTczg/s72-c/CIMG0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7145169189546170877</id><published>2007-01-04T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:42:45.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 4.11pm now.. and im at the client's place doing absolutely nothing. we've all finished our parts much earlier than expected and now we're left slacking at our seats. not tat im complaining... i've surfed net, watched youtube, watched 2 episodes of House and here i am blogging. damn slack right! i cant quite believe it myself either. i think this is the so-called "the calm before the storm"... just before the peak starts next week. one and a half hrs more and i can go home alrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jc pals are planning to go st james tonite. but i dun feel like going........ nt tat i dun wanna meet them. its like our veri first clubbing session ever since prom nite. thats like 5 yrs alr! gosh. so anyway, faizal jus msg me asking to confirm attendance... i dun quite know how to reply! im just not in the mood to club and drink (surprise!) coz the booze is making me damn fat!:(   HOWWWWW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis just left for France on tues... i miss her alr!!!!!!!!!! she'll only be back on the 19th....... i wanna die. nobody to talk to. canot slp at nite. i need my sisterrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really dependent on my sis, ever since.... forever. her opinions matter alot to me except at times when her opinions totally suck. she knows it and she can be realli manipulative abt it! damn jian. so anyway, becoz of how dependent i am on her, i came up with this plan whereby when she gets married and gets her own place, she'll have to save a room for me to move in! of coz that is only MY plan. i clearly remembered her agreeing but apparently, now she's in denial. and as for my mum, she STRONGLY OBJECTS to this perfect plan of mine. i dun see wats wrong wat........... ok think i digress. i hope she returns home sooooooon! and brings back nice prezzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ipod just arrived this afternn!! damn broke but im happy!! the most expensive gift for myself. ok im having difficulties trying to post a pic of the ipod. nm, tonite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here to announce my diet starts today!!!! *cross fingers* hopefully i can lose some weight before cny. so fat. damn fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i need to go peee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7145169189546170877?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7145169189546170877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7145169189546170877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7145169189546170877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7145169189546170877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-4.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-36148664975113556</id><published>2007-01-03T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T10:05:53.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something is wrong with my tagboard!!!! i cant see my tagboard!! booohoohoooo. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-36148664975113556?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/36148664975113556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=36148664975113556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/36148664975113556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/36148664975113556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-is-wrong-with-my-tagboard-i.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25523171.post-7486537485918462273</id><published>2007-01-02T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:08:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR peeps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year celebration has been the happiest one so far!! everyone had initially planned for dinner at phua's place and spend the countdown at his place. but barely an hour at his place.. they'd decided to go down to zouk. many of u might nt know, but im nt reali into clubbing during festive seasons coz its a waste of time and waste of money! but wat else to do when all ur frens wanna go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true enough... the ticket cost $38!! blood suckers. anyway the countdown was spent at the phuture stairs. yes veri pathetic. hearing all the poppers went off in the club and everyone screaming past us at the stroke of midnite. while the 4 of us stood there embracing the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the steep entry fee deterred all the young punks frm the club, which explains the ample space for dancing. numerous bottles of martels, housepours and sex on the beach courtesy of jane and trini!! which got me high enuff to get through new year in a veri happy mood! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours straight of dancing to super good music and remixes, where all the guys were all shacked out. damm weak. at the end of the night there were only 10 of us left but one of our dear frens decided to pangseh us the moment he got a cab!! had wanted to eat bak kut teh but it was closed and we were left stranded by the road for quite a while where i treated everyone with a long dose of my terrible voice. hahaha &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015620861711493842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RZsQmY5aKtI/AAAAAAAAADc/99WmCJFwaKE/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015620526704044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RZsQS45aKsI/AAAAAAAAADU/1a-6OpyN9tE/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so u know, we sat by the roadside till 7 plus in the morning while trying to get cabs. everyone was shacked out by then and it was a pretty pathetic sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart frm the mini weird incidents, i guess this was the best new year celebration ever!! i hope this would be a smoother and happier year for me and my family!! and everyone too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25523171-7486537485918462273?l=dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7486537485918462273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25523171&amp;postID=7486537485918462273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7486537485918462273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25523171/posts/default/7486537485918462273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumdeedoodoo.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-peeps-my-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>miss zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08963434410486948444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/SFCOmSywtOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bIKWeQgiUlM/S220/CIMG3719.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXNnx4489Vc/RZsQmY5aKtI/AAAAAAAAADc/99WmCJFwaKE/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
