<?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-5648704</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:27:14.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're nobody until you're talked about.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>536</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-3011774745785339077</id><published>2010-05-31T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:42:15.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally an honours student (:</title><summary type='text'>so the results came out today!not as fantastic as i would have loved it.but considering i didn't study and how slack i was this whole sem,i think my grades are quite good!its a good start to a blue mondaycos after 6sems, i can proudly say i'm an HONOURS student.it sucked last time cos im taking a direct honours course yet im stuck at 3rd class.and everyone knows 3rd class is as good as getting a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3011774745785339077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=3011774745785339077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3011774745785339077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3011774745785339077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-honours-student.html' title='finally an honours student (:'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4497674830290196584</id><published>2010-05-26T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:35:23.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attacked by the sick bug</title><summary type='text'>this is the longest time that i've been sick!its about 10days since i last felt healthy =(been down with cough, flu, sore throat, slight fever and the occasional hardened phlegm!damn disgusting.and my throat got so bad that on fri, my voice started to turn hoarse, then husky, then manly and finally airy.now its manly and husky again. AND ITS WEDNESDAY ALR.my voice is so low that:1. everyone is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4497674830290196584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4497674830290196584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4497674830290196584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4497674830290196584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/attacked-by-sick-bug.html' title='attacked by the sick bug'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6346131986119888197</id><published>2010-05-19T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:14:54.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my internship!</title><summary type='text'>it's only three days into my internship and i think i kinda love it ahahs day 1 was crap cos we had nothing to do. but at least the bosses and colleagues were super nice!plus, my fellow coursemate/intern, weijie and i have our own room with our own comps with internet while the rest of the colleagues work in the general area. hahas!day 2 - we decided to be more proactive this time. so we tagged </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6346131986119888197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6346131986119888197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6346131986119888197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6346131986119888197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-my-internship.html' title='i love my internship!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4289389927_7b24c2a38d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-1554636542376553069</id><published>2010-05-17T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:07:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of internship</title><summary type='text'>it's been a LONGGG time since the last time i updated.i didn't think i'd ever update this blog if i had some job to do.but nope!1st day of internship and the supervisor is not around.what a waste of a day and brain cells =(1 more hour left!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1554636542376553069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1554636542376553069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1554636542376553069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1554636542376553069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-day-of-internship.html' title='1st day of internship'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-328572131556068320</id><published>2009-03-31T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:14:52.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye SFT9660J, hello SJP5606S!</title><summary type='text'>bye SFT9660J, you have served us well for the past three over years.you were the first car i drove eversince i got my license.the first car i got into many silly and near death accidents in.like the carpark accidents (one at home, another in boon lay)the stupid langa into the blue subaru at sembawang (thankfully, nothing happened. only my car plate dented hahas)and the near death accident at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/328572131556068320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=328572131556068320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/328572131556068320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/328572131556068320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-sft9660j-hello-sjp5605s.html' title='bye SFT9660J, hello SJP5606S!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SdIhD5mu4gI/AAAAAAAAA84/5vkF9PmF450/s72-c/P1060971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4673602135365845466</id><published>2009-03-15T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:19:53.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stats overload.</title><summary type='text'>i know i said i'd update as much as i can but i've just been swarmed with endless projects! and i have a midterm test on research methods tmr.AND I'M DYING!i just spent the whole day looking at stats formulas.TQAO, parametric, non parametric testing.least square fit, variance, standard deviation, z test, t test, chi square, f-value, critical values, p-value, sig. level, wilcoxon-signed rank, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4673602135365845466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4673602135365845466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4673602135365845466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4673602135365845466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/stats-overload.html' title='stats overload.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-3883931324049001297</id><published>2009-02-19T16:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:25:42.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines09</title><summary type='text'>for vday this year, all i got for small face was a really cute customised panda keychain. and the panda is super puny and cutee!just to compare the size.. thats how small the panda is!and to get an upclose shot of the panda,.. and the panda's butt.. CUTE RIGHT! small face surprised me (cos he told me he wasn't going to get anything) with a rose and a drawing he did of me. he got angry when i made</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3883931324049001297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=3883931324049001297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3883931324049001297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3883931324049001297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines09.html' title='valentines09'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SZ0bVupuKtI/AAAAAAAAA8A/vSQflminALU/s72-c/14-02-09+Vday+Present+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2693801744899585830</id><published>2009-02-11T18:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:35:18.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new gwees!</title><summary type='text'>i actually blogged this last week. but blogger had to be a total bitch and screwed up the autosave. so after wasting time blogging for an hour plus, i'm left with this - a half saved post. BAH. and if you're still interested in a barely there post, there you have it..the last time i attended a wedding was X number of years ago. and if my memory serves me well, the last wedding i attended was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2693801744899585830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2693801744899585830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2693801744899585830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2693801744899585830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-gwees.html' title='the new gwees!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SZKlThjWCkI/AAAAAAAAA6w/iJ9ec6n6rX4/s72-c/n685810216_5760698_4991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-558491566253290354</id><published>2009-02-09T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:46:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooooters!</title><summary type='text'>so yes i know this post is quite overdued considering we celebrated kel's bday on jan 29. but better late than never!since the rest were busy with stuff, it was only birthday girl, aroon and me. it took a 15mins msn conversation for us to finally get settled on hoooters. i think i can safely say the three of us were quite excited to step into the land of tight singlets with bursting boobies and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/558491566253290354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=558491566253290354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/558491566253290354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/558491566253290354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/hooooters.html' title='hooooters!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SYgfXOz801I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/_zxFUBpBBxg/s72-c/P1060400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6272900703987947548</id><published>2009-02-05T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:45:42.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afternoon at labrador park.</title><summary type='text'>gosh, i've got so many things to update and i don't know where to start! but i've been really reaally swarmed with projects, our 1st birthday event and mandy's wedding!about our (kel and i) first biz deal! we're helping this girl from my course plan her 21st! very exciting cos its the first time we're charging for our services and working with pple outside our social circle. so exciting i wanna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6272900703987947548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6272900703987947548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6272900703987947548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6272900703987947548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/labrador-park.html' title='afternoon at labrador park.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SYnGLpCPuoI/AAAAAAAAA4A/cM6gwg4FXGM/s72-c/P1060554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6287692654242908132</id><published>2009-01-25T21:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:28:02.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the chinese new year feverrr.</title><summary type='text'>i always love chinese new year! for the excuse of getting new clothes and receiving ang baos!not forgetting, a break from skoool.so to feel more CNY-ish, small face and i decided to go visit chinatown to squeeze with the rest of the smelly sweaty people - so it feels more like new year. and as expected, the place was packed like sardines.. and people smelt like sardines and felt like sardines </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6287692654242908132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6287692654242908132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6287692654242908132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6287692654242908132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-feverrr.html' title='the chinese new year feverrr.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SXxtDmoyFzI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/boPEIsHh7cs/s72-c/P1060313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6809151104286085808</id><published>2009-01-20T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:35:55.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while browsing through the pictures in my computer..</title><summary type='text'>i realise i have albums after albums of my friends and small face but it is so hard to even find more than 2 family albums for each year. a point to note: i arrange my albums into years then months and each individual outing in one album each. Plus, i have all these albums dating from 2005. (GEEK!)i was actually searching hard for decent family pictures or a decent pictures of my parents to send </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6809151104286085808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6809151104286085808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6809151104286085808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6809151104286085808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-browsing-through-pictures-in-my.html' title='while browsing through the pictures in my computer..'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SXVei4IzDJI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/fSFQuBRNDrg/s72-c/n583902903_879135_7582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-5496369310930310059</id><published>2009-01-19T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:55:27.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no school tmr! (:</title><summary type='text'>yes! tutorial balloting results just came out, and i got all my first choices (: no school on tuesday and tuts only on alternate weeks! yaynesssanyway, my mum kept nagging for us (pet and i) to springclean our rooms for CNY. so yesterday, we each took the whole afternoon to clean our own rooms. and i feel so accomplished cos i cleaned the underneath of my bed, vacuumed my toys, cleared my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5496369310930310059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=5496369310930310059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5496369310930310059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5496369310930310059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-school-tmr.html' title='no school tmr! (:'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SXSR5kmn5XI/AAAAAAAAAzo/_aLElBuyKK0/s72-c/P1060290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7285805354852632633</id><published>2009-01-19T18:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:35:04.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my small shirt bunny (:</title><summary type='text'>WARNING: SUPER LONG POST. READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE TIMEi think i'm getting old, cos i can't really seem to rmb what i did last week. so i shall just blog stuff i can rmb..thursdayyjodi came to meet small face, weiwen and i at vivo to shop. that was when jodi decided to buy formal clothes for his work.. i think we spent a good hour plus at TANGS shopping for a shirt, pants and bag.this was why we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7285805354852632633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=7285805354852632633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7285805354852632633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7285805354852632633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-small-shirt-bunny.html' title='my small shirt bunny (:'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SXRdDBd_uWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/j7ceChP1u2o/s72-c/P1060255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-3657154095153125214</id><published>2009-01-13T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:32:22.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running against the wind is a bad idea</title><summary type='text'>so school has officially started, i'm at semester 4 now though! fast fast (:anyways, i think i'm not fated to get any new clothes for CNY.i went shopping with nicole on friday at vivo.. NOTHING.i went shopping with kel at bugis today.. NOTHING.and i didn't even shop during the december holidays!that's it, i guess i'm stuck with all my old clothes sighhsomemore all my old clothes look about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3657154095153125214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=3657154095153125214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3657154095153125214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3657154095153125214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/running-against-wind-is-bad-idea.html' title='running against the wind is a bad idea'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SWywmJczrdI/AAAAAAAAAyY/CEn3DGSagbg/s72-c/13-11-08+Stuffed+Bao+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6448191220677701716</id><published>2009-01-09T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:10:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frying our FIRST cheezy sausage omelette!</title><summary type='text'>he was hungry and i needed to satisfy my cheesy ham omelette craving (cos i saw jill eating it for supper). but mama had no ham or cheese at home so i had to walk out to buy and make do with sausages instead. so anyways, proof of our work! firstly, preparing! beating the egg    chopping the sausages into mini bits slave at work i let small face fry his omelette first.. picture of him putting the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6448191220677701716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6448191220677701716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6448191220677701716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6448191220677701716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/frying-our-first-cheezy-sausage.html' title='frying our FIRST cheezy sausage omelette!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SWde9O0hYkI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ycUHXNwJyR0/s72-c/P1060191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-8180408301013485416</id><published>2009-01-08T18:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:14:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who?</title><summary type='text'>kel was away in jakarta for the december holidays and she got me pinkish-purplish strawberry boxers for xmas which looks really really cutee!i tried wearing them a couple of days back but the new boxers felt a little uncomfortable so i swapped the new boxers for my old ones with sexy legs person in picture below.don't you just wish you had that perky ass and long legs!and no prizes if you get it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8180408301013485416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=8180408301013485416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8180408301013485416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8180408301013485416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-who.html' title='guess who?'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SWXa3_1h9kI/AAAAAAAAAwA/qBONrTT7g50/s72-c/P1060114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7505061748602134165</id><published>2009-01-06T02:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:56:36.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you put 3 girls in a party shop and the kids section at ikea..</title><summary type='text'>this is what you get:AT THE PARTY SHOP1. ladybug girls! our mission is to eat as many leaves as possible to save ourselves!  left to right: satisfied with eating leaves, happy with eating leaves, sad with eating leaves (cos she's a carnivore)2. aspiring superheroes!  left to right: pink ranger in blue, act cute sailormoon, confused yellow rangerAT IKEA'S KIDS SECTION3. flowerpot fashionistaswe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7505061748602134165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=7505061748602134165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7505061748602134165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7505061748602134165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-put-3-girls-in-party-shop-or.html' title='when you put 3 girls in a party shop and the kids section at ikea..'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SWJPDda2rBI/AAAAAAAAAvA/dFVJ72_V3us/s72-c/P1060087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-5580827361434525558</id><published>2009-01-03T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:21:40.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how time flies.</title><summary type='text'>why does it feel that with every year that passes, time seems to fly even faster?i spent my last moments of 2008 at T3's Popeyes, and the first few minutes of 2009 running to catch the last bus back to yishun. (which explains the sad face in the picture).anyhoos, i've been neglecting this space for tooo long!therefore i, tan min min stefanie, promise to blog at least once a week (i hope) if not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5580827361434525558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=5580827361434525558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5580827361434525558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5580827361434525558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-time-flies.html' title='how time flies.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SV8DHCgrRII/AAAAAAAAAuI/RJzNyHPP5Eg/s72-c/P1060081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-494223462534491611</id><published>2008-09-26T12:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:54:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want for my twenty first</title><summary type='text'>.. is for you all to be there! (:but of course if you feel thats not enough,here's what i want:1. gucci/dior/chanel wallet (kel and the gang are getting it for me!)2. ipod nano3. psp4. handbag/bag - as long as it looks nice!5. tiffany &amp; co necklace/charm bracelethahhas but its really up to you, i don't mind no presents! i only want your presence</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/494223462534491611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=494223462534491611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/494223462534491611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/494223462534491611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-i-want-for-my-twenty-first.html' title='all i want for my twenty first'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/SNxmekfROXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZSlkdp4kpaM/s72-c/blog_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6805165041563891606</id><published>2008-07-31T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:04:11.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE 3.</title><summary type='text'>temporary job stint at investment company, CAC at raffles city tower.     the view was SUPER GOOD. i could see the singapore flyer, fort canning park, chinatown, the whole of raffles place, esplande bridge, and even the IR. the only downside to it was that even though my job was only 10 days long, i had to travel down to india embassy for some attestation of documents. GOSH. i don't even know how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6805165041563891606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6805165041563891606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6805165041563891606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6805165041563891606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-3.html' title='JUNE 3.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/mizstefi/SJE7v872wQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/UznJzKAwfhc/s72-c/27052008118_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2317593328899644161</id><published>2008-07-26T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:11:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE 1</title><summary type='text'>JUNE - i think about 75% of my time was spent on sports camp precamp and meetings. the rest of it was spent on small gatherings with the girls and the boyfriend.     Sports Camp 08 - Pre Camp  Pre Camp was only 3 days but it was super intense la. 1st day was pool games in the morning, station games in the afternoon, mass dance and fright night in the evening then with prolly about 3 hours of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2317593328899644161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2317593328899644161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2317593328899644161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2317593328899644161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-weren-there-here-what-you-missed_7843.html' title='JUNE 1'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/mizstefi/SIradGF8R2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ry-A3bW7l70/s72-c/P1030848_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-9015352076338814703</id><published>2008-07-26T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:12:01.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNE 2</title><summary type='text'>Pre Camp Day 2!  Waking the sleeping beauties up.        Beach Games!                        Night cycling!          Our super shagged selves - ECP after night cycling for 6 hours     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9015352076338814703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=9015352076338814703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/9015352076338814703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/9015352076338814703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-weren-there-here-what-you-missed_5437.html' title='JUNE 2'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/mizstefi/SIrXHtr7vAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/TB3cqVn1xkw/s72-c/IMG_1169_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-8503685626260781359</id><published>2008-07-26T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:11:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WU YUE</title><summary type='text'>prolly the most stagnant month cos i had exams. the only events i had after that were just meetings for sports camp.  anyhoos, we still had our usual monthly. this time was lunch at shokudo.            look at his SMALL FACE. gosh.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8503685626260781359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=8503685626260781359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8503685626260781359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8503685626260781359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-weren-there-here-what-you-missed_26.html' title='WU YUE'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/mizstefi/SIrLhJO_nqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6F8pjFdogW8/s72-c/20052008107_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-274023840771840819</id><published>2008-07-26T14:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:33:06.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you weren't there, here's what you missed out. APRIL</title><summary type='text'>with my goldfish memory, there's really not much i can remember. so here's a quick peek of what's been happening.   (i) daddy's birthday at yhing thai and fish &amp; co          * no pictures of me cos i look too unglam ahahs  (ii) our monthly dinner, april was pump room then kbox. was suppose to go try GX5 but too ex.      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/274023840771840819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=274023840771840819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/274023840771840819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/274023840771840819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-weren-there-here-what-you-missed.html' title='if you weren&amp;#39;t there, here&amp;#39;s what you missed out. APRIL'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/mizstefi/SIrJKKE73GI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xE5Nv5CmjBo/s72-c/P1020868_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-212056078314976303</id><published>2008-05-30T08:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:06:08.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i couldn't get any more blur.</title><summary type='text'>it's eight in the morning and i'm barely awake.but i sprung out of bed 15 mins ago from a nightmare i had about my exam results.the nightmare was about me checking my results and i thought i scored 2 A distinctions only to find out that those were the scores of the top scorers. and in actual fact, all i had scored were Ns (whatever score that is, i have no idea. i think it means i scored really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/212056078314976303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=212056078314976303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/212056078314976303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/212056078314976303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-couldnt-get-any-more-blur.html' title='i couldn&apos;t get any more blur.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6227096994613749484</id><published>2008-05-06T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:27:43.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was not expecting this, but..</title><summary type='text'> I GOT INTO SPORTS CAMP! (:whoever said you need to be sporty just to be sports camp ogl can go kiss my deformed toe (which by the way, was bleeding this afternoon - super gross)aye, last paper tomorrow! can't wait can't wait!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6227096994613749484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6227096994613749484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6227096994613749484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6227096994613749484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-can-almost-taste-air-of-sweet.html' title='i was not expecting this, but..'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-1525227262827076473</id><published>2008-05-03T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:47:12.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam fever.</title><summary type='text'>sheet. i still got 2 more papers left - econs and film art.but as usual, i'm slacking like hell cos econs is just mcq.and film art is open book! oh, the joy.yaaay! i'm so happy that 7/5 is that much closer (:although i would be even happier if my boyfriend wasn't stuck in some ulu godforesaken place in malaysia for some army exercise from the 4th till the 15th for that lousy month of m_y.and i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1525227262827076473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1525227262827076473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1525227262827076473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1525227262827076473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/05/exam-fever.html' title='exam fever.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-966205428293990115</id><published>2008-04-07T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:35:30.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the BOYS i know: part deux.</title><summary type='text'>hello hello thank you for being so patient. and as promised, ta da! part two of the boys i know..  11. are liars!  in my previous post, i mentioned that the boys i know know how to bake. BUT, it turns out that... *drumroll  them baking = their neighbour's tiramisu + tricking gladys, kel and stef that they actually baked it at 1am.   liars, them all! and to think i praised them as nice boys! tsk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/966205428293990115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=966205428293990115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/966205428293990115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/966205428293990115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/boys-i-know-part-deux.html' title='the BOYS i know: part deux.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-5287127451812283870</id><published>2008-04-06T20:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:32:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman and wonderwoman.</title><summary type='text'>i hope you guys were tickled by jy's singing. i know kel and em sure were hahahsanyhoos, i got some feedback about my blog! (:mly ✿ says: i cannot blog like you manmly ✿ says: hahamly ✿ says: my friend says that you blog like woman magazine. very fascinating and distractingmly ✿ says: cos its cool, interesting and gossipyAND AND, here's more..*mAy 16* says: anywayy stef i saw kok's bday thingie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5287127451812283870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=5287127451812283870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5287127451812283870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5287127451812283870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/superman-and-wonderwoman_06.html' title='superman and wonderwoman.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6905706059622474046</id><published>2008-04-05T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:52:33.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear at your own risk - you've been warned.</title><summary type='text'>sorry for the lack of updates. i'm still in the midst of blogging the BOYS i know: part deux. so do check back once in a while (:       but till then, just to keep you entertained, here's a vid of the boyfriend singing screaming to one of wang li hong's songs. he kinda stopped singing after he realised i was filming hahas.. shy laaa  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6905706059622474046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6905706059622474046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6905706059622474046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6905706059622474046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/04/hear-at-your-own-risk-you-been-warned.html' title='hear at your own risk - you&amp;#39;ve been warned.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-228418679624414786</id><published>2008-03-23T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:24:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the BOYS i know.</title><summary type='text'>1. Never grow up      thats why they say you can take the man out of the boy but you'll never take the boy out of the man. thats aroon and bernard (picture right), both above 20 and still playing like five year old kids.  2. Like to think they are strong.                       3. Have adorable brother(s)/nephew(s)/niece(s).         from left to right: vincent's brother - daryl, kok's nephew - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/228418679624414786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=228418679624414786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/228418679624414786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/228418679624414786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='the BOYS i know.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4114327285242117895</id><published>2008-03-19T15:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:47:02.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain, rain, go away. go away so i can tan!</title><summary type='text'>is it still considered papaya milkshake if you eat 1 whole papaya, followed by 1 cup of milk and then shake your body? aye. don't laugh k. i think it not only tastes better that way, it makes you feel damn full.recently, i've been replacing my chocolate sugar rush with fruit juices and milkshakes - kiwiorange, kiwibanana, strawberrysoursop, strawberrymango and bananamilkshake. they all taste </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4114327285242117895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4114327285242117895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4114327285242117895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4114327285242117895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain-rain-go-away-go-away-so-i-can-tan.html' title='rain, rain, go away. go away so i can tan!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/R-DAd3rUgbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Tk3ZdP78aJo/s72-c/P1020560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7505717525531322595</id><published>2008-03-11T20:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:08:11.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you do if your cookie crumbles?</title><summary type='text'>i'd bake me a new cookie (:if you were an animal, what would you be? and why?a giraffe - so i'd know what it's like to be tall.i signed up for nus sports camp as facilitator! oh my god oh my god! the boy kept laughing cos i don't even look anything like someone who plays sports, let alone be a sports camp facilitator. but hur hur.. don't look down on me k! my two smarts answers on top got me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7505717525531322595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=7505717525531322595' title='5 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-1678550843572757058</id><published>2008-03-05T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:18:58.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black and brown</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1678550843572757058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1678550843572757058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1678550843572757058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1678550843572757058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-and-brown.html' title='black and brown'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2013399263628818425</id><published>2008-03-05T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:18:43.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black and brown (two)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2013399263628818425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2013399263628818425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2013399263628818425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2013399263628818425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-and-brown-two.html' title='black and brown (two)'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-8490678081629185</id><published>2008-03-05T11:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:32:30.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of the puppies.</title><summary type='text'>okay, i'm just going to do one more post! and i'll stop.somewhere during december, my dad kept talking about 5 stray puppies that were wandering in his office. apparently, mama stray dog brings them to his office area to keep them cool in the day. anyways, my dad loves them la. he kept saying how cute the puppies were.. and how he will feed them milo during lunch.so one fine day in december, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8490678081629185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=8490678081629185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8490678081629185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8490678081629185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-memory-of-puppies.html' title='in memory of the puppies.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/R84Y8JLXYeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9ec2ML3fgLA/s72-c/P1010802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4380047728670866376</id><published>2008-03-03T23:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:40:33.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opportunity cost of wasting term break - good grades for econs test.</title><summary type='text'>i basically didn't do anything productive for the whole of term break. the best i did was to watch one econs webcast, attend one project meeting, finish my report, attempt to study with emily at woodlands library and that was it! after that it was just play play play. and i played so much untill my body couldn't take it and i fell sick on sun. hahas i know la.. weak!so here's some of the fun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4380047728670866376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4380047728670866376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4380047728670866376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4380047728670866376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/opportunity-cost-of-wasting-one-time.html' title='opportunity cost of wasting term break - good grades for econs test.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/R8wk2ox63-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ud-tOyA3-OA/s72-c/P1020281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7298596558262948918</id><published>2008-03-03T23:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:29:11.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my surprise valentines &amp; post valentines</title><summary type='text'>valentine's day this year gave me twelve ugly blueblacks!no thanks to the big box of surprises which the boy kelly gavei got fooled by the both of them! i thought kel was so nice cos she offered to meet me for lunch since i had a 3hr break. and when we met, she gave me this super huge and heavy box telling me that a tan jun yuan told her to pass this to me, i was in shock! cos 1, i never expected</summary><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-523558330343317544</id><published>2008-03-03T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:08:18.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>january - you came back. part three!</title><summary type='text'>(iii) kel's treat!kel's birthday part two!when em and i were planning the surprise for kel, we came up with the plan to trick her by convincing her to just treat us to a casual birthday dinner since she wants it simple and low key. being the excellent con-women we are, kel fell for it and so she called pump room to make reservations.anyway, we thought kel would call off the reservations since we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/523558330343317544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=523558330343317544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/523558330343317544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/523558330343317544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/january-you-came-back-part-three.html' title='january - you came back. part three!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/R8wVnIx63rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VSrqjBsZVok/s72-c/P1020165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7181590872238150714</id><published>2008-03-03T22:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:26:31.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>january - you came back. part two!</title><summary type='text'>(ii) kel's surprise twenty firstkel was never and is still not a big fan of birthdays. before her birthday, she even blog-ed about how she didn't want people to make a big deal out of her birthday and everything should be kept low key. but with stef around, how can low key? hahhasso me and em decided to turn a blind eye to kel's blog post and we decided to throw her her surprise 21st at essential</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7181590872238150714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=7181590872238150714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7181590872238150714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7181590872238150714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/january-you-came-back-part-two.html' title='january - you came back. part two!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/R8wRX4x63kI/AAAAAAAAAGY/W47gacHEmSk/s72-c/CIMG2230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-1274794745502329606</id><published>2008-03-03T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:18:33.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>january - you came back.</title><summary type='text'>(i) trip to the zoo!yes yes, very obvious height differenceGRRRR. our toysthe uncanny resemblance! hur hur</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1274794745502329606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1274794745502329606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1274794745502329606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1274794745502329606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/january-you-came-back.html' title='january - you came back.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/R8wFXYx63WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zhz9KrMJ6ko/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6307335139861142827</id><published>2008-03-03T21:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:29:49.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>december was drama drama drama.</title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder if that day never happened.. how would things be like now?(i) our first(ii) christmas with wild empire(iii) kweesmas!(iv) new year's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6307335139861142827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6307335139861142827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6307335139861142827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6307335139861142827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2008/03/december-was-drama-drama-drama.html' title='december was drama drama drama.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/R8wLKIx63hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GegsqLJCivY/s72-c/P1010848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-5367203825993203988</id><published>2008-03-03T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:35:57.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last entry in oct! - emily</title><summary type='text'>yes yes.. i've been missing from the blogging scene but i don't think my absence makes a difference anyway. anyhoos, i've decided to start updating my otherwise dead blog. because who knows one day i might bang in to a tree and get a concussion then end up forgetting whatever i've been through for the past X no. of years hahasso since october two oh oh seven, life has been drama drama drama.and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/R8wMkIx63iI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AUMyLYsFpG0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-359690170545281471</id><published>2007-10-28T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:10:35.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my black and white affair.</title><summary type='text'>to be updated.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/359690170545281471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=359690170545281471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/359690170545281471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/359690170545281471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-black-and-white-affair.html' title='my black and white affair.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/RyQ1qjoyQlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nlZa1Pdgo9s/s72-c/281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6797894542684179903</id><published>2007-10-16T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:17:08.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes.</title><summary type='text'>sometimes..i wonder if going to uni was the right choice.i lose track of the reason why i'm in uni.for one, i can't write essays for nuts.and i hate writing essays.essay writing is a chore and nothing productive really comes out of it.i think subconciously, i feel the stress of being around smart pple all the time.and they're not just smart, they're hardworking - killer combi.and me? i'm not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6797894542684179903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6797894542684179903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6797894542684179903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6797894542684179903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes.html' title='sometimes.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2920492170137616292</id><published>2007-10-02T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:43:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go back to your country brown cow.</title><summary type='text'>seriously, fuck you asshole.being older doesn't give you the authority to overwrite what i say.the reason you're a year 3 stuck doing a year 1 course is because u suck.so why still bother taking authority over the project?i for one am certainly NOT impressed by your method of getting your work done.the slides look fucking unprofessional.if tonight's presentation is fucked up, its all your fault, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2920492170137616292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2920492170137616292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2920492170137616292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2920492170137616292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-back-to-your-country-brown-cow.html' title='go back to your country brown cow.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7928683931309480482</id><published>2007-10-02T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:48:10.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>during class.</title><summary type='text'>i had stage 1 conjunctivitis so i went to sch in specs.upon entering class,class in unison: OH MY GOD, STEF!fiona: stef why are u wearing specs?!me: i got eye infection so doc say no specsheng jing: yea man, u look so gongme: thanks ah.fiona: ya! i'm so not used to it. for once.. u look so guai. so different la!me: =)And during some silly debate about global terrorism,reilly: i think global </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7928683931309480482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=7928683931309480482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7928683931309480482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7928683931309480482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/during-class.html' title='during class.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-3696993174904279417</id><published>2007-09-26T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T02:09:53.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about hair.</title><summary type='text'>is it wrong to be addicted to the smell of your hair treatment?cos i'm super addicted to it la. i won't die from oversmelling my hair right?like the chemicals won't go into my brain and start killing my brain cells, i think?so em and i were at keith's today.i wanted to get my hair treated (cos of the smell) and em wanted to get temporary curls (for fun, just to see how she looks like)keith was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3696993174904279417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=3696993174904279417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3696993174904279417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3696993174904279417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-about-hair.html' title='all about hair.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6723977661429135353</id><published>2007-09-26T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T01:49:57.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the freak with one big eye and one red, swollen small eye.</title><summary type='text'>and that freak would be me.my eye infection is back!like why?! why does it have to happen during recess week?!the one week that i can use to catch up on movies onlineokay that was a lie. i still watch movies online despite me having school.but the point is, NO INFECTION DURING RECESS WEEK.A the bao-glar (thats right, cos he steals bao) thinks i use my eye for all the wrong reasons thats why im </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6723977661429135353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6723977661429135353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6723977661429135353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6723977661429135353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/freak-with-one-big-eye-and-one-red.html' title='the freak with one big eye and one red, swollen small eye.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4488695454307584826</id><published>2007-09-25T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:23:27.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spoilt brat.</title><summary type='text'>people always say kids are so adorable and so innocent.those people should be shot dead.i was in church on sunday, after god knows how long. so vanessa and i were sitting behind this eurasian girl, probably around 5 yrs old. she was kinda huge for her age la. but i thought she was quite adorable, with her big eyes and super long eyelashes.BUT, that kid was such a spoilt brat. everytime she looked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4488695454307584826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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have sex. men just need a place.</title><summary type='text'>recess week!been waiting for it to come eversince the start of school.but the school's a cheat. so many deadlines to meet when school reopens.how to have fun?!anyhoos, got me a new hobby - late night cruising!it all started last thursday when we (darren yr and me) decided to meet for supperdrive start: 20/9, 2340 hrsdrive end: 21/9, 0430 hrsyishun - queens - bedok - siglap - east coast road - the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6505951071441735914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6505951071441735914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6505951071441735914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6505951071441735914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/women-need-reason-to-have-sex-men-just.html' title='women need a reason to have sex. men just need a place.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-8607531540297261703</id><published>2007-09-16T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:49:31.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the man i call dad.</title><summary type='text'>you can take the youth out of the man but you certainly can't take the boy out of the man.picture this -mum: hey this traffic light wasn't here a year ago!dad: cos you see.. many things can happen within 365 days and building a traffic light happens to fall under the many things. * gives fake, sympathetic lookvanessa: i want to drink bubble tea!dad: okay pass me one cup of tea, i help you blow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8607531540297261703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=8607531540297261703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8607531540297261703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8607531540297261703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-i-call-dad.html' title='the man i call dad.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6047563689626491056</id><published>2007-08-24T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:02:23.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new old me.</title><summary type='text'>okay, thats it.i'm ditching my whole poly emo phase and going back to my sec sch days!no more depression. no more act punk days.for now it will just be hyper hyper hyper! and oh yes, trigger happy! =))quite random la i know. i was just looking at my old friendster comments and think that maybe i was more fun in sec sch.My Testimonials - Then."My dear sister. The weakest among the three tans in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6047563689626491056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6047563689626491056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6047563689626491056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6047563689626491056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-old-me.html' title='the new old me.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2665367539401285695</id><published>2007-08-05T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T14:30:06.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of module bidding, travelling time, timetable planning.</title><summary type='text'>timetable planning is a serious waste of brain cells.been spending the past hour trying to squeeze all my mods into a 4 day week.there's still a 5th module to take and i'm deciding between taking an unrestricted elective or a general.but the shitty part is the mods i like are either night classes or they fall on my free day! and those mods that don't fall on my free day clash with my exam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2665367539401285695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2665367539401285695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2665367539401285695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2665367539401285695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-module-bidding-travelling-time.html' title='of module bidding, travelling time, timetable planning.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-5843659297706114411</id><published>2007-08-04T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:09:13.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake n bake!</title><summary type='text'>i think one month ago i would never have expected my life to be so damn jam packed with activities untill my body feels so damn bloody exhausted.ponn-ed o week like siao and it was worth the ponning cos there was..dinner with the peeps frm sheares hallbbq and sleepover at john's!module bidding =(cycling/wakeboarding/jetskiing/banana boating!but i was quite sad i had to sacrifice freshmen bash/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5843659297706114411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=5843659297706114411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5843659297706114411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5843659297706114411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/08/wake-n-bake.html' title='wake n bake!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-5150497862948351760</id><published>2007-07-26T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:45:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can we not always compare shit with fertilisers?</title><summary type='text'>just a quick recap:the past few weeks have been mad cheonging.what with, 2 camps back to back with only a weekend break in between.lots of OG outings.clubbing with an injured foot.FRIGHT NIGHT!and a whole load of bonding games, polar bear, i never, the traffic light game, either/or.AND there's tomorrow, the start of O-weeek.which is the whole rah rah nonsense all over again.networking/module </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5150497862948351760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=5150497862948351760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5150497862948351760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5150497862948351760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-we-not-always-compare-shit-with.html' title='can we not always compare shit with fertilisers?'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2220730301730226742</id><published>2007-07-17T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:51:28.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not your bank.</title><summary type='text'>and thats what the mum said to me this morning when i told her i needed more money for camp and stuffthe weekend passed pretty fast with all my lovelies for companysaturday:yong hui's surprise 21st at pasir ris park - pictures below;sunday:tara day! accompanied girly to chanel so she could collect her mum's watch then we went over to vivo to find kok and thats when i realise i couldn't read maps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2220730301730226742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2220730301730226742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2220730301730226742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2220730301730226742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-your-bank.html' title='i&apos;m not your bank.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4994516183937325860</id><published>2007-07-17T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:31:27.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say cheese!</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4994516183937325860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4994516183937325860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4994516183937325860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4994516183937325860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-cheese.html' title='say cheese!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/Rpx1t-INHXI/AAAAAAAAACw/cTi7n6X4O-A/s72-c/P1010490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4142799596554424553</id><published>2007-07-17T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:51:16.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 girls + 1 tree + 1 camera = silly pictures</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/Rpx0jeINHWI/AAAAAAAAACk/yERJUvwylqQ/s72-c/P1010464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2668110118727931598</id><published>2007-07-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:37:58.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2668110118727931598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2668110118727931598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2668110118727931598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2668110118727931598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/RpxwFuINHPI/AAAAAAAAABs/tfic1l54kYs/s72-c/P1010492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-8468620661533939099</id><published>2007-07-13T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:06:04.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls night out!</title><summary type='text'>last night saw me at bugis with the secondary school girls - em, gladys, kel and peng.and we went to this indonesian place for nasi ayam penyat, i think? very nice! has that esteller feel to it ahas then we went to this random dessert place which was somewhere along the whole stretch of steamboat places?let me just say that the sesame and peanut paste tasted like crap cos it was so bland and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8468620661533939099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=8468620661533939099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8468620661533939099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8468620661533939099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/girls-night-out.html' title='girls night out!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-3505590347877412745</id><published>2007-07-10T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:17:30.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE0425 - those who came out of the supposed 25.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3505590347877412745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=3505590347877412745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3505590347877412745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3505590347877412745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/be0425-those-who-came-out-of-supposed.html' title='BE0425 - those who came out of the supposed 25.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/RpJfeRbIYbI/AAAAAAAAABk/FtDNjXqnD_g/s72-c/P1010027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4744942938620332597</id><published>2007-07-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:14:35.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOT THE DIFFERENCE!</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4744942938620332597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4744942938620332597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4744942938620332597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4744942938620332597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/spot-difference.html' title='SPOT THE DIFFERENCE!'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/RpJd1xbIYYI/AAAAAAAAABM/iYHpeaY6hsg/s72-c/P1010452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-3902882980557048214</id><published>2007-07-08T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:59:28.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm seriously considering going for the nus union camp. was talking to amy the other day and she went for the FASS camp. apparently, its damn fun laa.think i should go since i'm so damn free. but going also means i have to be in rah-rah mode for 5 days. and i'm not even sure its still possible to sign up cos i just realised camp starts on the 14th. oh crap.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3902882980557048214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=3902882980557048214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3902882980557048214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3902882980557048214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-seriously-considering-going-for-nus.html' title=''/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2269070193506967839</id><published>2007-07-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:44:24.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 mistakes men make while having sex with women.</title><summary type='text'>1. NOT KISSING FIRSTAvoiding her lips and diving straight for the erogenous zones makes her feel like you're paying by the hour and trying to get your money's worth by cutting out nonessentials. A proper passionate kiss is the ultimate form of foreplay.2. BLOWING TOO HARD IN HER EARAdmit it, some kid at school told you girls love this. Well, there's a difference between being erotic and blowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2269070193506967839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2269070193506967839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2269070193506967839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2269070193506967839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/40-mistakes-men-make-while-having-sex.html' title='40 mistakes men make while having sex with women.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-3779790447149202445</id><published>2007-07-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:52:56.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XX.</title><summary type='text'>i suppose the past 2 weeks was the most emotionally trying period for me. it was so bad i think i suffered a mild depression and it made it even worse because i didn't know who to turn to, or who i could tell because i thought i was such a freak and i was afraid the people around me will start judging me for the abnormality that i was.i remembered crying everytime i thought about it and wondering</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3779790447149202445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=3779790447149202445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3779790447149202445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/3779790447149202445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/xx.html' title='XX.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-8516926904844056420</id><published>2007-07-08T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:33:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as one chapter of our lives close, another soon begins.</title><summary type='text'>so friday was graduation day and i think i shall just let the pictures do the talking. (okay, so 4 pictures don't tell that much but i'll upload more when i get them from the rest)the turnout wasn't that great since not alot of people were willing to part with their twenty eight dollars and forty cents to rent the graduation suit. but we still made the best with the few that were there!a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8516926904844056420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=8516926904844056420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8516926904844056420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8516926904844056420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-one-chapter-of-our-lives-close.html' title='as one chapter of our lives close, another soon begins.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4PNZhzk4L4/RpDU_RbIYVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TW1obsf_dcU/s72-c/P1010440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-5846307633665525696</id><published>2007-07-04T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:31:51.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stefanie worrier tan.</title><summary type='text'>that should be my middle name.i've never felt so emotionally stressed in my entire life. i need to worry about this worry about that. so many bloody issues to think and worry about is really affecting my mental health. i hate waking up everyday with my mind filled with issues and my heart feels heavy as hell.=((i love my carefree days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5846307633665525696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=5846307633665525696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5846307633665525696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/5846307633665525696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/stefanie-worrier-tan.html' title='stefanie worrier tan.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-1846759902786022158</id><published>2007-07-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:17:31.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stickwitu.</title><summary type='text'>my blog posts can be so boring and meaningless.i don't even know why i bother to update when no one even cares.or why people even bother reading when i just type boring details about my life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1846759902786022158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1846759902786022158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1846759902786022158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1846759902786022158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/stickwitu.html' title='stickwitu.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-1320925636625855727</id><published>2007-07-02T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:04:10.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody ever made me felt this way.</title><summary type='text'>i'm really really broke.i haven't felt so poor for my past nineteen years.blame me for being too lazy to go down and collect my cheque.but despite my being broke, i still went out and spent more money anyway.. so much about financial deficit.anyways,i finally got to meet darling tara last wednesday after so so long. i think its been 2 months since the last time we met? aww. really missed her. and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1320925636625855727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1320925636625855727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1320925636625855727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1320925636625855727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/nobody-ever-made-me-felt-this-way.html' title='nobody ever made me felt this way.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2488594514985044780</id><published>2007-07-02T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:04:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i hope that i will do no wrong.</title><summary type='text'>							Time is gonna take my mindand carry it far away where I can flyThe depth of life will dim the temptation to live for youIf I were to be alone silence would rock my tears'cause it's all about love and I know betterHow life is a waving featherSo I put my arms around you around youAnd I know that I'll be living soonMy eyes are on you they're on youAnd you see that I can't stop shakingNo, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2488594514985044780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2488594514985044780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2488594514985044780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2488594514985044780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-i-hope-that-i-will-do-no-wrong.html' title='and i hope that i will do no wrong.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7672239154347703115</id><published>2007-06-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T18:05:29.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we both know i'm not what you need.</title><summary type='text'>sucks to be home alone on a saturday.lonely moments call for crazy thoughts.i feel like:screaming;crying;shouting;pulling my hair out.i'm pissed/sad/angry/disappointed.then again, i'm not really thinking straight.i just feel pissed. at everything and anything.ROAR.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7672239154347703115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=7672239154347703115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7672239154347703115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7672239154347703115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-both-know-im-not-what-you-need.html' title='we both know i&apos;m not what you need.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-1291709519734912354</id><published>2007-06-25T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:59:11.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy bones.</title><summary type='text'>sorry for the lack of updates, i've just been really really lazy.so i'm just going to do this in point form, straits times format.PRIME:jobless since last thursdayalot of free time - so yes, i can do meet ups for the next few weeks.school starting in a month's time.HOME:father's day at sembawang country club.mother's birthday on superstar virgo.MONEY:no savings.no allowance.waiting for pay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1291709519734912354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1291709519734912354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1291709519734912354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1291709519734912354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/lazy-bones.html' title='lazy bones.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4975309530544033566</id><published>2007-06-25T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:36:38.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my flesh is real food, my blood real drink.</title><summary type='text'>and that was the banner written in church which got my dad laughing.and being my dad, he had to give some silly comment.dad: read the banner, jesus is a vampire. better don't sin ah, or else jesus come and suck your blood.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4975309530544033566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4975309530544033566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4975309530544033566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4975309530544033566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-flesh-is-real-food-my-blood-real.html' title='my flesh is real food, my blood real drink.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-1818438172848694240</id><published>2007-06-05T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:42:17.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to you,the past three years have seen you going through many ups and downs and though i couldn't do much but just offer a listening ear, i hope you finally found what you're looking for.so yes, at times i feel neglected cos you're too busy making time for your other girls rather than me. but i'm happy cos you're happy. i don't ever want to see you go through that phase again - the drinking, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1818438172848694240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1818438172848694240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1818438172848694240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1818438172848694240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-you-past-three-years-have-seen-you.html' title=''/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7275804352808658512</id><published>2007-06-01T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:38:38.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 layers of orgasm/green coconut dick roll/kueh ko-balls.</title><summary type='text'>i hate windows vista. its stupid, i repeat STUPID.i spent like 30 mins trying to get from windows start up to my main page.from trying to type in my user name to being rejected cos my password is incorrect.which is fucking impossible cos i always use the same password.and now i can't play with my new toy and i might just need to reformat my computer without the windows vista cd. way to go, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7275804352808658512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=7275804352808658512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7275804352808658512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7275804352808658512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/9-layers-of-orgasmgreen-coconut-dick.html' title='9 layers of orgasm/green coconut dick roll/kueh ko-balls.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-2823021819346372723</id><published>2007-06-01T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:28:29.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello new toy =))</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2823021819346372723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=2823021819346372723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2823021819346372723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/2823021819346372723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-new-toy.html' title='hello new toy =))'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-124803708067584785</id><published>2007-05-28T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:02:49.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos we are addicted to the pain.</title><summary type='text'>oh its 10 mins to 6 - knock off time!and i'm seriously thinking of leaving early since i'm the only one in the office. but knowing how unexpected my boss can be, he could just come back at 6 to do a spot check even though he left a half hour ago.argh. so tempting. but never mind! i shall spend my last ten mins blogging instead.so lets backtrack two weeks ago and all i can rmb is going to sentosa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/124803708067584785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=124803708067584785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/124803708067584785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/124803708067584785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/cos-we-are-addicted-to-pain.html' title='cos we are addicted to the pain.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6090774714362030005</id><published>2007-05-17T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:35:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tragic love story.</title><summary type='text'>i thought my day was going to suck when the boss asked me to draft my own writ.1st, i don't really know what's a writ. i'm thinking its something the solicitors acting for the Plaintiff, sends to the court with an account of the case meaning who are the plaintiffs and the defendants, their statement of claim (what the plaintiff believed happened) and where exactly were the defendant(s) negligent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6090774714362030005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6090774714362030005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6090774714362030005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6090774714362030005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-tragic-love-story.html' title='my tragic love story.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-8761679638926704692</id><published>2007-05-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:06:57.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it all falls apart.</title><summary type='text'>i hate answering the phone at work.i'm not sure if there's something wrong with the phone or if its just me but i can't seem to catch what the people on the line are saying.imagine this -me: roy and partners, how can i help you?stranger: may i speak to roy please?me: oh alright, may i know who's this calling?stranger: siberia.me: i'm sorry, sai-bay-ria?stranger: shah bay rea.* i have no idea how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8761679638926704692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=8761679638926704692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8761679638926704692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8761679638926704692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-it-all-falls-apart.html' title='when it all falls apart.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4404385613241862130</id><published>2007-05-13T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T17:46:38.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and all i wish i could do now is not give a fucking damn.</title><summary type='text'>shiaat.work tomorrow =(okay, people have commented that my previous blogskin was gruesome/freaky/requires a strong heart to be able to read my posts. but i like it! did i mention i have a little fetish for black and blood?SO, to my avid readers, feast your eyes! ta da! sexy models for your gawking pleasure. see, i'm so nice.. thank me prease. ahahasdon't hate me cos i'm warped.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4404385613241862130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4404385613241862130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4404385613241862130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4404385613241862130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-all-i-wish-i-could-do-now-is-not.html' title='and all i wish i could do now is not give a fucking damn.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6678743100990375048</id><published>2007-05-11T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:42:56.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you miss me when i'm gone?</title><summary type='text'>i FINALLY changed my blogskin.got so sick of the old one so i made myself two!its 1140 now and guess where i am?AT HOME.i was so caught up with changing my blogskin last night, i lost track of time and ended up sleeping at 3. woke up this morning with a nasty sorethroat and sore eye that i decided to skip work! 60 ka ching down the drain! =((</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6678743100990375048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6678743100990375048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6678743100990375048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6678743100990375048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/would-you-miss-me-when-im-gone.html' title='would you miss me when i&apos;m gone?'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-8322116739724825573</id><published>2007-05-10T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:11:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being short - the fashion disadvantages.</title><summary type='text'>you know how lately all female tops are getting longer and longer, so long that they can pass off as dresses?i hate it. and it makes it even worse when you're short cos the supposed long top becomes even longer than usual and it really seems as if you're wearing a dress but the thing is you're not.there are many times when i get so tempted to just buy a super long top and pass it off as a dress </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4510310880147341540</id><published>2007-05-09T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:50:56.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weird things about me.</title><summary type='text'>with the recent fad to list 6 weird things about yourself, i've decided to put my slacking time to good use and crack my brains to think of them. so lets see,1. when i go to foreign places meaning places i hardly go to, i don't like to touch anything there. i don't like to open the door with my hands or go to the toilet or touch the railings on the staircase. and why not? okay, brace yourselves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4510310880147341540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4510310880147341540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4510310880147341540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4510310880147341540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/6-weird-things-about-me.html' title='6 weird things about me.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-1498773568423090472</id><published>2007-05-03T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:24:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work is so much fun when the boss is not around.</title><summary type='text'>its 215 now and im finishing work in 30 minutes!yaaaaay!the colleague says i can leave early since i look so bored and i finish all my work already.AND, i can come in after 11 tomorrow!yes ahhh. more sleep time!meeting the best friend later for some retail therapy. lets see, i need more clothes, more clothes and more clothes! oh shoes and make up. damnnn.and the mum is bringing me to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1498773568423090472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1498773568423090472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1498773568423090472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1498773568423090472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-is-so-much-fun-when-boss-is-not.html' title='work is so much fun when the boss is not around.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-8597380380353294609</id><published>2007-05-02T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:53:06.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pillow fights and tickling fits.</title><summary type='text'>wednesday already! weee.and i was 25 minutes late for work. double wee.was suppose to open three new files but all i've been doing since i came in for work this morning was to chat online, surf the net and to blog.oh yes, lets talk about monday.peng was feeling all emo and blue so i met her after work and i drove her to sembawang park to have sex chit chat hahasthen after picking jia up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8597380380353294609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=8597380380353294609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8597380380353294609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/8597380380353294609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/pillow-fights-and-tickling-fits.html' title='pillow fights and tickling fits.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4646653153760121356</id><published>2007-05-02T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:33:28.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>m-ly</title><summary type='text'>click picture!the girlfriend otherwise known as emily, has found her latest hobby - handmaking accessories. so do drop by her online shop and help sustain her little hobby by buying her precious creations hahaasand oh yes, if you notice, emily has named one of her earrings under yours truly, stefanie! please do buy that pair of earrings cos its so black and chic, its so me. ahahas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-720050976377541497</id><published>2007-05-02T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:19:42.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not what you do, its who you are.</title><summary type='text'>the way you flirt doesn't turn me on, not a single bit.the way you talk is a turn off too. you think you sound so hot with the things you say but i shudder in cold disgust when i hear you speak.if you think your lame jokes amuse me, i am not.and i am certainly not entertained by your humour, or lack of it.maybe its not your fault i feel this way.maybe its because i don't give a shit about you, at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/720050976377541497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=720050976377541497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/720050976377541497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/720050976377541497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-not-what-you-do-its-who-you-are.html' title='its not what you do, its who you are.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4993592105059764310</id><published>2007-04-30T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:57:54.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues.</title><summary type='text'>i hate work.i hate answering phone calls.i hate doing letter of demands.i hate doing writ of summons.BUT, i love my pay cheque &lt;3come to think of it, i've never really liked working before. well except for tangs.. and maybe that was because i was playing and slacking most of the time rather than working ahahs.and facing the computer all day from 9 till 6, doing adminstrative work is just a waste </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4993592105059764310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4993592105059764310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4993592105059764310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4993592105059764310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday-blues_30.html' title='monday blues.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4924381637477720356</id><published>2007-04-29T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:51:31.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy.</title><summary type='text'>ah once you start, you can't stop.i went shopping happy and bought afred perry bag;black skinnies;heels. - in less than 30 mins.ooh. the love. and all sponsored by the mum herself.yayness.and my pay cheque on monday!=)))</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4924381637477720356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4924381637477720356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4924381637477720356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4924381637477720356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-197596841692152201</id><published>2007-04-23T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:37:05.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm like that lil girl who yearns for that candy to be mine.and she never got it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/197596841692152201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=197596841692152201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/197596841692152201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/197596841692152201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-like-that-lil-girl-who-yearns-for.html' title=''/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-4719412614856574518</id><published>2007-04-22T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:13:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drawing the line.</title><summary type='text'>the question is how, where, when?seems like everytime i go clubbing,i keep outdoing myself with the nonsense i try.and sometimes, i think it gets so out of hand..i get scared.i need to learn how to behave.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4719412614856574518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=4719412614856574518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4719412614856574518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/4719412614856574518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/drawing-line.html' title='drawing the line.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-6885052167380477964</id><published>2007-04-21T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:01:56.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy nights call for crazy moments.</title><summary type='text'>friday was uber fun!met kok's friends for supper after his work.so there was bernard, james, ryan, charlie, kok and me.took a bus down to makansutra where the boys ordered a shit load of food and i got stopped by some cleo reporter about my dressing choice and the boys were laughing when i told her to take my picture from my right side cos i think i look better from that angleand then came the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6885052167380477964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=6885052167380477964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6885052167380477964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/6885052167380477964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-nights-call-for-crazy-moments.html' title='crazy nights call for crazy moments.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-578027469147800069</id><published>2007-04-16T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:25:16.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life is a damn cliche.</title><summary type='text'>i feel as if i have a long hangover which i can't seem to get rid of. everything has been a whirl of events, everything feels like a big headache, everything feels like a mess and everything doesn't mean anything anymore.when your heart aches and you feel like with every second that passes, it kills you bit by bit, you sit there and ask yourself, what in the world would make you feel this way? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/578027469147800069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>cars, reservoirs and dirty banglas.</title><summary type='text'>you're such a gem.what'd i do without you?=)XOXO</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1341960967871798187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=1341960967871798187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1341960967871798187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/1341960967871798187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/cars-reservoirs-and-dirty-banglas.html' title='cars, reservoirs and dirty banglas.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7235647757555984098</id><published>2007-03-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:11:06.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o m e</title><summary type='text'>what are you thinking?there's only so much i can take before i walk out the door.so let me go if you can't catch me when i fall.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7235647757555984098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=7235647757555984098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7235647757555984098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7235647757555984098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-m-e.html' title='o m e'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5648704.post-7430987777508844860</id><published>2007-03-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:53:39.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too close for comfort.</title><summary type='text'>i've been bumming and lazing at home for the past week except on thursday when i met kok for lunch then went over to his place to watch ghost game with darren.after the show, we met andrew with the boys at sun plaza macs to rot and chat. after that, the boys dropped me home and they went for their soccer.but being boys, they never get tired and we went out again at eleven plus for supper only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7430987777508844860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5648704&amp;postID=7430987777508844860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7430987777508844860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5648704/posts/default/7430987777508844860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlspace.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-close-for-comfort.html' title='too close for comfort.'/><author><name>s t e f a n i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06110967266406602900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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