<?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-10871715</id><updated>2012-01-09T22:39:13.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping is Cheaper Than a Therapist</title><subtitle type='html'>A tell all about mainly my experiences in shopping and the interesting things that happen when i'm out shopping.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-9152187536887972840</id><published>2012-01-09T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:39:13.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.hulkshare.com/embed_mp3.php?id=5203290&amp;type=4" width=431 height=24 scrolling="no" frameborder=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-9152187536887972840?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/9152187536887972840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/9152187536887972840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/9152187536887972840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-269855420160711383</id><published>2008-09-13T14:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:12:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life : Episode 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Glamourlicious Life : Episode 12&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne pressed her Manolo patent leather slingbacks harder against the pedal as she sped down the highway, heading towards home. Getting the party essentials had taken longer than she expected and she still needed to get changed for the party that Cheyenne had pulled out of her hat at the very last minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical, she thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne was always doing things on the spur of the moment whenever and wherever she felt like it. As if people would always be around to serve her. Roxanne sighed. Unfortunately for them, and fortunately for Cheyenne, both Roxanne and Yvette would most definitely be around to help her out of the sticky situations she put herself into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that she was complaining. Not really, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, Cheyenne and Yvette were both her best friends in the whole world, and she'd do anything for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne was so deep in thought that she didn't realise that she was already on her street. As she was about to turn into the driveway, she noticed a white van in her driveway. It blocked her entrance to the garage, which meant that she would have to walk half of the Italian-imported pebble path to the front door. Cursing under her breath, she leaned on her horn and sighed impatiently as she waited for the van driver to come out and move that unsightly van away so she didn't have to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after what seemed like an interminable wait, Roxanne saw the van's driver run hurriedly out of the house door, throwing an apologetic glance towards her as he got into the van. Roxanne's breath caught in her throat. For a minute or so, she thought that guy was her favorite celebrity and the hottest man in the world, Johnny Depp. No it couldn't be, she thought, as her mind spun in dizzying circles. What would Johnny Depp be doing at my house?, she laughed out loud at her stupidity and shook her head. Maybe she should lay off on all those Baileys. Johnny Depp? At her house? Ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking her car in the porch, she got out and strode into her 'eco-friendly' house made out of 100% recyclable and environmentally friendly materials that her parents insisted upon when they built the house. That was almost 2 years ago, when eco-chic homes were all the rage amongst wealthy homeowners then. She thought it was stupid then and 2 years on, she didn't think any more of it but now she actually liked all that sun-bleached wood and the feel of nature throughout the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izza!", she called out as she removed her shades. Her housekeeper had to know what that van was doing there, and most importantly, who that was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning the corner with a vase in hand, Izza, the petite but kindly housekeeper said, "Yes miss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izza, who was that just now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who?", Izza scrunched her face in confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That guy! The guy in the white van who just left?", Roxanne hadn't realized how eager she was to find out who that was until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah!," Izza looked sheepish, "That was my nephew, Jose! He delivered for me my maquilaje...ah, what's you call it..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Makeup you mean," Roxanne took spanish in school before and loved it, in fact, there were few languages she didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah yes. Makeup. Mi tío brought back some from Mexico &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;recientement&lt;/span&gt;e, so he asked Jose to bring here for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne nodded distractedly and, taking the chance to escape, Izza turned around and started walking back into the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose eh? Maybe she could invite him to the party tonight, and pull a Cheyenne. An excited gleam came into her eyes. It was going to be great night tonight, she thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izza, wait! Where can I find Jose?" Roxanne hurried into the house after Izza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-269855420160711383?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/269855420160711383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/glamourlicious-life-episode-12.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/269855420160711383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/269855420160711383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/glamourlicious-life-episode-12.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life : Episode 12'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-8629344189035052899</id><published>2007-11-29T23:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:43:51.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell jangled for what seemed like the umpteenth time. Dorna, the housekeeper, called from downstairs, "Miss! The platters from Carylise Deli are here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright! Got it! Thanks Dorna!" Cheyenne shouted while trying to line her already big brown eyes with more black eyeliner. She always read in Vogue about how certain stars' must have beauty item was stuff like mascara or lip gloss. For her, it was definitely eyeliner. What would she do without it, she thought, running a critical eye over her handiwork. She could do without all other so called makeup essentials like mascara or lipgloss or even foundation, because really, her almost flawless skin didn't really need all of that. Makeup was meant to be the ugly girl's way of looking presentable anyway, and with her sculptured cheekbones and big pretty eyes that came with fluttery eyelashes, she didn't even need makeup to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner, however, was a different thing altogether. Eyeliner could give her the 'I-don't-give-a-damn' look on days when she felt like crap, or it could give her that mysterious, seductive look that many men found simply irresistible on days when she wanted to feel powerful. It could even give her the rocker chic look on days when she felt slightly schizophrenic and wanted to break out of her usual girl-with-a-flower-in-her-hair kind of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people bringing the food and the drinks had been streaming in non-stop since noon, and the Carylise Deli platters were one of the last to arrive. That meant that her guests, whoever they were, would start streaming in soon. She liked to be known in the elite circles that she threw the best parties and frequently threw parties for all kinds of reasons, any excuse that she could find. She wasn't worried about party crashers like those troublemakers who didn't belong in the elite circles because she knew that only those in the know were only those in the elite circles, and her policy was, as long as they were from the elite circles, they were welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, many a time, there was a hidden motive behind all her fabulous parties that she threw. One of the main motives, Yvette and Roxanne knew, was that these so called 'parties' were basically just thinly veiled excuses for her to get to know her current guy of the moment better, much better. However, that wasn't the only reason for her parties. The other reason looked so innocent that anyone who heard it would tend to be suspicious and try to dig deeper to find out more, but it was all there was. Purely innocent. It was in fact, her Marta Stewart syndrome as she called it. Secretly, she loved being all festive and merry, throwing parties for the fun of it, especially those with a theme and making sure that every single adornment fit the theme to a T. She would gladly turn her palatial house into a pirate's den or an African jungle and would personally see to it herself, checking and rechecking that everything was just right. She loved that look of amazement on people's faces as they stepped in and adored being told that it was 'fabulous' or 'gorgeous' or even simply, 'this is a GREAT party!'. Those were the moments where she truly felt like she owned it, where she felt complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, her handphone buzzed on the table in front of her, jolting her out of her reverie. It was Roxanne calling. Again. She had been calling on-and-off for the past hour, reporting what she had done, as if Cheyenne was some drill sergeant. Somewhat annoyed, she flicked open her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rox," she began, "I told you not to...", but before she could continue, Roxanne cut in saying, "Cheyenne, there's a big problem."&lt;br /&gt;"What! What's wrong?", Cheyenne half-yelled into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Melduca's say they don't have enough of your favorite Sicilian olives, apparently some other big customer bought up almost all their stock just before I reached."&lt;br /&gt;"What? Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, they wouldn't tell me. All they could say was that he wasn't from around here. Apparently, he had some weird accent or something."&lt;br /&gt;"Crap! What an idiot. Why does he need so many olives for? The last I remembered, people around here still had some regard for others around them. Now what am I going to do?" Cheyenne fumed, her voice rising a pitch when she got agitated.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I'll go downtown to Polcini to see if they have any and buy whatever they have there. Hopefully they have enough. Though Melduca's has the best ones around and the biggest stock."Roxanne said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, they probably don't have much. But whatever. A little is still better than none. Jerk. And thanks so much darling!"&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne slapped her phone down on her white cherry wood table. She didn't need this, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping her shiny brown hair over her shoulders, she turned to look at the clock. Roxanne had better hurry, she thought, because it was almost time. She stood, her shiny new Louboutins digging into the soft carpet, leaving squarish marks as she strode out of her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                                                                   To Be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-8629344189035052899?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8629344189035052899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/glamourlicious-life-episode-11.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/8629344189035052899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/8629344189035052899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/glamourlicious-life-episode-11.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 11'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-517774746605789799</id><published>2007-07-03T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:27:51.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Glamourlicious Life : Episode 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that all about?" Yvette demanded as soon as they were speeding on the highway. "It isn't your birthday if I remember correctly, unless I somehow got amnesia without knowing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And are you really throwing a party without us? How come you didn't tell us?" Roxanne added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls, relax! I only just decided to throw a party like there on the spot. I didn't plan ahead without telling or anything like that," Cheyenne paused and glanced at her two best friends in the mirror. "And you do know why I have these little 'parties' don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, yeah. But I don't understand why you lied to Paul about your birthday being today. Couldn't you just tell him that you're having some regular-blow-your-hair-out-and-have-fun party?" Yvette asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't thinking clearly at that time alright? I merely blurted out the first thing that came to mind." Cheyenne retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now what?" Roxanne asked. "What are you planning to do next? Throwing a party last minute? That's kinda a tall order, considering we have..." she looked at her platinum Tiffany watch. "Less than 6 hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why we have to hurry," Cheyenne said as she expertly turned into a lane, barely avoiding being stuck behind a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yvette, call up everyone we know and tell them about this last minute party. Tell them to bring their friends, the more the merrier. Roxanne, call up Melduca's and Carylise Deli and get enough party platters for... hmm... say, around a hundred? I'll get the drinks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using one free hand to flip open her phone, Cheyenne placed an order for her poison of choice, Cristal champagne, but also threw in orders for a few more bottles of gin and vodka so that her bar wouldn't run out of drinks halfway through the party. The next call she made was to Luis, the hot Latin bartender her parents always used during the parties they threw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis was one of the best bartenders around that she knew, and she didn't only mean his bartending skills. Not that she really wanted to find out anyway. He was hot and all but after all he was just the bartender that her parents hired on regular basis and he and her were, the least to say, two worlds apart. They would never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least so she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, on one of the benefit parties and whatnots that her parents threw, she found herself sharing a drunken kiss with him. She had a little too much to drink that night and while wandering around looking for her date, Carl, and then finding him making out with some skanky blonde on top her favorite deck chair was so disturbing she immediately dunked an entire bucket of ice on both of them and stomped off angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing she knew, she was sitting in front of the bar asking for another vodka tonic. In her alcohol induced mind, she surmised that if Carl could find some random girl to make out with then so could she. Not that she didn't enjoy it, in fact, it could be said that he was one of the best kissers around, but kissing him just because she was mad that her date could be interested in anyone else but her was a blunder that Cheyenne just didn't, couldn't make. It was to remain a secret. She couldn't let others know that she wasn't as perfect as she appeared to be on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as everyone knew, she was perfect, and that would be the way it had to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luis! It's me, your favorite party host," Cheyenne paused before continuing, "Oh Luis, you know me all too well. Now stop being such a tease and get your butt over here. Say... seven-ish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright then, we'll be seeing you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Cheyenne positioned her handphone somewhat precariously on the dashboard, she couldn't help but notice that Yvette and Roxanne were busy talking into their respective phones. She smiled. Her plan was right on track. Now they, no, scratch that, now SHE was waiting for the opportune moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Yvette snapped shut her phone, she said, "Cheyenne, don't you think that what you're trying to accomplish is kind of tough?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Non,&lt;/span&gt; no way.  This was one of the easiest things she would have to do. Much simpler than taking exams. Much simpler than finding even a perfect dress. All she would have to do was to use her charm and her intimate knowledge of men to wind up, at the end of the night, satisfied and happy. This being any sort of challenge to her at all was a laughable notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, " Yvette went on. "Like, how you gonna set up everything in the house in time? Our parties are always big ticket events and everyone knows that. If we throw this shabby looking party... I don't know what people are going to say. We need to live up to our standards you know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yvette wasn't talking about getting the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Yvette mentioned it, it really was kind of tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-517774746605789799?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/517774746605789799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/glamourlicious-life-episode-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/517774746605789799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/517774746605789799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/glamourlicious-life-episode-10.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 10'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-1520893038978053364</id><published>2007-05-08T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:07:57.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Glamourlicious Life : Episode 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could ever get boring with Cheyenne around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not this time, not with such a sexy guy around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Cheyenne always did was to bring the guy back to her palatial estate, though, not for any hanky panky. At least, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne's home had a large outdoor jacuzzi of which a bar ran along one side.  The bar was stocked with all kinds of drinks, and if that wasn't enough to loosen up your inhibitions, the hot tub itself would. She knew for a fact that the massaging effect of the water jets combined with the alcohol could produce an extremely conducive environment for... let's just say, merrymaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew for a fact that she wouldn't have to say much to get the guy back to her place, but somehow, she felt and knew that Paul was different from all the other guys she used to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was almost princely, with his classy demeanour and gentlemanly manners. So much so that she suspected he might be a tad more conservative than the average guy. This thought gave her considerable pause. She knew that 'conservative' more often than not translated to 'boring' and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; she couldn't take for she lived for excitement in every waking moment of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... was he worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned around to look at him hurrying out after them. His coffee brown hair flopped over his face while he tried to keep up with them and she marveled yet again at how fabulously the shirt fit him, as if it were tailored solely for him. He saw that she'd stopped and he slowed down, throwing her a grin. That grin threw her off balance. It was so sincere but yet so playful at the same time and utterly disarming. Never had she met a guy who wasn't always trying to charm her off her feet by putting on an act that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;she, like all other girls, would fall for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they were wrong. Instead of turning her on, it repulsed her. It wasn't the acting or the hyprocrisy that turned her off  but instead the act itself--the act that they believed would do the trick. She absolutely didn't mind the pretense, after all, without some pretense of any sort, no one would ever look good enough to date. But none had ever come close to the perfect act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul wasn't even trying to impress her and he was already exerting a magnetic pull. She loved that raw quality in him that was so severely lacking in all other guys. And this was one of the rare guys that did not need any sort of pretense to get more than one look from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she thought. He was definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Paul!" Cheyenne called. "I'm throwing a party later at my house tonight. You should come! And bring your friends as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Roxanne and Yvette looked at Cheyenne in surprise. A party? Cheyenne didn't mention anything about a party. Even though throwing parties was nothing new to them, having had put on a great many parties in the past. But they always told each other about parties that they were throwing at least a day in advance. Since when did they start learning about parties on the day itself? How could they get ready in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? What's the occasion?" Paul asked as he caught up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much," Cheyenne replied. "Just a simple birthday celebration."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's your birthday today? Oh wow, I didn't know that!" Paul exclaimed in surprise. "Happy Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks." Cheyenne smiled then added. "So... you coming? 8 tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course! How could I refuse any offer of a party?" Paul said as his sky blue eyes locked onto Cheyenne's brown ones. "And, how could I refuse the invitation from someone like you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as she might, Cheyenne could not draw her gaze away from Paul's. She had never felt this way about a guy before, and frankly, it scared her. But no way was she going to admit that to anyone. The Cheyenne everyone knew was confident and in total control of her emotions, knowing exactly what to do in situations. Not like this, vulnerable and......scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding her head up, she said, "So I'll see you at 8 tonight. You can come straight in when you arrive. See ya then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without waiting for a response, Cheyenne grabbed Roxanne and Yvette and jumped into the car, and sped off with merely a wave of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-1520893038978053364?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1520893038978053364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/05/glamourlicious-life-episode-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/1520893038978053364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/1520893038978053364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/05/glamourlicious-life-episode-9.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 9'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-6709353087326141185</id><published>2007-04-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:27:10.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life: Ep 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that Paul's father was quite the disciplinarian, wanting him to do more than just live off the family fortune. Even though the family fortune was vast enough to allow 3 generations of the Toric family to live solely off it, and certainly not poorly either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just 2 years older than them,but 22 was to his father,the age where he should 'stop fooling around and start taking things more seriously'. Not that Paul hadn't been taking things seriously all these while. He had gained entry into the prestigious Harvard Law School and was also the captain of the school's football team for 2 years-a feat not to be taken lightly, for no one had ever been the captain for more than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, his father did not think too highly of that particular achievement, and saw it to be more of Paul's 'foolishness' than anything else. To Paul's father, nothing was more important than following in his father's footsteps of earning top honors in law school and later go on to helm the family law firm, Toric Goldwaite, which was the leading law firm in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why is he asking you to come to my dad's company for the internship? Why not your dad's own firm?" Yvette asked, taking a delicate sip of her Apple Martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because," Paul sighed. "Dad says all his staff will treat me like the boss's son, no matter what he tells them. He thinks that this will prevent me from finding out the real workings of the law industry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it kind of makes sense," said Cheyenne, "But, is it just me or do I sense some sort of reluctance in your voice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul looked up in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it that obvious?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne just shrugged apologetically, as if she was sorry that she had to expose his secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, actually, to tell you all the truth," Paul dropped his voice, "I never liked practicing law."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Why? But you've been studying for like...what,3 years?" Roxanne exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, I know this sounds stupid, but Dad expected me from the start to follow in the family's footsteps. I mean, grandad followed in his Dad's footsteps as well! So even before I was born, you could say that my career was already thought out for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that's tough. No wonder you just went along with this," Yvette murmured. "If my Dad actually expected me to kind of take over his law firm in the future, I wouldn't know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what do you really want to do?" Roxanne asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what I really love to do is to play professional football. Though I know my Dad would not be very happy if I actually told him that. And I do know that you've to be really good before you can actually make a career out of that, so..." Paul shrugged. "I guess I'll have to stick to law. "&lt;br /&gt;Paul took a deep breath, then looked up and smiled. "Enough about me. What about you girls? What do you all like to do the best?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne looked at her two best friends in the world and then at Paul, with his open, honest and curious face. Her glossied lips turned up in a sly grin. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" she teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapping her bag shut, Cheyenne stood up and started towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's find out then!" she called after her. "And don't worry about the bill. I've got an account here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvette and Roxanne threw each other knowing smiles, then followed. Paul, meanwhile, looking bewildered at this sudden turn in events, took a full minute before he made for the door. "Hey, wait up!" he called to their retreating backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the day was going to turn out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Be Continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-6709353087326141185?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6709353087326141185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/04/glamourlicious-life-ep-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/6709353087326141185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/6709353087326141185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/04/glamourlicious-life-ep-8.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life: Ep 8'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-116909210438856311</id><published>2007-01-18T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:06:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life: Ep 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Glamourlicous Life: Episode 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tirelessly long queue snaking all the way from the entrance of the restaurant to around the side of the weathered brick wall of the quaint old building that housed a stretch of the chicest shops and eateries around. People would come from everywhere just to immerse themselves in this certain &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;je ne sais quoi &lt;/span&gt;vibe of this place and emerge later, heady from all the good food, great shopping and even better ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just perfect!" thought Cheyenne, remembering how magical the connection between good ambience and romance could be. Of course, she didn't need all that anyway, she could make up for any lack in that just by utilising her own charms. Though it definitely didn't hurt to have those thrown in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not even blink at the queue but instead, simply strolled past the people blocking up the entrance and strode straight into the cool interiors of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Kale was famous not only because of its food which even critics raved about but it drew crowds no matter when because also of the ambience it provided. Its decor thus provided the finishing flourish to the whole package. It was certainly done up tastefully, and had two floors, of which both were radically different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lower floor's main attraction was a deli counter which was stocked with a wide array of gourmet hams and cheeses as well as jars upon jars of dips, jams and sauces. Biscuits and cookies wrapped up in glassy cellophane paper lay prettily in baskets on the counter top, and the array of freshly baked bread right next to it filled the air with its wonderous smell. This lower floor was always filled with frazzled looking officer workers, who usually dropped by for a quick lunch before hurrying back to their 50th floor offices. Mothers with children in tow could also be seen, trying to snap up the delectable threats whilst their kids ran about, their faces filled with pure wonder at the mishmash of colours and smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upper floor however, was where they were headed to. They didn't like the idea of eating in the midst of organized chaos, which was what they found the lower floor to be. Wait staff rushed about, trying to serve hot, piping food to as many hungry people as they could. None of them wanted to run the risk of getting spilled on. Especially not when they were wearing $1000 apiece Diane Von Furstenberg dresses and Louboutin heels. Upstairs was a totally different matter. It was a picture of calm and serenity, and everyone up here was relaxed. No one was rushing to anywhere, not with windows that provided uninterrupted views of the city skyline. This upper floor was the real charmer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," Paul went, "I didn't know a place like this existed right in the middle of the city! I always thought that you could only get this kind of quiet during lunch time in hotels," he continued, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; their views aren't even half as great as this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, its our favourite restaurant and wait till you try their food!" Roxanne laughed, "You'll never want to eat anywhere else again! Don't say I didn't warn you," she wagged her finger playfully at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter brought them to their usual table-the best in the house-the table which was directly in the centre of it all where they could soak in all the attention and people watch at the same time. It was also directly in front of the panoramic windows which stretched along the whole side of the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they made their orders,they sat back into their seats. The action was just starting to heat up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, Paul," Yvette said, "Tell us more about yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-116909210438856311?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116909210438856311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/glamourlicious-life-ep-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/116909210438856311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/116909210438856311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/glamourlicious-life-ep-7.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life: Ep 7'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-116805686769744373</id><published>2007-01-06T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:48:01.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life: Ep 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tension in the air was so thick that no one dared to say anything to further risk aggravating Paul. Finally, Cheyenne spoke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paul?"she tentatively touched his arm, "We're truly sorry. We didn't mean to screw up your job interview. Is there anything we can do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul looked up resignedly, "I don't think so, unless I can go back in time," he smiled sadly, "Don't worry. I don't think I would have made it in time also anyway. It's not your fault. I should've checked out where it is before I came out today. Guess I better head home so I can think of what to tell Dad. See you around girls!" Paul turned and walked towards his car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!" Yvette called after him. "I think I might be able to help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul turned around, "You can?", he asked. "How?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, my Dad is the Lawrence of Morton &amp; Lawrence, so he'd probably be able to help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morton &amp; Lawrence was one of the biggest and most successful law firm in the whole of the United States, and it was well known for representing only the rich and famous, and its clientele was, to say the least, influential people with much power. Gratitude from clients made it that a single phone call would ensure that whatever you wanted to happen, would. Everyone knew that, which is why the privileged few who had connections to the firm could always count on things to work out for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's eyes widened in surprise, "You're his daughter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Didn't I just say that? Trust me. Just a word from me and he'll be able to help you out, get you another interview date or whatever, wherever you're supposed to go," she paused,then looked quizzically at him. "Which company is it anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of them looked expectantly at Paul. Suddenly, he let out a long breath of air he didn't even know he was holding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe this. Talk about coincidence! That's the company which I was heading for the interview!", he laughed in relief. "And I thought I fully screwed it up," he added, pushing back a lock of hair that fell over one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne couldn't help but swoon internally at his utter gorgeousness displayed through that single move. She licked her glossied lips in anticipation, and she knew she just had to get him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed gaily, "That's just perfect! What a stroke of luck! Oh well, now that everything's sorted out," she threw a glance at Yvette, who was already on the phone, "we can go get something to eat! I'm starved".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Me too!" Roxanne added, tossing Cheyenne a sly smile, "Let's go to White Kale's just down the row. I'm totally craving a juicy prawn cocktail. They serve the best around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect!" Cheyenne added, "I love that place too! Paul, care to join us?" she asked innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul hesitated, "Well, I really don't know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Paul! My treat! I shouldn't have misled you to the wrong road and all," Roxanne said, throwing on her most persuasive voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no. No, you shouldn't be treating. It's not your fault, and it's all sorted out now anyway", Paul smiled at Yvette, who shot him an 'ok' sign as she snapped her phone shut, mumbling under her breath about annoying secretaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So does that mean you're coming along?" Yvette asked, somehow managing to miraculously know all that's been going on while she was on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul smiled, a brillant white smile that lit up his face entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To Be Continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-116805686769744373?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116805686769744373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/glamourlicious-life-ep-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/116805686769744373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/116805686769744373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/glamourlicious-life-ep-6.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life: Ep 6'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-115751610251259983</id><published>2006-09-06T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:28:40.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life: Ep 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they didn't know where Jamieson Street was. In fact, they had never even heard of that place before today. Normally, they would just smile and say no, but this was an exception. The guy leaning out of the car's window had a tanned, chiseled jaw with small eyes that twinkled with pleasure. His blue and white striped Armani shirt could barely conceal his perfectly sculpted arms. His hair was mussed just right, to make it seem as though he just got up but in fact was definitely styled. Well-toned arms gripped the steering wheel as he threw them a shy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne turned back to face him, "Yeah sure! But I don't know how to direct you there. Cause its kinda complicated. How about I show you the way there?" she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sure! That would be great! Though I'm so terribly sorry for troubling you like that." he said sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne chimed up, "Don't worry, its no problem at all. We were planning to go in that direction anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light turned green. "Follow me!" Roxanne yelled as the car leapt forwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rox! What were you thinking? How are you planning to direct him there when you don't even know where it is?" Yvette exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax. I know what I'm doing. All I need to do is, direct him to Jurilian Street, and say that we mistook this for Jamieson Street. And, remember, Jurilian Street has a whole row of eateries. And now is..." she glanced at the clock on the dashboard, "Yeah, its slightly past lunch time, but I'll bet if we invite him to lunch with us he'd say yes." She turned and smiled triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, keep your eyes on the road!" Cheyenne prodded Roxanne with her professionally manicured finger."Yeah. I figured you had something up your sleeve so I just played along. And... oh my gosh! He's so hot! Could you imagine if we'd let him out of our sight just like that?" she snapped her fingers to emphasize her point. "That would have been a total waste. Smart move, Rox!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," she flipped her long auburn hair behind her shoulder, "By now, you all should know better than to doubt me. Isn't everything I do all for the good of us?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever you say, Rox." Yvette flipped her hand lazily as she admired the impossibly brillant blue sea they were whipping past. Living practically next to the beach was always a plus, she thought. One could never grow sick of what the beach had to offer, no matter what time of the day. In the morning, there were the most stunning sunrises, and come noon, it morphed to become a haven for sun worshipers, a place to see and be seen. At night, it meant utmost privacy, perfect for rendezvouses under the multiude of glittering stars. Which was what was probably going to happen soon enough if they played their cards right, she thought, unable to stop her mouth from turning up in a secret grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well girls, here we are. And now just leave things to me... Oh hi! I'm sorry I didn't get your name?" Roxanne held out her hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Paul. And you are?" he shook Roxanne's outstretched hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Roxanne and they are Cheyenne and Yvette."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne smiled and shook his hand,"Pleased to meet you," she said, turning on her charm. Their eyes met and for that split second, it seemed as if something magical was taking place, their gaze trained onto each other, but the moment was broken when Cheyenne finally managed to pull her gaze away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvette meanwhile,staying fabulously cool and distant, just smiled and nodded her head slightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, Paul, which part of Jamieson street are you looking for?"Roxanne asked, ever so innocently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its this little... hey! This isn't Jamieson street! It is... Jurilian street?"he turned around to face them with a puzzled look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh!"Roxanne replied, "You're right! Oh no! All I remembered was that this street started with a 'J' but I didn't realise it isn't the street you're looking for! I'm so sorry! I really thought..." she trailed off, shaking her head embarrassedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne and Yvette grinned at one another. Roxanne was such a good actress that she always managed to fool people who didn't know her well enough. Fortunately for Cheyenne and Yvette, they knew her too well to be fooled and could always tell when she was trying to fake her way out of any sticky situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn! I was supposed to be at Jamieson street for a job interview by noon! Now I'd never get the job. And Dad will kill me when he hears I totally blew off the interview that he had to specially arrange. Crap!" Paul clenched his fist angrily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls looked at one another. Boy. Were they in trouble or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-115751610251259983?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115751610251259983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/09/glamourlicious-life-ep-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115751610251259983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115751610251259983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/09/glamourlicious-life-ep-5.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life: Ep 5'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-115631600027275556</id><published>2006-08-23T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:32:51.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life Episode 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, the three of them stepped out of Marni, their arms full with the signature navy blue paperbags. Almost immediately, Roxanne's Ferrari came to a stop in front of them and the young, dark skinned valet got out, blushing slightly as he helped them with their bags. He struggled to arrange their bags nicely in the all too small boot, and blushed even more when Yvette decided to help him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne and Cheyenne just looked on, amused. Roxanne began, "You know what? I actually feel that Yvette and that poor boy actually look alright together. Isn't that funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! I noticed that too! Which is so weird since she's so glam and he's so not. He's kinda cute though..."Cheyenne answered, while observing both of them struggling to put in the very last bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I totally agree with you. Hmmm, anyway, since I just got my dress, I'd need accessories to go with it. But first stop, shoes! Let's go directly to Galliano's," Roxanne said as she dug around in her Loewe Amazonia bag for tips for the valet. "I'm sick of Jimmy Choos already. It seems as if everywhere I go, I see...Thanks!" She smiled as she handed a twenty dollar note to the tired out valet, "Everywhere I go, I see girls walking around in them, as if they own the world just because of their Jimmy Choos. Like, hello? Who among the rich and famous wears Jimmy Choos anymore these days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne mused, "That's true, now its so totally overrated, with all the fashion rags promoting it as 'The IT brand of the Year!'. And that's a pity cause I really like his designs, but if I buy his shoes, I'd probably see some other girl wearing it as well," she snorted in disgust, "Especially THEM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement was followed by murmurs of agreement amongst Yvette and Roxanne, as they instantly knew who Cheyenne was referring to. Because of their glamorous lives, the three tended to attract quite a lot of people to them, and while most of them had similar tastes and lifestyles, some were just nowhere near their league. Not surprising that these unsavoury characters tended to follow them wherever they went, and copying their every move. The group of four girls were called, Missy, Braye, Lena and Natalie, and even got boyfriends that annoyingly looked like the guys that they dated on and off before. From their hair colour to their dressing and right down to their pedicures, what 'The FAN-phewtic Four'-as Yvette decided to call them-saw, they copied. It was downright exasperating, seeing them flick their hair about and strut around like they had the world at their beck and call even when they were the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing in life was perfect and this was just a minor flaw in their almost perfect lives, only a small irritant, nothing to be bothered about. One flick of their hands and these pests would be gone, and the only reason the four girls were still around was because even though it was absolutely annoying having a bunch of leeches…no, copycat leeches, stuck to them all the while, they secretly enjoyed the attention they got. It was fun having people look at them everywhere they went and even more so when they were seen as more glamourous than they already were because they glittered in comparison to the four bimbotic girls who were giggling endlessly always a few steps behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they continued to chat and laugh at The Fan-phewtic Four, Roxanne brought the car slowly to a stop at a red light. 'Cool' by Gwen Stefani came on the radio, and being one of their favourite songs, Roxanne turned the volume up and when they were just into it, a black Lamborghini pulled up beside them. The driver wound down the window and a handsome face popped out. "Hi, by any chance do you know where Jamieson street is? I can't seem to find it on the map."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of them turned and looked at each other excitedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-115631600027275556?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115631600027275556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/08/glamourlicious-life-episode-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115631600027275556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115631600027275556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/08/glamourlicious-life-episode-4.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life Episode 4'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-115427686034807077</id><published>2006-07-31T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:38:45.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGL Episode 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just in time!&lt;/em&gt; Cheyenne thought as she swept her full lips with a last swipe of her favourite Chanel Levres Scintillers lipgloss in Pink Oyster, the hot new colour perfect for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne was always on time, she remembered. And she herself was late most of the time. Not that she did it on purpose, but that somehow, even if she planned to start getting ready early, she always ended up late because she needed to brush a few more strokes of mascara or prim somemore in her full length mirror. But, and there always was a but, if doing all that made her that much more beautiful, she had absolutely no qualms about it. She could get Roxanne her much loved Godiva chocolixir drink anytime to make up for it. That was a most certain soft spot for Roxanne, she knew, as Roxanne could never resist anything so chock-full of that sinful delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she ambled out of her door, she caught sight of a flash of fiery red metal, glinting at her in the warm sunrays. "Oh my God! Roxanne! You didn't tell me you got yourself a Ferrari! And isn’t this the 'invite-only', super rare model? You lucky pig, you. Why didn't you tell me before?" Cheyenne almost squealed in delight as she sank down into the soft leather seats, so comfy that she felt like she was sitting on nothing but air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! And did you know that she didn't even have to ask for it? Her dad simply bought it for her because he knew that she loved this exact shade of red the best. Like, how lucky is that?" Yvette said, while playfully smacking Roxanne on her arm. "I wish my Dad would know everything about what I like so I wouldn't have to ask for it. Just magically appear the next day or something. Now that would be cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne just smiled beneath her Gucci aviator sunglasses and floored the accelerator. She knew how lucky she was to have a father who knew her every whim and fancy and who even tried his best to fulfill them all. Though it kind of sucked when she hardly ever saw him, as he was forever so busy with work, always flying to exotic country after country. After all, her dad was a famous Hollywood director, and loved using locations that provided stunning backdrops. He always said that audiences would appreciate them, and it didn't hurt that he was a travel aficionado. This unconventional way of shooting his movies seemed to work however, as his movies were, most of the time a hit at the box office. This explained why her father could not be around her much, as movie making was a long and tiring process that can last up to 6 months at a go. But…who's complaining? Getting what she desired was all that is important to her. Other things didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spotted the turning for Madison Avenue, and swung the car in that direction. Before long, the three of them were out of the car and inside the cool comfort of the glass-fronted Marni boutique. Roxanne just knew she was going to find her perfect dress here and nothing could get between her and that dress. She felt it in all of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne breathed in deeply as soon as she stepped into the boutique. How she loved that smell, the light, fresh scent of lavender topped with a slight hint of patchouli. Marni wasn’t her absolute favorite boutique for nothing. Everything about it accused, 'You know you'll love me', from the Cosmopolitans she always got-free of charge of course-as soon as she stepped in, to their impeccable service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This honour was awarded to them because they seemed to be able to read her mind, and knew instinctively what she liked or not and provided the best suggestions. She always left the store laden with huge navy blue paper bags filled with dresses and skirts that she would probably wear only once or twice. Three times would mean that she really liked it. Four would mean love. The maximum number of times she would wear the same top would also never proceed beyond five since she would get tired of it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, wearing the top five times or more wasn't that easy, since she had a whole walk-in wardrobe full of clothes, bags and more shoes. It didn't help that she had a body that regular girls would die for, and she didn't even have to work out or diet in order to get it, so that she could wear anything and look good in everything, making it more difficult to find a reason not to buy whatever caught her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Rox! Come and take a look at this! It's practically made for you! I love its chiffon and silk combi, so luxurious looking but yet so light. You must go try this on. Here!" Yvette pressed the midnight black cocktail dress into Roxanne’s arms and pushed her towards the direction of the dressing rooms. "Now go!" she insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, alright! I'll go! I think it's really pretty too," Roxanne passed the dress to the store assistant waiting by her and grabbed a few more off the racks as she walked past. Now she was shopping. And trying on the dresses was only half the fun. She almost skipped to the dressing rooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-115427686034807077?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115427686034807077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/tgl-episode-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115427686034807077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115427686034807077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/tgl-episode-3.html' title='TGL Episode 3'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-115298187155262722</id><published>2006-07-16T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:20:36.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGL Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Glamourlicious Life: Episode 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yvette spritzed her favourite Kenzo Flower perfume on her wrist, and inhaled deeply. How she loved that smell, it reminded her of opulence and luxury, which reminded others of her wealth. It also brought back beautiful memories of her and her then boyfriend, Abe, frolicking in a field of blooming poppy flowers in Japan during springtime. Oh, how she loved that trip. Hours of doing nothing but lazing around in the sun, cuddling up with Abe in her hundred percent silk kimono made specially for her by the Grand Master of kimonos himself, Mr Kobaiishi. She could still remember the look Abe gave her when he saw her in it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was rudely awakened from her reverie by the sound of a horn outside her gate. It was Roxanne, right on time to pick her up for their almost-daily-but-not-really shopping trip. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she ambled towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," Roxanne smiled. Seeing her best friend was always a happy event. "Ready to lock and roll?" Laughter reverberated in the air as her extremely rare Enzo Ferrari-which she fell in love with as soon as she saw it-sped off with a squeal of tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lock and Roll' was one of their internal jokes. It was actually Cheyenne's mistake when lock and load was heard as lock and roll, and the three of them cracked themselves up over that mistake. Pretty typical of Cheyenne, who was always mishearing something or another, making that statement an instant hit amongst themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So where we gonna go today?" Yvette asked Roxanne once they were cruising down the highway, "TriBeCa? Marni? Miu Miu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't decided yet. Perhaps all three and more. Though Marni should have the type of dress I'm looking for, but we're definitely going to John Galliano for his shoes. They are sooo gorgeous." Roxanne mused over her decisions in her head and examined her choices, "Ok, maybe we'll go to Marni first, and then we’ll see, yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great choice! Marni's dresses are all so pretty! You're definitely going to get your dress there. I might get one too if I see one that I like." Yvette brushed her long lustrous hair away from her face and her Tiffany diamonds studded ring glittered in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the three of them had the exact same ring, where Roxanne was the first to fall in love with it, and when Cheyenne and Yvette saw how it glittered impossibly in any light, they also fell in love with it and went back to each buy the same ring. It then became their mark of friendship, a friendship ring. At first, they found having a friendship ring to be a little childish, but being the trendsetters and glamour chicks they were, they couldn’t care less. They knew that in a few weeks time, what currently deemed as childish would soon be fashionable as long as they were seen with it. The next thing they know, everyone will start getting friendship rings for all their friends. They always wore their rings when the three of them met, which served to cement their friendship even more. Of course, the attention that they got from the rings,not that they needed its help,was also why they wore it every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiery red Ferrari, Roxanne's darling colour, started to slow as it turned into Cheyenne neighbourhood. Cheyenne's large white pristine house, the biggest on the block, came into view quickly. Turning the car into its Europe-imported gravel driveway, Roxanne stopped the car expertly and beeped the horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                           TO BE CONTINUED......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-115298187155262722?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115298187155262722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/tgl-episode-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115298187155262722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115298187155262722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/tgl-episode-2.html' title='TGL Episode 2'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-115250721018568579</id><published>2006-07-10T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:18:00.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The Glamourlicious Life" : Episode 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne was still asleep on her Jaquard silk sheets when her platinum D&amp;amp;G cellphone rang. Her delicate nose wrinkled up in pure annoyance as she groggily reached for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" she half yelled into the phone. Who would be calling at this ungodly hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheyenne, time to get up you pig. There's no time to waste, so get up already," one of her best friends, Roxanne, chattered into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne groaned and took a look at the time. Already past noon. Damn. She overslept again. It was the third time this week she overslept and she couldn't understand why it was so. Could it be all the parties the past week? Maybe it was all the vodka tonics she had that was starting to take their toll on her. Yes. That must be it. Time to cut down on all her party-going. Definitely reject those parties held by those kids acting rich just because their Dad won the lottery or something. Only attend the coolest parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Cheyenne, don't you dare hang up on me you idiot, are you up yet? I will be bringing the car around later, so get ready by then. It's my turn to drive this week. I'm picking up Yvette on the way too, so I'll probably reach by two ok?" Roxanne paused to take a breath, and waited for an answer. "Hello? Cheyenne, are you there? Answer me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne finally managed to mumble, "Yeah, yeah, I hear you, alright? Where are we going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you forgot. Remember? Last week you promised to help me look for that killer dress for that dinner I have next week. I also plan to get a pair of gorgeous heels to match it. So we gonna be out the whole day. How could you forget?" Roxanne fumed into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, now I remember. Ok, Rox, don't get mad, I promise that, with my help, you'll be the hottest girl at the table." Cheyenne replied, trying to pacify Roxanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," Roxanne scoffed, "Even if I wear my sweats, I'm going to be the hottest girl there. I'm like, the only one below sixty there. Though hopefully there might be a cute nephew or two."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"And he'll be bowled over by you," Cheyenne continued, "So now let me get ready to hit the shops or else that won't happen. See you at two!" she flipped her phone shut and swung her legs off the bed and into a pair of soft satin bedroom slippers. It was time to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-115250721018568579?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115250721018568579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/glamourlicious-life-episode-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115250721018568579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115250721018568579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/glamourlicious-life-episode-1.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life Episode 1'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-115246029299417642</id><published>2006-07-09T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:17:47.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glamourlicious Life Prelude</title><content type='html'>Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the gala premiere of "The Glamourlicious Life", where you will watch and be entralled and captivated by the high life of society material girls, Cheyenne and her closest friends, Roxanne and Yvette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this screening, please feel free to call any one of the waiters around for whatever that you may need, be it champagne or just canapes with French-flown caviar, or even our speciality shrimp cocktail with foie gras on the side. However, we believe that anything we offer tonight will not match up to the glamour quotient of what you are going to preview, ahead of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, each and everyone of you should know that the only reason that you've received the invitation for this premiere is because you are someone who is worth knowing, someone who has everything you ever wanted in life, someone who lives up to the status of a glamour-lite. BUT, as you all already know, in all things worth attaining, someone has to set the mark for the rest to follow. Someone who is retrospect in that area and also, someone who can help you to maintain your status as one. Therefore, I strongly encourage all of you to watch this series very closely, because all the guidance you ever needed is right inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall not hold back the screening any longer than necessary, once again, if you need any assistance at all, just catch the attention of any of our staff, and us at The Waldorf Estoria will ensure that your needs are well adhered to. And, now... let the show begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BE CONTINUED......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-115246029299417642?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115246029299417642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/glamourlicious-life-prelude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115246029299417642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115246029299417642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/glamourlicious-life-prelude.html' title='The Glamourlicious Life Prelude'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-114611638612815294</id><published>2006-06-14T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:40:22.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Revival</title><content type='html'>I've been observing the fashion trends these few months, and noticed something really quite odd. 70s fashion is back, and in full force. Usually a retro revival just refers to the return of the a-gogo white knee-high boots, or just geometric prints on v-necked schoolgirl sweaters. However, in this case, almost the whole outfit is brought back from the dead, most certainly not all put back together; aka The Stepford Wives, but just separated in parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see what I mean... Read on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Oh so dotty! - The new retro edge in fashion: The polka dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read it right. Polka dots are back, and this does not mean Dalmations 3 is coming out. (Or is it Dalmations 4?). In a major way this season, dots are seen on clothing everywhere, from the catwalk to the street. They are the epitome of 70s fashion sweeping the nation right now, from Jackie O style sunglasses to the vintage ear studs and the wide headbands (see story below) and now the polka dot. So whimsical yet youthful but so superbly classic at the same time, how can one NOT love it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="361" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/dpblouse.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="360" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/hobbsspot.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if you're slightly fashioned inclined, you would realise that wearing it is not as simple as putting on a second skin. Most importantly, you need to check out your body shape. If you're those of a petite/skinny range, most spotty patterns can fit you just well. But if not, best to keep to small spots so that your body size is not exaggerated. Also, you must NOT wear spots from head to toe. Keep it simple, only 1 item of clothing should be spotty.That also goes to mean that no clashing patterns like geometric squares on your pants with polka dots as your top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Headbands&lt;br /&gt;Seen on beautiful golden hair, wide headbands can bring a whole new dimension to your look. Instantly giving you the sweetie pie look or if you are a hair maestro in the making, a preppy girl meets sex kitten look. However, if you do not have luscious long gold locks, making the headband work for you can still be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/hrbnd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seen on celebs everywhere, the headband is yet another manifestation of the retro revival trend. Remember those days when headbands were used for keeping your hair out of your face while... you wild-and-hot chick rode in a convertible next to your equally as hot and rich boyfriend, and just let fly with your vocal chords as you cruise down main street with envious looks all around? Well now, not many do that, but still, someone like Paris Hilton probably uses her headband for that sole purpose. But for the more practical rest of us, (how ironic), we dont really use it to keep hair from sticking onto our highly-glossed lips when the wind blows, but instead, to redefine our heiress/classic retro looks that have been all the rage as mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that needs to be done is to buy one headband (or many if you cant choose), and then putting our hair up into a small bun at the centre (not too high or too low)back of our heads. (please, no BIG auntie style buns, just small or medium sized ones) Then, slot in your headband, make sure theres no stray hair flying about, and tada! You're ready to go. Chic and polished within minutes. Now, isnt that the most Audrey Hepburn thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Small waisted look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another 70s look remodernized here. Seems like retro is really the new black... no? Particularly used on shapeless dresses, it can also be used on long tees as well, and are mainly used to give you womanly curves even if you don't really have any, so basically, flattering for most. Because you cant walk around in tents flapping at your knees, the waisted belt is a must have, and remember, always choose one in a shade that wont clash with what you're wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="353" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/reese.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="372" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/SJP.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current rage is patent waisted (or even hipster) belts. As seen in boutiques and online stores, these lovely shiny patent belts are the hippest(sorry about the pun!)belt to carry off this summer. By seeing the way they FLY off the shelves, you KNOW that you must get one. I've got the one in white, and looking for one in fiery red. If anyone knows of where to get one, you know where to reach me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-114611638612815294?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114611638612815294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/retro-revival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/114611638612815294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/114611638612815294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/retro-revival.html' title='Retro Revival'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-115012010642139729</id><published>2006-06-12T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:50:19.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Love It</title><content type='html'>This might come as surprising to all of you out there, but this is true. I just realised how much I love shopping on my own. Not that I am anti-social or anything but I realised how much more effective it would be shopping on my own.Even how shopping with fellow fashionistas would be much of a blast, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, shopping alone to me lets me have more free run of the entire mall, without having to stop at stores I dont wish to enter and abling me to spend more time in shops I love, while dashing in and out of shops that doesn't look that enticing to me. Also, if I am in a rush, I can walk as fast as my legs can take me without having to care who I leave behind in the dust. Most importantly, I can make my own decisions on what to get, without being affected by people's opinions. Even though this might cause me to regret my rash decisions later on, at least at that very moment when I'm paying, I have no reservations about whether it would look nice on me or just hanging in the closet. So its pretty worth it for that burst of joy I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my realisation when shopping in KL over the weekend. Originally, I was following my 2 aunts and my mom around in the cool new shopping mall, 1 Utama. At first I thought it would be fine to shop along with them because they were also shopping for clothes. I didnt knew how wrong I was. When they entered a store, they could spend like, over 15 mins in it, when I would spend only 5 mins max. Unless its a really big store with lots of clothes that would take more than 5 mins to even look through all. Otherwise, its less than 10 mins in any store I enter. I wanted to shake them off when I wasted a whole 15 mins in this store that didnt have much to see. But I couldnt seem to do so as they said it wasnt necessary. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I couldnt take it anymore, I somehow managed to get them off my back, and in that time, I got a pair of candy striped shorts (dont ask me how much) and a pretty yellow-brown suede bag for only 20 ringgit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left them, I felt immensely relieved, as if a huge load had been lifted off me, because I didnt have to waste precious shopping time in boring stores. That was when the lightbulb lit up. I KNEW that shopping alone was good, in fact, beneficial for my shopping soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO denying it, shopping with friends can prevent impulse buys (but not always, tho we'll leave this for some other time), and can help make wiser decisions, saving your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, who wants that?????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole fun lies in impulse decisions... the splashing out of your shiny card to pay for some dangerously overpriced item that you might not even need. When the item gets bagged, and you sign your receipt with a flourish, the feeling is GREAT. You feel like yelling out-whoopee!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder theres a saying that goes, shopping is better than sex. I totally believe that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-115012010642139729?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115012010642139729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-i-love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115012010642139729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/115012010642139729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-i-love-it.html' title='How I Love It'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-114520062885846790</id><published>2006-04-16T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:34:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Love Them</title><content type='html'>I disappeared from Singapore for 3 days over the Good Friday weekend cause I went on a mission trip with my youth group to Endau, Malaysia, and now that I'm back, I'm sad to say I didnt enjoy myself as much as I expected to. But, I certainly did have lots of fun and sad to say, I kinda miss the trip. I wish the trip was longer, but yet, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start from the beginning to avoid confusing everyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, I was so excited about the trip cause it would be 3 almost-full days of fun with all my best friends with me and unlike usual camps, no 1 message per day which can frankly sometimes be kinda dull. I loved this as it meant more time for fun, and the added interest was that the Malaysian youths would be joining us for 1 and a 1/2 day. I knew I was planning the games, so all the better, cuz I would be able to observe the gameplay and maybe torture some poor people. Also, there was a slight chance that the Malaysian boys would be good-looking, not all definitely, not even half, maybe a handful. But I kinda doubted it, cuz Malaysian boys arent really my type. But who cares? Eye candy would certainly up the interest factor, so it would be interesting to see if there are any cute ones there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, all my favourite people, Nate, John, Elijah, Sam were going as well, so with them around, things would never be dull. And lastly, Andrea, Abi and I were going up to Malaysia in Adrian father's car, which meant.... possibly more info... and well, MORE juicy news, which translated to advancing a step in my "Revealing The True Self" aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip up was not too bad, music in the car was good, (his mum IS pretty hip!), and weather was perfect, not too hot, and not raining, so andrea and I talked almost the whole way up. I learnt ALOT of stuff from her. Most of it bad and which made me mad, but not bad enough to spoil my mood. Rest of the conversation, (or those I rem) was about the games we were planning later and also about some other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had dinner at a seafood place near the church where we were going to spend 2 nights in, the food was so-so, and we ate quite little. Cuz we couldnt finish the food on our table, I suggested the number game, and some food was cleared that way. Then I kena-ed, and evil Hanson poured almost 1/4 of the cuttlefish onto my plate. I thought I could die from being too stuffed, when everyone around me pitied me and helped me finish it. So kind! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the church, settled down and played the Queen of Sheba game.It was funny, especially the most creative lyricist part, where they had to change the lyrics to the same song, Just The Girl by Click 5. The most number of drunken elephants was funny too, where there was 3 rounds, and the final winner was Sam, where he turned 15 rounds and did 3 star jumps plus drink a cup of water in 41 secs, beating the runner-up by 3 seconds. The sexiest pose was also side-splitting funny, cuz of Hanson and his Marilyn poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morn, we went for prata and bak kut teh, and I ended up being the only girl at the prata side, the rest of them went for bak kut teh. It was nice tho, when I complained about the amount of oil in my curry and Nate offered to swap with me. I was pretty touched. Then we went back for song practice which was oh so tiring.Where Pastor Alby, being ever the perfectionist, demanded repeat performances for like hours. Then, the Malaysian youths arrived for games. They did the icebreakers, and it was those same-old, same-old games, fun but b-o-r-i-n-g. The youths there also were typically Malaysian, a little more rough than we are used to, I'm ashamed to say, but i didnt really like them. We played a few rounds of H20, the game I was looking forwards to cuz of the now large number of youths to play the game. Unabashedly, I LOVED the music I made a CD of. Such a 'running' CD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played Truth or Dare, but lucky Sam, Nat and me, who were sitting below the fan, didnt kena any, cuz the fan kept blowing the bottle in the opposite direction. Ha! Then came the highlight of the night, where we played 'LipSync Idol', and Fabian brought the house down with his antics. He lipsync-ed to Click 5's Just The Girl and 'danced'. Some smart aleck asked him to strip, and he pretended to... by pretending to unbutton his shirt, and then pulling off his pants... and then his underwear.. I mean,.. how crazy is that?? All of us couldnt stop laughing. They were still laughing a day later. Andrea, Jolene, Amanda and I did PCD's Dont Cha, and I must say, we didnt do it according to plan, so it looked quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also planned to sabo the guys that night, so we tried to stay awake, too bad some guys also couldnt sleep, and tried to join us. But I quickly put an end to that. And so we slept for about an hour, and then got up to do our job. Too bad john and elijah woke up, as well as hanson, or it would be more interesting. The 2 best 'dollies'? Nat and Sam. Didnt move at all... so we graffitied them to our hearts content. :) We didnt get any sleep after that, so we sat up talking for the next 2 hours plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we were so tired we could hardly think, and resulted in my forgetting to pack some quite important stuff for the beach games. The beach games became a blur to me, but I woke up as soon as they dumped me into the water. And smashed 2 eggs on 2 people's heads.Haha!! I got dumped with ice cold water as well as 2 attacks of sand. Ewww... I never knew how bad it is for sand in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, Abi, Andrea and I slept the whole way and woke up only when we're back in JB. We had a nice dinner and only managed to walk to 1 shop in the whole of Jusco, before we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the trip was a great one as we managed to bond even better with one another, and made closer friendships. Too bad about the crude Malaysian youts tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shop in JB!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-114520062885846790?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114520062885846790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-love-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/114520062885846790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/114520062885846790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-love-them.html' title='I Just Love Them'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-114338498946361542</id><published>2006-03-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:56:29.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Musings Part 1</title><content type='html'>Inspired out of my laziness to blog by yanling, decided to blog as well. LOTS of things to say, thats why I keep putting it off, but then again, its a vicious cycle aint it? cuz the more the days pass by w/o an entry, the more memories acculmulate in my already sieve-like mind. So i'd better get down to it. Well, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AUSTRALIA trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally far out fun! The most freedom I ever had in all my teen years. No parents to nag or restrict what I can do or cannot, where I want to go or cannot. Also, BEST time in my entire dull and dreary life, where we 3 best friends get to share a hotel room, and talk and do the most crap ever. Example of funny/crappy/stupid moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: The Incident of The Candy Bar in The Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were bored after a day of shopping (take note,and i mean a DAY... cuz the shops close at 5pm!!! oh the horror!!!!!), and we decided to go play a game or two at the pool table downstairs. We trooped down happily, jangling coins in our pockets. After an intense game with the promeister at pool, Rachel Lee, we decided to take a break and watch yanling at her car racing game in the mini arcade next to the pool table. Before we knew it, 2 guys stole the thunder from under us. They took control over the pool table. Darn. WE shoulda stayed at the table. Oh well. We then decided to go up. Just before we walked to the lifts, the snack monster in me ran over to the vending machine to take a look at the tempting-licious display, and I saw this Kinder Bueno candy bar hanging onto the rack by its tail (tail end of the packet). Hey! This means free chocolate bar! So I hit the machine to try to dislodge it. After many unsuccessful tries, it stayed stuck there stubbornly so I gave up and walked away from the machine. Yanling and Rachel were watching with amusement, and then Rachel decided to give it a go. She slipped in between the machine and the wall and for a moment, I thought she was trying to do something totally lame when she bumped her butt, once, hard against the side of the vending machine. Yanling and I burst out laughing cuz we didnt think she would actually use her butt, when the stuck candy bar fell gracefully down into the collection pocket. We doubled over in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: The Incident of The TV Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night in which we were bored in the hotel room. We decided to watch television, and turned it on to find this Brainiest Quizmaster show on TV. The competitors were all very strong and had previously won similar quiz shows before like Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?. As we watched, it came down to the final 3. And Rachel started by saying, I bet that this guy will win, and pointed to a young but bald guy who was very lucky all throughout, from being at the last to the top ranking in merely 1 round. My eyes sparkled with mischief and fun as I rememered how past betting experience turned out to be. (FUN! more of that in yanling's blog *if u're reading this, go write about it!! I CANT possibly write everything right??*) So I said, No, I think its this guy, who won Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? and was really good at his special subject, History, getting up to full marks!! Then, as Yanling was left with the last guy, she had no choice but to take him. Rachel performed her little victory dance in segments throughout the show, because her guy got all his special subject questions correctly, and remembered most of the numbers of them. Yanling kept yelling at her guy the numbers he should choose, because he kept forgetting them. And Rachel cheered loudly each time her guy scored. I could feel the level of competition heating right up in that very room. Finally, came the results. It was a tie! Then, they entered the tie breaker section, and the tension was mounting cause the question chose ultimately decided their fate. Guess who won? It was yanling's guy. We all cracked up cuz yanling proudly 'showed off' to Rachel on how her guy won, and how she deserved all the credit cause no one (which meant Rach and I) wanted him, and she had no choice but to take him in, how much of a 'poor thing' he was, and yet she still supported him. Furthermore, with the memory of the bet NOT hazy in our minds, Rach losing a bet brought on a truckload full of memories that made us ( or at the very least, me) crack up all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, thats the two incidents where we had fun even in the hotel room, which shows how crappy/lame we can get when we're together. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. More on life in Singapore when I get the calling to write again. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-114338498946361542?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114338498946361542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/trip-musings-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/114338498946361542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/114338498946361542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/trip-musings-part-1.html' title='Trip Musings Part 1'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-113913737613782961</id><published>2006-02-05T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:42:58.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days to.......</title><content type='html'>4 more days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can HARDLY wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then after im there. time would probably FLY... no... HURRICANE past like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be pretty annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like i ALMOST dun want to go yet. So it wont be OVER so soon. Sounds darn right silly right???????? But i swear. Its what i think sometimes. I know its so totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case you all dun noe what im talking about... im referring to my trip with yanling and rachel to australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE trip i've been waiting for since june 2005. Gosh. How many months is that?? Almost 8 months. Now you see why i dont want it to be over so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i'll cry when im on the plane home. Im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Lets not talk about depressing stuff. On to preparations for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going pretty well. The 3 of us have bought MOST of the stuff we need for the trip. Like bags, shoes and summer clothes... yada yada... Hot pants, bikinis, visors (or caps), spaghetti tops, and my fav. LAVERA'S AFTER SUN SHIMMER LOTION!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its this after sun moisturizer that has little glittery bits in it, so that when i rub it all over my sun goddess browned body after a glorious day of lying on the beach, I will look exactly like those models on summer wear magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Maybe not the models exactly, but my 'skin' would look like theirs. Way cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we spent most of our money on shopping in singapore. I mean, buying all those shorts, bags, sun lotion and stuff has totally drained our $$ resources that we worked so hard for. Geez. I overspent in just 2 days alone. The money WAS supposed to go towards our AUSTRALIA SHOPPING FUND. Now I dunno how much we can actually bring. At first, it was just yanling who overspent by...... lets just say quite alot, then rach and me. where we spent our money on 2 zara tee shirts each plus shoes. Its totally insane. Shopping here has taken on a whole new identity called 'criminal' or 'sin' or 'illegal'. All these brilliant words were thought up by the smart rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho now I really cant wait to go there where it would be 'legal' (in rach's terms), to shop like nobody's business. Our budget there WAS $1500 for ALL expenses there. Not inclusive of hotel or airtickets as well as theme park and 2 other attraction tickets. But now i think the max we can bring is $1000. Which might seem quite alot but in fact may not be enough. Considering how we can spend $300 in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We will be setting off this sunday night. A 9pm Qantas flight. If  any you kind souls would like to see us off, you can come to the airport around that time i suppose. But i guess thats only if you're VERY bored and have nothing to do or want us to do something for you there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Wish us luck and till i return, bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-113913737613782961?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113913737613782961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/4-days-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113913737613782961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113913737613782961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/4-days-to.html' title='4 days to.......'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-113824544497855791</id><published>2006-01-26T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:17:24.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Cant believe how stressful working in an F&amp;B industry is. I mean... you'll HAVE to get everything right or risk getting scolded. And its so tiring rush from table to table, listening to ocmplaints or grouses. And HOW i hate it when you're obviously DAMN busy with all the plates and everything and some idiotic indian guy calls you to attend to him. I took their orders, and I thought it was pretty good since i wasnt too sure about the menu. Only that i missed out on the sauces. I even brought their stupid 'bread rolls' for them. To eat with sea bass. How D.U.M.B is that??At least I got everything right. Just that they didnt get their wine until quite a while later cuz cant they see that everyone is so so busy???And considering we have to take the bottle of wine from ALL THE WAY donwstairs. Could they for goodness' sakes pls wait??? Its not like it was 30 mins late. At least I dont think im the one they complained abt but it was the long wait for calamari that got them pissed. Oh whatever. Just shut up n go away .If they want fast, go to a fast food centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im definitely working only till 2nd. But now I dont even want to work tomorrow. Dunno how im gonna take 5 more days of this. But i need the money for my trip . This is the only reason why i work. So for the sakes of AUSTRALIA, im gonna press on. Just 5 more days. I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit tho. I havent been working as hard as yanling or rach. Rach works day at shopnsave, and night together with me at scarlet hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW, if any of the customers are reading this... DONT come to breeze restaurant. Stay far far  away. Waiters (not only me) curse behind your backs I've heard more than enough to last me a month and i've worked only 3 days there. And I see some staff spitting into the food also. So unless you want to taste some cleaner's saliva, dont come. Even the manager curses behind your backs. So what can I say? ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.. the staff smokes even when they are working. How HYGIENIC is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not defaming Breeze. But every word of this is what i saw and heard. I havent gone to the stage where i start to curse the f word behind customer's backs yet. But if they push me enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to how yanling and rach are so much mroe hardworking than me. I dunno how yanling can take it working daily. even if its not a highly stressed job like mine. I? rather stay at home to slack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-113824544497855791?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113824544497855791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113824544497855791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113824544497855791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-113621596293613074</id><published>2006-01-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:32:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Yr Resolution</title><content type='html'>OK. This is a BIG step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new yr resolution for 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Makeover ALL the people around me who have potential to look hot, but are sadly lacking in it currently bcuz of their dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Thats why i  said this is a BIG step. I dunno HOW on earth im gonna do that. Limited funds. Unless people plan to finance me. Or else. Its gonna be difficult to keep this resolution. But at least i have faith that it could probably work. How??? Birthday presents. I will be getting birthday presents for all these people and i will get them cool clothes. Or some voucher for hair services. Or similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that im crazy to think im so great a stylist that I can change them from duds to studs? Yes. I admit. Im not as good as I sound. But hair and other stuff is gonna be done by a stylist. So it will be good for sure. All im gonna do is recommend clothes that will look good. Its pretty easy. For some of them, i can just get nice looking tees. MUCH better than the loose or plain or ugly pictures or patterned ones they always wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, i'll start with my fav guy. Nate. He's where i got my inspiration for this resolution from so he's deserves to be the 1st. Since sunday when i saw him walk in with this long sleeved navy blue tee with some cool sporty desgins on it, I was surprised at how good he actually looked, compared to all his previous tshirts. They are all so SAME, so drab and so plain B-O-R-I-N-G. So sloppy. Now, so much smarter looking. The words tumbled out of my mouth, "Hey! You look cool today!" in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I guess that shows how surprised i was at the BIG difference a nice tee shirt can make. And he told me it is from FOX. Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a side note:  Fox men are hot. Especially the one gracing its ads. Woah. So it means tt a long as guys choose stuff from Fox, they are bound to look good. And remember, i mentioned guys who can look good but lacking in dress sense, so guys that just cant make it...... sorry there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd would be dan. I know, i saw him as my nemesis and all... but i wont turn away potential people. So he's on the list too. And hes getting to be nicer n stuff so...... yea. He has great potential. Tho this might need more tweaking on areas no one can touch. Not any pro. His character. A little too conservative if you ask me. Too goody two shoes. Too Mr Happy-Staying-At-Home. Difficult to give him the spunk he needs to complete his possible makeover. You need the right attitude to carry off the makeover or else it'll just be wasted on him. Hmmmm... maybe a few lessons would be in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd would be reuben. But he may need to grow up more before I start on him. So nothing i can say here as all the analysing will be left to much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th is jeremy. He has nice hair now so he shouldnt change that. But keep to it. His fashion sense is A LITTLE off. But there are times where i've seen him in cool tees, so maybe its just that time that he looked sloppy. But then again, no excuse for looking drab, especially when hes out where potential dates are aplenty. So, update his wardrobe n throw away all the sloppy ones. One more thing. He needs to lose MORE weight. Hes lost quite a lot already, but not enough. More would be in order. Like until hes Nate's size. But he doesnt have to get his type of muscles. Too much work and too bigorexic plus manorexic. Too much. Manorexic would already kill him. So leave the bigorexia to some other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th person I really dunno. John maybe. But his would mean a TOTAL revamp cuz his WHOLE look needs change. Hes much too 'beng' for little change to do much difference. His attitude, his hair, his dressing.... basically the whole package. Too financially draining as its impossible to change all with just 1 gift. Must think of a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. That'll be all. Enough for a whole yr. Ok. Maybe I can accomodate 1 more. Who ever wants me to help them.... send in your applications by my email. I will choose 1 lucky person. Hit me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-113621596293613074?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113621596293613074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-yr-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113621596293613074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113621596293613074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-yr-resolution.html' title='New Yr Resolution'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-113592559485124839</id><published>2005-12-30T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:53:14.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/37JgZmYdxJI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG..... This is HOT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont be fooled by the beginning of this video. The quality might be bad, but its still a video worth your watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those who hate jolin... dont turn this off.. cont to watch... OBVIOUSLY i dont want you to see her. Its the 2nd celeb that joins her later on in this video is who i want you to see. Look at their combined dance after. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wooh...HOT! ESPECIALLY the very last part. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All i can say is... I wish i were her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People, watch for yourselves and you'll understand.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-113592559485124839?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113592559485124839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113592559485124839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113592559485124839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-113478764291420712</id><published>2005-12-17T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:47:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZOKkZ5y5fs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool mv of sang woo inside!! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be patient.. takes a while to load.. very movie-ish... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thr characters are: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the girl is Hyori Lee, she's pretty. All her clothes are GORGEOUS!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 1st guy is Eric.. from some korean band... dunno where... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the bad guy (aka mafia) is sang woo!!! looks cool with the dreadlocks... ;) and I LOVE his car!! And his suaveness!! Gosh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me what you all think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-113478764291420712?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113478764291420712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/cool-mv-of-sang-woo-inside-be-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113478764291420712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113478764291420712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/cool-mv-of-sang-woo-inside-be-patient.html' title=''/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-113444703667402808</id><published>2005-12-13T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:10:36.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs</title><content type='html'>Phew. Am soooo tired. Cant believe i spent the last few days doing absolutely nothing but yet fee so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example yesterday. I woke up early cuz I had to go to Alexander Hospital to check on my wisdom tooth and get the letter from the doctor to claim my insurance money.... (we get $600!...woohoo!!) and was so tired that when i reached home, after lunch, I fell asleep immediately on the bed, only to be awaken by my mom that whether i wanted to go to the library and she would fetch me. I did. and i borrowed lots of books!!! (the library doubled the borrowing limits! so now I can borrow twice as much. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home... rested a while, then went for a swim. It was nice cuz the weather was so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I went to the airport to send off my aunty and family to UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fell asleep as soon as i reached home. But STILL tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weird thing is.... I didnt do anything at all today!! NOthing! Nada, zilch... I didnt even plan my games for camp like i was supposed to. Sigh. I think i will finish the games today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i'll probably tire myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What can a girl DO to get SOME rest here?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I have to do lots of stuff. I need to put up the christmas tree.. go shopping for christmas presents.... haha... parents paying me to shop for them!!! :) Not that I'm so evil to ask them for money, but since they're willing.... or maybe i think i will be a good girl this christmas and dont ask them to pay me. Since my father's gonna pay me for some work he wants me to do. Yea. Guess thats what im gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Since everyone is talking about jobs.... let me update on whats happening. This guy at church, bernard, he's helping me look out for jobs. I dunno hows he going to do that, but he said he would. Haha. I even told him not ot hurry cuz I would only start working in Jan. Cuz thats when my money would probably run out. And even if he doesnt find one for me, I can always go to nydc to help steffie out. :) Since shes working there, she would probably get wind of all the available job openings. Also, one of the companies my uncle works in can get me a job, and its in a radio station!! how cool is that! :) But the job i really would love is recommended by steffie's friend, sheila. She works there freelance and the job? To plan camps!!! Since i've been planning camps for the past years, this job should be easy money. And I've heard they pay a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many jobs. So little time. Which should I chose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I'll probably be going to zouk or momo tml night. Steffie's got connections and she says we'd probably get free drinks AND entry! Thats why she went clubbing 4 times last week without blowing her wallet. Smart girl. Oh, in case you're reading this, steph.... bring me to THAT bar!! (*WINK* you know which one im referring to, cute guys galore!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-113444703667402808?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113444703667402808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113444703667402808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113444703667402808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/jobs.html' title='Jobs'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-113402118225701425</id><published>2005-12-08T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:53:02.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some musings</title><content type='html'>My very 1st entry after the exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, i seem to be more busy AFTER exams than before. But i guess its mainly due to the non-stop tv and dvd watchings... the trips overseas.... yada yada... Tho this is not the topic of my entry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. the truth be told, i definitely did not 'enjoy' myself as much as tzu qun or yanling or siew... getting to take photos with their crushes... (3 cheers to them for being able to rack up so much courage to ask their crushes for photographs) But, I couldn't cuz i was worried that i would create much unnecessary trouble from the girlfriend's side and I simply wasn't able to bring up that ounce(oops..i meant ton) of courage to ask him. BUT, the good thing was, i aint too sad... probably cuz his allure is slowly draining away. So.. not much of a big regret whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger regret was probably on my dress and hair. I saw so many others with dresses that were stunning... and that I would have paid any amount to get it. Comparing mine to them was a no show... I clearly lost. My hair was initially quite nice... tho later on.. i realised that I should have asked the hair stylist for the other style that I like much more. Not that I asked for this hairstyle.. he designed it for me. And also... too bad that my hair is still so short... or else I could pull off much more styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back.. for me to be FULLY satisfied with my dress and hair required the type of dress that.. "dont buy will die" (phrase courtesy of tzu qun), absolutely gorgeous type of dress and hair that I fell in LOVE with IMMEDIATELY. As both of mine werent the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. To me, that was the larger regret. Not the no photograph thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this other regret that ranks greater than the no photograph thingy but smaller than the dress and hair... but THAT'S a secret. Tho all i can divulge is something to do with taking photographs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the coolest thing that took place that night wasnt at the prom.. it was at Momo... where we partied till dawn. (Tho.. compared to the 3 above who got a photograph with their idols, mine was really nothing)&lt;br /&gt;Just that Julian Hee (not the actor, just a code name for this cute guy who looks like him) spoke to us. Twice. And (for some weird reason) we ignored him both times. But still.. it was cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cut down on it. Spent too much on prom. And in bangkok. Where there were streets full of stuff to buy. And I bought a gazillion items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not to forget, the cute guys seen! Too many to count. I also noticed that girls there were all really pretty and chic and fashionable. Which finally explains why singapore girls are critized for their dress sense cuz all the girls there are really fashionable. Not like 1 in every 3 girls in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I must cut down on excessive spending till i get a job. Which will only be next year. Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-113402118225701425?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113402118225701425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113402118225701425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/113402118225701425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-musings.html' title='Some musings'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-112770201361204392</id><published>2005-10-19T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:00:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Must Buy Fashion Items</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Top 10 Must Have Fashion Trends This Year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Long beaded necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;THE must have accessory of the year. Completes your plain top with just the right dash of class and uber chic. Also great for shorter girls as it lengthens your torso. Comes in a myriad of colours, styles and designs. The easiest and safest types to carry off are the basic fully beaded ones in black or white. Beads can be pearls, or normal roundish plastic beads or those that are multi-faceted. However, if you are more confident, you could try brightly coloured and textured necklaces, like those that look like big round sweets stuck in a sheer stocking. Tho if you don't really know how to match, keep far far away from those and keep it simple or risk looking like a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/neckCourteneyCox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Metallic bags or shoes&lt;br /&gt;Metallic is the IN colour of the year. Seen everywhere this year, on bags, shoes and belts. Best on shoes and bags. Especially on covered shoes like pumps. Bags are also the hot matching item of the metallic scheme. Sling these eye catching bags on your shoulder, and accesorize your look, be it boho, or the party girl look. However, DO let it be the centepiece of your outfit, and NOT compete with it using sequinned tops or heavily decored tops or bottoms. Let it speak for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="357" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/starbyjulienmcdon.jpg" width="226" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="363" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/beltperforatedgold.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Big chunky wooden bangles&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me. I got 1 of these at a flea market for only $1! And ever sicne I bought it, it has appeared on celebrities arms everywhere and they wear it by piling it on. 2 to 3 bangles on one arm. It can come in a range of colours and designs,either as a shiny wooden gloss, the au naturel colour, or the painted pink, green, orange ones and the prettiest ones are those with cute flowery designs encircled on it. Matches great with the gypsy look, long flowing skirts and spaghetti tops. Multiple necklaces aka No.1, can also go with this accessory and will not be OTT like if you matched multiple necklaces to long chandelier earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Oversized Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Pop one of this one and instantly glam up your look. Be it those with the cool white rims or diamente studded sides or even the plain old reflective dark ones. Oversized = Good. Match these with a blazer jacket that's really hot these days, and put on some killer stilettoes, bound to get double or even triple glances down your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/parishiltonhat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Stud (button) Earrings&lt;br /&gt;Chandelier earrings are on their way out. The best ear accessory are now the ear studs, BIG ear studs, aka the 70s or 80s, where pastel colours and glossy plastic anything was hip. Tho this fashion trend is toned down a little where this pastel glossy trend is relegated to your ear studs. Ear studs can bascially be anything. Large bling ones, small 'flowers', real buttons, or just those that are like plain plastic thigmajigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Blazer Jackets&lt;br /&gt;A must for your wardrobe. Get it in any colour, be it white, black or tweed and even leather or PVC. Wear this over a flirty camisole or a pretty tube top. Serious but naughty, and a balance between formal and casual. In fact, matches with anything! As long as your blazer is fitted. Not lose around your waist or end up looking like a hassled office secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Sashes&lt;br /&gt;Anything made of cloth that can be pulled around your skirt or jeans loops would classify as sashes. It cuts the line of vision into half, and sets off your look, if you're just going out to grab a coffee, and don't want to look too dressed up or too simple looking either. Tie up the sash nicely, as people's eyes will be drawn immediately to it. Best bets are those that Giordano used to stock. The satin 'ribbons' goes well with anything and jeans are the best for that chic but relaxed look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/misslurexherringboneshorts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Mini skirts&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty old fashion already, but stil part of 2005's earlier fashion trends. Comes in many different designs to suit all your different looks, and the most important part of this trend is to have long, slender legs that are shiny and smooth and free from hair. Its important that your shoes must be pretty as well... which brings us to the next trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Pointed Heels&lt;br /&gt;White, black and metallic are the only colours that should go onto these pointed ones. Not neon colours like green or pink or yellow. It just spoils that classiness from wearing a pair of those shoes. Elongates your feet and tapers the vision down to a point really helps to give the illusion of class and height. So don't be too surprised if you feel as tho you're towering above the rest of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="346" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/Voldorgold.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="346" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/jimmychoosboots.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Babydoll dresses/tops&lt;br /&gt;Ever since this came out, it caused a whole new sensation in the fashion world. The shrugs entered the picture because of these tops, and never failed to satisfy each and every girl. These tops flatters most body shapes because of the smocked area on the top. Also, since something had to be worn under blazers or shrugs, these were the people's 1st option on the list. Furthermore, it can come in the loudest colours, but were still accepted as the blazers could tone them down considerably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-112770201361204392?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112770201361204392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/top-10-must-buy-fashion-items.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112770201361204392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112770201361204392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/top-10-must-buy-fashion-items.html' title='Top 10 Must Buy Fashion Items'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-112945904485056827</id><published>2005-10-16T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T01:02:41.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Wear</title><content type='html'>The 2SB2 class trip to the beach taught me something to NEVER do. Nope. Its not confessing everything about carpet to a hormone-raging (even this would be mild) teenager by the name of justin, neither is it about not being prepared in case I get dumped into the sea, tho it would do well to be well prepared like anh. The bikini goddess herself. However, it has certain links to the 2nd event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taught me to NEVER EVER wear a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spaghetti top with your bikini strings peeking out from under and going across your neck, followed by a pair of shorts. I will NEVER be caught dead at the beach with that. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its simple. Overload. Too much of anything is terrible. Even if it was a good thing in the first place, which is certainly NOT the case. I mean, originally, when I saw girls wearing like thus, i thought that it was a pretty cool beach attire. But not brilliant of course. Tho it was acceptable. Since it was never a fabulous thing to start with, too much of it is certainly overkill, overload. Whatever. Just basically OTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  mean, everywhere on the vast beach I look, I see girls decked out in exactly the same attire. BLACK spaghetti tops over a colourful bikini. It would be nice(r) if the spaghetti tops at least had SOME variation of colour. But no... everywhere I turn, its the same. Just like...... clones. Where's the style in this? They might as well wear uniforms to the beach for goodness sake. The only people who had semblance of a style were the Japanese girls. Even tho it wasnt exactly beach wear, but still... MUCH better than the clones uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the fashionistas call Singapore's sense of dressing, drab, boring and the same. Now I get it. It must be terribly frustrating for them to see the same style (should we even call it that?) everywhere. No doubt, we're (are we still?) the shopper's paradise of Asia, but I dont see how this is reflected in our dressing. Compare ourselves (at least when we WERE the shopper's paradise) to shopping hotspots like chic Paris or uber hip New York. Our people must look like the country bumpkins to them. How can we ever compare ourselves stylistically to them? Even if we are all shopping hotspots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the old and tired claims. That Singapore is much too hot for us to style up in layers like the Autumn and Winter fashions in other countries. True. But, how many of you have claimed albeit bitterly that the aircondition in your office or some shopping centres are blasting artic cool? Wont this be the time to show others your autumn collections? Your fabulous manipulations of the fabric and cloth to creat some sort of new fangled style? Perhaps that wonderfully soft faux fur stole/bolero can be tied beautifully around your shoulders. Maybe people should think and see if they really CANT wear layers or they're just making excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So its SO common that I now loathe, detest, hate, am disgusted with what they wear. At least anh had the sense not to wear like that, or I would have hit her over her head. Also, whats the point of wearing the bikini to the beach if you dont plan to use it? Most of the clones I saw remained clone-like throughout their entire duration at the beach. They never took off their spaghetti top to reveal their bikinis underneath. Not that I'm encouraging all girls to start to wear bikinis to the beach and walk around the whole day in their skimpy bikinis. At the very least, for goodness sake, USE IT! (dear anh, im really not attacking you here, cuz I've seen pics where you actually used it :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the girls let everyone know of their colourful and pretty bikini (and probably the only thing that would differentiate them) but NOT use it? If thats their feeble attempt at style, I must say that its so weak it cant even hold a leaf. Or a grain of sand in this case. If they want to display their bikini strings as some sort of style, why cant they wear SOMETHING else atop of it? NOT the BLACK spaghetti. At least their attempt at style would have been more justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back about the fashionistas and beach wear in other countries, I naturally think of St Tropez. Its a beach paradise there, and its been said to have seen a whole lot of celebrities soaking up the sun. So what do the people wear to the beach? I confess, i'm really not sure, but I'm sure that its definitely NOT the black spaghetti over a bikini. I'll bet its something more fashionable. Like those of the fashion shoots on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must clarify, I'm not saying I KNOW what to wear to the beach that would make me look very stylish, but I'm sure, very sure, that I wont be wearing something that would make me a clone like everyone else there. So now, I'll go searching for a close to a St Tropez holiday beach wear, and wont stop till I've found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wanna help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-112945904485056827?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112945904485056827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/beach-wear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112945904485056827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112945904485056827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/beach-wear.html' title='Beach Wear'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-112797032204020289</id><published>2005-09-29T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:57:07.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quiz results.. haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Guess what?? I did a quiz.. and here are the results. Kind of dumb actually.. but.. heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Clothes You Wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be affectionate but not very strong emotionally. You want to be loved, and this can make you appear needy and clingy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What your nightclothes reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in need of love. You want to be taken care of and panic easily. You have a strong wish for security in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your ties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring people. You are romantic, witty, and easygoing. You compromise rather than confront, and love nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What others see from your belts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be outspoken and even aggressive. You either love or hate people, ideas and things. You can sometimes find facing the truth difficult and are an extremely confident person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What others see from your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are kind and open-minded. You may not be talkative, but you are friendly and enjoy the company of intelligent people. You always keep the secrets of others, and never play tricks on people. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(haha... sooooooooo wrong... rem RACH???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What others see from your earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sweet and talkative person. You are sociable, energetic and interesting, and get easily bored by the same old things. You are always looking for adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last analysis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a romantic and passionate person. You are sensitive and lonely when you aren't in love. You can be somewhat self-centered, but you are honest and sincere to others. You like to make a good impression of yourself and worry about what others think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your Handwriting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sociable and outgoing person. You enjoy attending parties and seek attention from people wherever you can. The closer you place your words together, the more afraid you are of being left alone. Loneliness is your one great fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-112797032204020289?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112797032204020289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-quiz-results-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112797032204020289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112797032204020289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-quiz-results-haha.html' title='Some quiz results.. haha'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-112728764459609027</id><published>2005-09-21T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:47:55.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats HOT, whats NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;What Celebs Wore, and The HOT or NOT rating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/diaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron diaz's idea of shoes seems a little weird. I mean, it just looks funny with that black dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LUKEWARM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/lohan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay lohan here looks nice with her short hair, tho her dress seems kinda run of the mill, even tho it is a Dior dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LUKEWARM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/whitedress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks FAB here!! I LOVE that dress.. I know its kinda normal, but still, i prefer it to the Dior one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/theron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlize Theron's dress is oh my gawd... weird! She reminds me of an alligator, or a crocodile,which ever is browner. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/witherspoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... Reese Witherspoon looks good in this! Her dress is pretty! And I love her clutch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/irwin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno who she is, but Elaine Irwin Mellencamp is a model and oh boy, this is what models should look like! Her look is so pulled together! She looks like a million bucks without looking like she put in too much effort. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/richie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Richie looks anorexic here. She's almost all bones! What is she trying to do? Beat Paris Hilton at her own game??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/knightley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightly looks just like a princess in distress (dis dress), and waiting for her prince charming to come and save her. Legendary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/clarkson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson just sizzles in this colour of the moment dress. Gold is the new black. I love the neck-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/reid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world was Tara Reid thinking when she wore out this pair of red rain boots?? Paddington the Bear maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/alba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba's skirt is real pretty, a bit of a boho look mixed with the sweet girl-next-door. But her top is much too casual and a little budget store-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUKEWARM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-112728764459609027?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112728764459609027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-hot-whats-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112728764459609027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112728764459609027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-hot-whats-not.html' title='Whats HOT, whats NOT.'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-112219835651892310</id><published>2005-08-30T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:27:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 list</title><content type='html'>Just something that I would like the whole world to know... heez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys That Are Hot:&lt;br /&gt;1) Allan Wu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/allan4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he would be top on MY list. He's so hot that I dreamt of him TWICE already. And I&lt;br /&gt;still remember EVERYTHING about the dream. He's also an ABC, which I like in guys. He is also very fit and can do 90 push ups in a go. And all are totally standard! Great abs too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wilber Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/wilpan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes good music, and has the signture small eyes I like, and nice smile and the coolness of an ABC. Though he wasn't born in America but studied there since young. Is really friendly and nice to all his fans and has the slickest dance moves that makes me go crazy over.&lt;br /&gt;3) Kwon Sang Woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/kwon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, he korean, which means? Small eyes but hunky, so, nice! Nice abs.&lt;br /&gt;4) Kelvin Cheung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/kev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many of you know him but trust me, as you can probably see from this picture(obviously, he is the one in the centre), how hot he really is. I just LOVE the mysteriousness that lingers around him. Too bad the picture is not very clear, but its the best i can find.&lt;br /&gt;5) Edison Chen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/edison.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. hottie! Looks like a mix between a cool and hot guy with some really cute facial expressions and movements!! I like! Not too cool to be aloof but not too cutesy to be cringey either. Also, definitely an ABC! Love his american accents!&lt;br /&gt;6) Sawyer from Lost (Josh Holloway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/sawyer4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and slick. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;7) Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/ryan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy-next-door look, with that perpetual cute smile and beautiful sunny eyes, also with this really friendly and fun personality! Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;8)Owen Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/owen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho he is not the hottest looking on my list, but he definitely oozes oodles of charisma and charm. Can charm the socks off any girl. Also, full of self confidence,which I cant resist!&lt;br /&gt;9) Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/brad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even tho he is starting to look older day by day, I still think he oozes of charisma and charm,especially in Ocean's 11. And to me, like No.7, THAT's hot.&lt;br /&gt;10)Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest smile and coolest dance moves ever! His smile can melt any girls heart. It did to mine. And his songs are really great to groove too!&lt;br /&gt;10)Wang Lee Hom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/wlh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ABC, also with this really cool american accent. But the main attraction factor are his oh so nice songs. And his tousled wavy hair....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-112219835651892310?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112219835651892310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/top-10-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112219835651892310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112219835651892310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/top-10-list.html' title='Top 10 list'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-112522410405839980</id><published>2005-08-28T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:30:32.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Online Shopping</title><content type='html'>Guess i havent really been blogging for the past month. That's because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: exams and naggy parents.. you get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;#2: my favourite pastime! No, make it my 'need-to-do' activity every day... online window (er... ok.. maybe not window, but &lt;em&gt;Windows&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Mac&lt;/em&gt;) shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Since all malls and shops outside are starting to look one and the same to me, I've relegated myself to shopping online for more special things that you'll NOT find in your typical run of the mill malls out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for goodness sake, whats all the hoo ha about "The Attack of The Clones" (Straits Time Urban, 25th Aug), when its the malls that ARE the machines producing all these so called 'clones'. Seriously. How they even DARE to blame us when there's hardly anything different and special for us to buy so that we can look different from each other? Even if there is, the prices are killer. So i guess, they'll have to look at the root of the problem and start differentiating the malls before they can expect us to each have our own special style. So perhaps they can have one mall selling clothes in the Hollywood stars style, (which I LOVE, so classy and tres chic!) and have another selling those in the &lt;em&gt;Japwanong&lt;/em&gt; (Japan, Taiwan and Hong Kong) styles. And one more in the Rock chick/Biker gurl style. Now THAT would be useful in helping us to be able to get our special styles and start looking like the unique individuals we should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt that this will take place anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the main topic. As I was saying, I've been shopping online the past month, and its GREAT! Got lots of (mostly new and unworn) clothes and STUFF, at half the price of those in shops! Like this cool off shoulder light pink top from the now defunct &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Star Diva&lt;/span&gt;, at really low prices. And also a PRETTY pink woven belt from &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;/span&gt;. Recently, a brown polo top from Aeropostale, which is made up of a really soft and comfortable cotton material. And now awaiting my&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mini which is white with a red lace sash. For only $18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 87px" height="148" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/anf.gif" width="586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, i'll stop. But yes, its really nice to buy things that not the same everywhere, and i think if i see the milionth Mango top on someone again, i'll probably gag. And for those misinformed, the above mentioned brands, except for the last one, are all US brands, whereas the last one, is all by this singaporean designer, and has this one and only store in the whole of singapore. So all of their designs have, at the most, one or two pieces, and once they are gone, they're gone. The prices are also pretty reasonable, even for such a rarity. But the best part is that, what I buy there is practically the only piece around singapore, and i dare say, in the whole world since there's only one shop in the whole world. Wearing such unique stuff makes me happy, as i really don't want to be called a 'clone' . Especially since their stuff are all so NICE!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THEIR CLOTHES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/kai.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its really nice to be able to wear clothes that are different and this is why, shopping online is really addictive, because you'll never know what you'll find on the next click. Somemore, unlike the conventional way of shopping, the things get delivered right to your doorstep. Ok, maybe your mailbox, but if the package is too big to fit into the mailbox, the kind postman will deliver it up to your house! NICE! Oh yes! I forgot to mention, I'll soon be receiving my items from the Green Lady Soap spree, (&lt;a href="http://www.greenladysoap.com"&gt;www.greenladysoap.com&lt;/a&gt;) where I ordered a whole lot of perfume vials with scents called, 'Pot of Honey', 'Creme Brulee' and a bottle of body moisturizer with the scent of 'White Chocolate'! Heavenly........ Cant wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the perks of online shopping include, NO more tired legs and aching soles. NO more blisters. MORE of shopping nonstop, and around the world!! Where else can you sip coffee in a leisurely ambience and shop at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i'm cutting this entry short so i can go back to my shopping. Today i'm visiting Paris to check out the action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-112522410405839980?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112522410405839980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-online-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112522410405839980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112522410405839980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-online-shopping.html' title='Of Online Shopping'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-112140322525108443</id><published>2005-07-15T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T09:23:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohemian Dreams</title><content type='html'>I like the bohemian fashion styles. They are oh so pretty and sweet, and the ethnic look never fails to disappoint. Pair the outfit with a pair of chandelier earrings, and a pair of beaded slippers, and I'm ready to go. In this wretched weather, wearing jeans would be out of the question, so the BOHO look can certainly do it for you . Wondering why I'm rambling on and on about what seems like rubbish? Well, I definitely have a reason for everything that I do. This is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us fashionistas, bohemian means the ethnic and gypsy-like fashion that I've mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to the uninitiated, it means, well... either ("What??? Never heard of it") or, ("Er... Think it means some way of dressing??")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to a certain rachel lee, it now means something entirely different from the above two. Assisted by us, to her, it now means, "no good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me further explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ling saw this girl outside of Heeren who was dressed in the bohemian fashion, and said, "She wear until very boho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was about to agree when rachel suddenly spurted out, "Huh?? Whats boho?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Ling said, "You know, bohemian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats when the whole ploy started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging secret grins, yanling went, " Oh, it actually means &lt;em&gt;bo ho&lt;/em&gt;... you know.. the hokkien word? It stands for no good in hokkien. &lt;em&gt;Bo&lt;/em&gt; for no, and &lt;em&gt;ho&lt;/em&gt; for good. So its &lt;em&gt;bo ho&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt take it anymore, so I burst out laughing. I mean, how conincidental it is that there is such a hokkien word that sounds almost the same as an english word that means the total opposite, and something totally different? Like, chances are almsot nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, being the evil things we are, we continued with our ploy to disturb cute, innocent and naive little rachie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, so you know, when people ask you how are you, which is &lt;em&gt;ho bo&lt;/em&gt;? you answer, either &lt;em&gt;ho&lt;/em&gt; for good or&lt;em&gt; bo ho&lt;/em&gt; for no good. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.. really?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my laughing fit finally met its maker. I could finally stop laughing enough to do my part for the ploy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea. So if I pinch your cheeks now very hard and say, 'So cuuuutte!!!' what you gonna say?" And on saying that, I pinched her cheeks hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ok!! &lt;em&gt;BO BO&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter rings the street, as my stomach feels like its going into overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, cuz the hokkien pronounciation sounds very vulgar, we use the american slang, so instead of pronouncing it as bo ho, we pronounce it as boho. So we sound nicer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. ok.. so this top is very boho" she said, pointing to an ugly top. That ironically looked quite bohemian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went, "Ya. Its very boho." And exchanged secret grins with yanling once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so our ploy went on. And I must say, we are successful!!! We conned her to her totality. I can quite surely say, she is 95% sure of what we're saying is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i can say now is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, rachel dear, if you're reading this, "&lt;em&gt;Ho bo&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-112140322525108443?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112140322525108443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/bohemian-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112140322525108443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112140322525108443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/bohemian-dreams.html' title='Bohemian Dreams'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-112040736290580853</id><published>2005-07-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:16:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango Sale Again!</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I totally went and undid what I did on my last entry. Yes. I succumbed to the temptation and went shopping. I could no longer resist the lure of the sales. I HAD to give in to my yearnings or I would have exploded. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where did I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Just take a (wild) guess. Take a stab in the dark. You'll probably hit it no matter how tiny your finger is. Its THAT obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're yelling about how a crazy shopaholic i am. Just don't let me hear it. Tho you're probably going scream when I say the next thing. I bought clothes worth $65. Did I tell you I spent $81 the 1st time I went? Yea. Ok. So you can start screaming now, while I'll go on to write about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So my main purpose wasnt to go to Mango sale. It was the Zara sale. But I didnt buy anything there cuz the sale wasn't big enough and most things were still quite pricey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, because my parent's car was parked in Wisma, and my mom wanted the free can of white tea they were giving out outside of Wisma, we walked out of wisma and tried to look for the booth where they were giving out free cans of heaven and earth white tea. As luck (or not) would have it, the booth was parked RIGHT IN FRONT of the 2nd door into Mango from the outside. I really didnt want to go to Mango again and spend a whole bunch of money, and I even told myself that, if my parents were to walk to the restaurant immediately, I would not go into the Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think fate really wanted me to blow a bunch of money here, cuz, even when I TOTALLY didnt say ANYTHING about going to the Mango sale again, my father said, "Hey, lets walk thru Mango to enter Wisma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. My cue to enter Mango to shop. Fate was practically throwing it in my face and asking me to enter. It was almost as tempting as waving a stack of money in my face. ALMOST. So I decided to heed its advice and shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, needless to say, thats what I did. For the next half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, happy and satisfied with my buy, I went up for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was quite ready to leave if my parents wanted to. But my mom had to go look at Isetan. So that gave me some free time to look around Wisma on my own. I really wanted to look at Forever 21's sale and as I was walking there, what should I see but ebase! My shoes!!! I checked. Yes. They were there. And I had every reason to buy it not like the other day. I tried it on, and they didnt have it in size 6, my size but in size 5. But since i could wear size 5 too, but a little squeezy, I couldnt care less. Cuz I knew I wouldnt have another chance to buy the shoe if I didnt buy it now. So I quickly bought it. Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to Forever 21. Saw this top which I had been lemming for since it 1st appeared in Forever 21 but it was too expensive the other time, so I didn't buy it. Now they had it, at about 1/2 of the original price! But I looked at my shoes and Mango stuff. I ABSOLUTELY couldnt spend anymore. So I walked away, VERY SADLY. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now WHY couldnt the person be waving a stack of money in my face???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-112040736290580853?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112040736290580853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/mango-sale-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112040736290580853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112040736290580853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/mango-sale-again.html' title='Mango Sale Again!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-112011040086713564</id><published>2005-06-30T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:44:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations abound...</title><content type='html'>Only now am I able to fully understand what temptation really tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, i'm not talking about temptations of the flesh though that WOULD be pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about how I managed to jerk myself away from all the bright and cheery colours and the lovely feel of skin on fabric or the sound of the ringing registers.... Ok, so that last one was a bit of an exaggeration but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, I still don't understand how I was able to do that. I mean, there were like SALE! signs everywhere, and even more signs of those proclaiming '1/2 price' or '50% off storewide'. Worse still was the Mango store, which from the outside looked fully stocked with the racks full of clothes and the fact that there werent too many people inside really appealed to me. I really really wanted to take a look inside, but I knew if I went in, I would be a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, I would spend like crazy and rack up a huge bill again, and I wouldnt be able to explain to my parents about how I went shopping when my prelims are just around the corner. Also, I had to rush home for dinner, so if i went in, I would be stuck there for hours which would be worse if I got into trouble because I was late AND still have to explain my shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I pulled my eyes away from the chic exterior of the store, and quickly walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I encountered ebase, which was having a 50% off storewide, and the shoes for which I've been yearning for since it first appeared in ebase was also on sale! The original price was $39 and 50% would mean less than $20!!!!!! I absolutely LOVED that pair of shoes, and now it was cheaper by half! What a steal! If I were out shopping, I would definately buy it, no questions asked. But then again, the problem of explaining to my parents appeared in my mind, and I had to reluctantly put down the pair of shoes and walk sadly out of the store, but all the way telling myself that I will surely come back on Saturday to buy this pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last was the 1/2 price sale in Topshop. The colours and patterns here were more appealing than before, and it seemed to be a magnet, drawing me closer... But at the very last minute, I shook myself and pulled away from its grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last and MOST extreme was the 90% sales of FCUK at City Link Mall. It was a moving out sale, and they had sales of up to 90%!!!! OMG!!!!!! That is enough to make me go into overdrive and go stark raving crazy, but I managed to look away as if I never saw anything and walked twice as fast. When I got away from the scene of temptation, I heaved a GREAT sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAD SUCCEEDED!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Three cheers to myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I EVER do it, I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-112011040086713564?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112011040086713564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/temptations-abound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112011040086713564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/112011040086713564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/temptations-abound.html' title='Temptations abound...'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111986655226400082</id><published>2005-06-27T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:24:12.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 top things I've learnt from the Mango Sale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) If you want to be early on the 1st day, be the earliest. Don't try and be lazy and compromise, and to go like 1 hour after its opening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as all of you can probably guess, yan ling and I did the dumbest thing. Exactly what we did above. As it opened at 8 that morning, we didnt want to seem TOO crazy and go at 8 in the morn. So we decided on a compromise and went at 9. Bad choice. When we reached the door of Mango Shaw House, we were &lt;strong&gt;dumbfounded&lt;/strong&gt; at the queue that was formulating in front of the store. Hundreds (or so it seemed) to us, were queueing up at the front door, and as we followed the queue, it turned into the side of the store, and continued right up to near the carpark. (If you cant visualize in your head, you shop too little) So, we went, OMG! And predicted that most of the queue started at around 8.30-9. We somehow had a feeling that at 8, there were no queues. But we queued up anyway, after all, we came out JUST for this sale. For some weirded out reason, I didnt feel discouraged or disappointed, but instead honoured to be part of the 'mango elite' club, where only truly shopaholics are allowed a membership. I was pretty glad I decided to 'join' the club. But, luckily, we managed to get in after not too long, each holding a big clear plastic bag, which im pretty sure they only provided on the 1st day and for those who came earlier than 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Never ever wear open toed shoes or heels. Instead, opt for the most comfy shoes you can find, but not sneakers, as those are too troublesome to remove. Try mary janes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike point number 1, where we stupidly went and did that, we were smart on this. We KNEW that wearing difficult shoes would absolutely go and do us in, so we were well prepared. But, a word of caution, try not to wear anything that has a heel, cuz when you bend down to try to pick up some clothes on the floor (see next point), heels would be cumbersome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Don't bend down to pick up clothings lying all over on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, clothes were really EVERYWHERE, and most of it were on the floor, beneath the racks of clothing. Just piles of it. But, I went and tried to search through the piles on the floor, thinking that some nicer clothes might have been camoflauged beneath the other clothings. In doing so, I got my head banged about twice, once by some person's huge bag, the other time by some starry-eyed people trying to get past me. I couldnt take it anymore, and stood up, and almost crashed into some one else behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) However, DO bend down to search thru the piles. You MIGHT find something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to bend down again, to look through the piles again, this time somewhere else more airy, and not so cramped, I found 2 pieces of wonderful clothing, a rare top, and a gorgeous skirt. So, you CAN bend down to search through the piles but try to do it only under un-cramped conditions, or risk no.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) Bring a bottle of ICE cold water along and maybe a pair of sunglasses that are secure enough to not fall off your face and train yourself beforehand to identify colours behind your sunglasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting that day was horrible. The air con wasnt cold enough, and the bright lights almost blinded us when we tried to look up. Furthermore, the lights were HOT. I mean, you can really feel the heat waves from the spotlights coming towards you in droves. Serious. So a bottle of ice cold water could really help a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) Wear loose, comfortable and non fussy clothes that you can easily slip out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in the changing rooms( point no.7), you would really want easy clothes to remove cuz you dont want to waste time struggling with your top when you could really use the time saved to look around somemore. Also, since its going to be very hot, wear cool clothing that would, essentially, keep you cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) Devise a changing room system prior to the sale. Best if you are going with 4 friends or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the changing rooms, you are only allowed to try on 3 MEASLY pieces of clothing, while your FULL and bulging bag of clothes lies in despair outside. And trust me, with the queues a mile or two long, you wont want to line up again. So, devise a way of being able to try out all your clothes. For my own sake, I wont reveal the strategy i've come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) Then again, go with friends who have different tastes from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Simple. No lost friendships from fighting for that last piece of clothing you both (or 3) like. Best if you can hoodwink your 'friends' into believing that you want to go on a morning hike in botanic gardens and later bluff them that the taxi driver heard the wrong directions. This way, they will not have enough money to fight for THAT top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, gullible people are often nice enough to carry out no.7 for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) Fill up on your breakfast before you go. You need lots of sustenance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This needs little explanation, unless you're the kind who has a lot of stored energy that you can release easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) Don't feel guilty about buying or anything for that matter. Just Do It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst feeling to get in a sale. Worst. If you start off the sale by feeling guilty about buying yet another top, you'll probably never buy anything, only to find that you regret not buying anything. Also, never let your bodily imperfections pull down your mood. If you're the type who has no body hang ups, good for you. If not, just ignore them when you look into the mirror. Tell yourself that you'll work twice or thrice as hard to remove those flabs, and that you've better buy this beautiful top 1st, and wear it when you've gotten rid of those imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above compliation are a result of my hard work and personal experiences during the sale, so for your own sakes the next time you go to any sale, listen and memorize what i've said above. You'll find it EXTREMELY useful. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111986655226400082?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111986655226400082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/mango-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111986655226400082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111986655226400082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/mango-sale.html' title='Mango Sale'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111959162047585920</id><published>2005-06-24T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:34:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The play</title><content type='html'>DoublePlay was EXTREMELY successful, and I am very very glad and happy about it. No words can describe how I feel about it. All of us in the committee worked doubly hard for this play, and definitely put in a lot of effort into planning for this event. The best thing was that, instead of the usual where our youth group teachers would help us out most of the way, we did this whole thing practically by our own efforts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, God helped us majorly in this, but technically, we planned the whole event on our own! Credit must still go to the teachers who did of course help out in certain ways, like helping us by going thru with us the possible problems that we might encounter and also helping us to make out a checklist of things that we need to do before the big day. But the rehearsals were all single-handedly done by us and us alone. For me, being the director, I had to there at every single rehearsal so that I can tell the actors what to do, how to act, or what their expresions are supposed to be. I honed their acting skills so that what they do would look more realistic and natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick on the 2nd last rehearsal, and was very worried about how they would cope, but thanks to God and to Stephanie and Sabina, they helped to direct the actors in my absence, so that the rehearsal wasnt wasted. On Friday, we discovered that we hadnt learnt the whole dance that we would be putting up tomorrow and we spent a few hours before the play practicing the dance, and a few hours after that to practice some more. After rounds and rounds of practice, we finally got it. Up till now, I still can hardly believe that we learnt a dance in 1 day. But thanx to andrea, our dance instructor, we had pretty slick dance moves, if i might say so myself, the only problem was the in-coordination. But what can you expect from last min work? The sound effects were also last min, but stephanie stayed up alomst all night to do it. I must say i'm touched by her dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us at the committee, I can see, have great dedication to this play, and because I was the one who suggested this play and provided the script in 2004, (yes, we spent almost 1 year on planning for this play!) , I'm very thankful to them for putting in so much time and effort into this play. Because I know that, without their help, this play would never have gotten off the ground, and my dream of presenting this play to the public would never have seen the light of day. I can also see the dedication of our actors towards the play, especially the 4 main casts. They came for every practice, and I know, they spent lots of time memorizing the script at home and trying their best to remember what they are supposed to do and their facial expressions. Luckily for me this amateur, the selection of cast was perfect, Fabian and Andrea basically acted like their usual selves, so not much work I had to do there, and, Hanson was a great actor, while Jolene had quite an easy role to play, not to say that she isnt a good actress, she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was moved even more on that day when just before the play was to start, I saw andrea and jolene huddling in a corner by themselves, praying. This was so touching to me because I saw their devotion to the play grow with every day that they came for the practices. Its really like watching your baby grow up and learn how to walk or talk, and you are the one who taught him/her how to do it. Its THAT kind of happiness and joy for me. Its pretty indescribable, but I'm glad that God let me experience this kind of happiness so early in my life. The happiest point of that day was during the last part of the play when the actors came out to bow. Especially when the main casts came out. The loudest applause was for them, and I clearly heard the difference before they came out and when they came out. At that point, I was SO happy, I thought my heart would burst with joy. I felt so proud of them. So proud. I also knew that the play was successful, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief at that point. I knew that all my efforts and the committee's hard work, was not lost. I also knew that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE HAD DONE IT!!!!!!!!!! ALL ON OUR OWN!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still have some of the happiness left over from the other day, and when I hear the ending song, "True to Your Heart" chosen by me, I remember the last part of the play, the bowing scene and the loudest and best applause i've heard in my whole life. I'll NEVER forget that. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111959162047585920?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111959162047585920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111959162047585920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111959162047585920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/play.html' title='The play'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111863463912538713</id><published>2005-06-13T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:51:31.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love malaysia!</title><content type='html'>Kuala Lumpur is the BEST place to shop in!!!! (I mean, if you consider that I've only 3 days, too short to go anywhere else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,the exchange rate is great! 10 ringgit=4.40 sing. I mean... wow!!! HUGE savings!!! Everthing there is dirt cheap. Its like every single shop is having a storewide 50% off. Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I went crazy and bought quite a few stuff. And all at super cheap prices too! I think nothing was over 30 sing. Don't you all just envy me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, even tho shopping was a highlight of my trip, it wasnt everything. Yes. Let me repeat it. It wasnt everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malacca,I couldnt do any shopping, so I went KAYAKING!! My cousin, Frank, and I went kayaking in our beach resort in malacca, and we had quite a fun time even tho the waters were pretty gross. There were like bits of foamy stuff floating in the middle of the sea and other debri. But still, it was a nice workout for my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In KL, I took some time off from shopping to go...... swimming and spa-ing!!! There was this indoor hot spa in the hotel (Ritz Carlton by the way), and there was hardly anyone inside! What a HUGE change from murkified swimming pools in malacca and those overcrowded resorts.Nice to feel like the uper echelons in society with lots of money to splash around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Ritz Carlton Kuala Lumpur is the BEST hotel ever! I love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its within walking distance to all the shops, so I can always squueze in last minute shopping sprees. The service there is also impeccable, the doormen ALWAYS open the door for us and greets us. Making me feel like again, the upper society members. I like the feeling. And i think im starting to get addicted to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd last night in KL,we went on a night trip of the city with my malaysian cousins. They brought us around and took lots of pics! I will try to get it for all of you to see. The night trip was fun! Travelling around in the dead of the night, looking at all the famous buildings like the Petronas Towers, Malaysian Tower, Parliament House, and even KL's Zouk! There were many more places we went to, and had a fun time just looking at the night scenery in malaysia all in the comforts of a SUV! I think doing that in Singapore might be pretty cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I loved my short trip to malaysia, because of the hotel and the shopping, and also, because this time, my cousins went along so I didnt feel too lonely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111863463912538713?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111863463912538713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111863463912538713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111863463912538713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-malaysia.html' title='I love malaysia!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111777583880831925</id><published>2005-06-03T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:18:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="200" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffd391"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 14%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;You will get bugs, because you're too lazy to shoo them off. And then you'll die.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha... Funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111777583880831925?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111777583880831925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111777583880831925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111777583880831925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-quiz.html' title='Another quiz!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111738182770630560</id><published>2005-05-29T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:53:21.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day my toes nearly died</title><content type='html'>My toes nearly shrivelled up and died yesterday. I wore my newest pair of going out shoes, a beAUtiful white pointy pair with a mint green stripe across and scalloped edges. It looks really nice and dainty, and super classy. Bought it at Far East together with yanling the other day. The shop didnt have my size, (FYI size 36), and so they said they could expand size 35 for me. I wore it once and walked around the shop, seemed pretty alright, only that it was difficult to get my feet in (OMG...my feet are becoming monsterificious), so I decided to buy it after she stretched it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt expect that it would make my feet cry out in surrender. When I just put it on yesterday, I felt the pain almost immediately when I started to walk, but I couldnt just abandon them.. could I??? I mean...they are NEW shoes for crying out loud. I couldnt possibly waste a totally gorgeous pair of shoes just because it hurt a little. After all, I have a pretty high pain threshold, for some weirded out reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wore it, and... it hurt. BADLY. I was almost crying out by my 10th step. But I walked on.&lt;br /&gt;And walked. And walked some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it ironic that on the day my shoes hurt the most was the day I had to walk the most? Usually, my parents drive out to the shops for lunch together, but yesterday, as my father was at work and would only go later, my mother and I took a bus. TOOK A BUS!!! With my already-blistering feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to make it all the way to the bus stop without so much as a whimper (I had to cross the dang overhead bridge!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When after play rehearsals later that day, I wanted so much for my father to come pick me up from church so that my feet wouldnt have to suffer anymore but as luck would have it, he wasnt free.. so I had to walk all the way to the bus 7 bus stop... My feet really almost caved in then, i'm so totally serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost swore never to make myself endure so much pain again, but when I look at my pretty little feet and how well it matches with my outfits and how classy it looks compared to my other older ones, I can only think, 'Oh well, i guess this is just another price to pay for beauty'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More shoes anyone??? Yes please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint Foot Soak by The Body Shop&lt;br /&gt;Nice and cooling, for after a long day of shopping and non stop walking, you'll definitely need this!I need it now... *groan*, but it does give you all the pamering you need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/pd_peppermint_foot_soak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111738182770630560?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111738182770630560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-my-toes-nearly-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111738182770630560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111738182770630560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-my-toes-nearly-died.html' title='The day my toes nearly died'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111700879976934409</id><published>2005-05-25T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T11:41:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UN-believable</title><content type='html'>I had nothing to do at home but twiddle my thumbs so i decided to do a name check on Paul Tan. When I typed 'Paul Tan ACJC' into the search engine...I was SHOCKED......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....at the number of times his name.. and really his name... not some other unknown paul tan, popped up. Like.. gazillion times, and this entry probably adding to it. Most of it came from various girl's blogs, obviously, but there was this funny one from a guy. He started off saying how he couldnt stand bitches and how when one day, this guy and him were minding their own business when some 'bitchy girls' came over and kept swooning over paul tan, like " 'Did you go mambo? Did you see paul tan? Is he chinese? ' " And they begin to debate over it. And he is thinking "Yes he is and his mother wears big round glasses" Haha! That's super hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe the sheer amount of people(namely girls) who KNOWS and wants to know him. But everyone in common has the same opinion, that he's just HOT! Even guys too. Yes. I've read their blogs. If you people don't believe me, or in the case of sonia, wants to know for herself how LUCKY she is to KNOW him, go try typing 'paul tan acjc' in Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, not to say that i'm not lucky. For starters... i'm gonna yell this out... bear with me guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;MY COUSIN, SAMUEL LEE, KNOWS PAUL TAN PERSONALLY!! PRETTY CLOSE FRIENDS TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i just needed to get it off my chest. I mean, what in a million years are chances of THAT happening?? Seriously. And i thought miracles never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is true!!! My cousin told me himself. Same army batch and everything. Knows his regular hangouts and stuff. Imagine, if one day Sam and I and a few other friends were to go to a club, and he just so happens to meet paul there. He is bound to intro me to paul right? I mean, regardless of whether he knows that I like paul or not, he will still do that. Basic courteousy. Its a norm. And furthermore, he definitely knows i think paul is hot. He will 100% do the introductions. Even if i don't happen to be out with him, sam, on seeing paul at some club, and knowing that I'm somewhere in the vicinity, most probably would inform me of the sighting, and when I reach the place, and walk in to see sam talking casually with paul and i go up to say hi...........and then.....BINGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, imagine, all those who hopes of getting to know him, or even those who wish to just be able to dare to say 'hi' to him and run the risk of being 'rejected' as a stranger, but moi? Having the backing of my cousin, will at least be sure that, no matter how aloof he is, i will certainly get some of his attention. He wont brush me off like some stranger on the street. He has to at least respect his friend's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is actually pretty redundant, but I HAD to get it off my chest that my cousin knows him, and thinking of the numbers of girls out there who wants to have some sort of a connection to him...and I have 2, (thru sonia), I must say i'm pretty happy AND lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111700879976934409?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111700879976934409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/un-believable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111700879976934409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111700879976934409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/un-believable.html' title='UN-believable'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111699270161791100</id><published>2005-05-25T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:48:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no!!</title><content type='html'>OK.. i m trying to post something cuz it seems as if i cant find my own blog.. and neither can the others. Gonna try posting this up and see if others can see my blog. And if i can even post....wish me luck!! cross all your fingers..AND toes...If you see this.. shout for joy and jump around in happiness for me. If not.. well i guess then you wouldnt be reading this.. would ya? Ok, stop all my gibberish and check if it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111699270161791100?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111699270161791100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111699270161791100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111699270161791100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-no.html' title='Oh no!!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111685956156424665</id><published>2005-05-23T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T15:20:06.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessionz...</title><content type='html'>Saving up for calves implants!! Who wants to contribute to my fund?? If you've read the newspapers on Sunday, you would have known about the new minor cosmetic surgery that people can go for. And they have included calf implants into the list!! YAY!!!! My legs are super skinny, I don't deny that, and seriously, its got NOTHING to do with how much (or how little) I eat. Seriously. Everyone thinks I eat too little. Know what Ian wrote on my bday card?&lt;br /&gt;"Ian is handsome, so happy birthday, and eat more."&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyye... guess its the anorexic dvd that affected everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how much I eat, I cant gain any fats on my legs. They will remain as sticky as ever, so the only probable way to make it look better is to gain muscle on those areas. Thats why I'm going to the gym. But don't think its gonna make too much a difference unless I work out like 3 times a week. So........ CALVES IMPLANTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal leg shape:  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/vicsecret.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also like her top!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my only help... and when I told it to tzu qun and the rest today, they were like shocked and tzu qun said that I must be joking. And not serious.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about that. I might be serious, I might be just joking. But I would really like to have nice looking legs, at least not skinny. Normal.&lt;br /&gt;So who knows? I really might go for it. Tho the complications are albeit scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just realised that I'm obsessed over 'cabbing'. A new term coined by yours truly. What does it mean? It means: To have sudden urges to take cabs, especially for short distances&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I realised that I've been taking cabs to places which are actually pretty close to where I took the cab from. Usually I take cabs only if i'm rushing for time or if the location is very troublesome to go to. But now, I've been taking cabs to places that are actually very esaily accessible from where I am. For example, from Delta to cineleisure, is quite a short distance, since the mrt is just right there and bus stops right below. But Rach, YL and me took a cab. That started off my whole obsession.&lt;br /&gt;Next was on Saturday. We took a cab from Holiday Inn Atrium hotel to orchard, which was also quite near and I think, can be reached from only 1 bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;Last was today. We took a cab from Far East, which, if we walked to the bus stop behind Borders, bus 7 could just easily have taken us home.&lt;br /&gt;If these are not called 'cabbing' I dunno whats it called. This is not good. I'm trying to save money for the above, but yet here I am wasting it on cabs. Or comfort rides without hassle home. Or rides for the lazy. Must stop doing the cabbing thingy. Or else i would be broke by Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;ZA Wonder Shaper Body Shaping Essence $23.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/wondershaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great for toning all your flabby fats while exercising those stubborn areas. Faster toning with less amounts of exercising required!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111685956156424665?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111685956156424665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/obsessionz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111685956156424665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111685956156424665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/obsessionz.html' title='Obsessionz...'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111675841867335751</id><published>2005-05-22T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:40:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanx everyone for making my bdae a Happy 'BATH'day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had like.... 4 baths in a day. But seriously... thanks all for making it so FUN! My most fun and dirty birthday yet! Never had so much 'stuff' layered on me before. Whipped cream, chocolate rice, milo and flour... just narrowly missing out on the ice cream, or else I could become a milo-sundae.&lt;br /&gt;Also thanx for all the pressies! I love the bags! Would love to take picture of them but my camera's not working.&lt;br /&gt;And for those who missed out on what actually happened, let me give you some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jing got totally 'creamed' on her face. By moi! After the 1st deluge of whipped cream, I scrapped off some of it from my back and lunged like lightning towards Jing and pressed my creamy palms on her cheeks. Haha... She didnt even retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;2) Sok was also creamed and totally did not expect it bcuz she thought I was chasing after tzu qun, and yan ling threw the remaining flour on her when she was still shocked by my sudden attack.&lt;br /&gt;3) David's shirt got cream on it. And later I did his ears. Derrick did his face.&lt;br /&gt;4) Siew's back looked as if a monster raked his loooooooooong miloed hands thru it. Guess who it actually was? Derrick. Who knew he was such a monster???&lt;br /&gt;5) Sok later smelled like a "Blueberry Rush" tart, as she couldnt stand the cream smell.. and sprayed yanling's bilberry hair detangler all over herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..there you have it. For those who didnt see what happened, here are just the highlights.And if you want to see the whole thing in action, see Jing's phone. Anh recorded the whole saboing effect with her laughter clearly heard throughout the 4 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. horrors of horrors.. Justin knows about our obsession with Carpet!!!! THAT is certainly NOT good news. He's so gonna tease us for like .....forever. He simply derives pleasure from seeing our faces turn a deep shade of red. He's evil.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: If you're reading this, can you call him carpet when you talk to us about him instead of just no.4? That would be tooo obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Anna Sui's Secret Wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/secret.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIce smelling perfume, fruity with a little flowery smell. But the best perk is the BEAUTIFUL bottle... The nice faerie carving at the top is the main draw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111675841867335751?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111675841867335751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-bdae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111675841867335751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111675841867335751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-bdae.html' title='My bdae'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111596059302992152</id><published>2005-05-13T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:55:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Special</title><content type='html'>There's something with me and funny/weird quizzes. I keep doing them. I think i'm addicted to no brains quizzes. Oh no!!! What to do????????? Maybe its the chem test that i think i'm going to totally flunk even with tuition. I just dont understand why. I mean I really do know how to do it.. but I just simply can't. Its the mental block. Argggh! Think I'm gonna cry soon.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.. onto happier and CUTER!! stuff. During recess today, I brought the gaily wrapped BIG present in christmasy colours of green and red and with a bright yellow card on top which had the words:&lt;br /&gt;"To: Dearest Justin, Keith, Ian and Yoon Hoe. Enjoy! Love always, Derrick, Jing2, Chrystal and Yan Ling"&lt;br /&gt;And in bright pink glitter pen, "SWAK" I'll let you all guess what THAT means. Anyway, we lost to them in a econs gameshow-ish competition, and had to buy them drinks, so I took this old (since CNY) six pack drinks and wrapped it in layers of newspaper and watched it as the size multiplied and then topped it off with the red and green wrapper follwed by some christmasy ribbon from christmas.&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short, they o-pened it (not with ease) and (whats that word?? consumed? devoured? drank?) it up with relish. They drank only 3, so 3 were left. Then justin came near to our table with carpet, and talked a little to him, which I then interrupted by saying " Justin! Why? Cant finish it? If you cant, give me lahz!" and smiled. Carpet turned and looked at me all the while I was talking to justin. Then justin asked him if he wanted 1, and said that he should take 1 cuz there was training later and then he did the CUTEST thing.&lt;br /&gt;Its sooooooooooooooooooo cute that I cant bring myself to write about it. Refer to yan ling's blog for the complete story. But JUST.. sooooo cute.... sighz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Product of the Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeoussss GWEN by Emma Gordon bag from Urban Nymph. Underarm bag made from dusky pink wool. The detail around the top of the bag is edged with a fuchsia pink lingerie trim. Three buttons covered in the same dusky pink wool decorate the front. A pleat at the front and back gives Gwen a rounded shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/bagnymph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111596059302992152?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111596059302992152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111596059302992152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111596059302992152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-special.html' title='Something Special'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111569577071089267</id><published>2005-05-10T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T11:29:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 questions!</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl.. something interesting I found that everyone should try. Just copy my entry and paste on your own blogs, then delete my answers and fill it in yourselves. Try it! Pretty kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says.&lt;br /&gt;'..turned to Hallwardand said,"My dear fellow,I have just remembered."' -The Picture of Dorian Gray-Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?&lt;br /&gt;Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;MTV Newlyweds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is.&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;10.45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Radio playing 'Vertigo' by U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? what were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you came to this website, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;Hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;My pink pajamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;3 hours ago at the television show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribean poster with Orlando Bloom on it, my radio and a mini whiteboard filled with notices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;An extremely ugly LV bag with cherries that have smiley faces!! Horrid!! shudder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;NIce clean fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen-DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?&lt;br /&gt;A cool sports car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Human nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush: is he a power-crazy nutcase or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?&lt;br /&gt;He's not normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Alethea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Will you pass on this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely..but..how do i do that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111569577071089267?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111569577071089267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/23-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111569577071089267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111569577071089267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/23-questions.html' title='23 questions!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111423498915933678</id><published>2005-04-23T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:43:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top of the line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secretly confidential love message was leaked out to the press yesterday, and surprisingly, by the 'victim' herself. (Or maybe its not a victim, but a happy girl in love haven). The note that we saw for ourselves contained the following words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Sok Yih,&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell anyone I wrote this, but, I think you're really nice and I'm starting to develop feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love, David "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was surprising enough, so much so that, our jaws fell to the floor and we couldnt put it back. So now when you walk into our beautifully furnished office adorned with flowers from our adoring fans, you can see 3 jaws on the floor. Just remember not to step on them. Think they'll return soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway, back to the topic at hand. This was NOT the most surprising thing about the whole letter. The most surprising thing was that, at the end of the letter, in blue ink, was the words, "Really?? I like you too! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the back, David's handphone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, oh my... what a mushy and incredibly sweet ('barf') love letter? Isnt David positively romantic? ('barf').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats old gossip. Whats interesting is that, WHY on earth did Sok Yih so willingly release the supposedly confidential love letter? There can be no explaination for it other than that she wanted to show the whole world her wonderfully happy union with David, and in such a fairytale like way. Perhaps, she wants the world to coo along with her and maybe become the newest Newlyweds on the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that we're complaining, but, I wonder how much of the sickly sweetness that we'll see gracing our screens we are able to take. Not much I can predict. But if she is insistent on showing the entire world.. we wouldnt stop it. I mean, it would be positively evil to deprive her of her happiness right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what we can do is to wish them all the best as they continue on with her wonderful lives in love. Tho, there seems to be a bit of a squeeze for sok yih cuz of david's 4 other wives (wait, I mean 3 other wives and 1 husband.. sorry.. our mistake) . If Sok yih is willing to put up with all that, all I can say is that, I salute her. And so should the rest of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111423498915933678?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111423498915933678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/top-of-line-secretly-confidential-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111423498915933678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111423498915933678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/top-of-line-secretly-confidential-love.html' title=''/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111364030687871397</id><published>2005-04-16T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T16:31:46.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Polo Finals</title><content type='html'>Friday is yet another good day! Actually, the best! Why? Just that its NOT -10. AND, we got to see Paul Tan!&lt;br /&gt;Paul Tan is just so damn hot!! Even better than 10. He has a bod to die for, and a nice cute smile. Tall and lanky, and great hair. Nice small eyes too!&lt;br /&gt;First noticed him when I was having my free periods. I was in the void deck, trying to do my p&amp;c when I suddenly noticed this blue car pull up at the side of the void deck. And when HE came out, I immediately went, "Oh! Cute!" But cuz he was pretty far, i only noticed his build and his hair and his gait, which from far looked mightily good to me. I continued to try and see if i could get a closer look at his face. I couldnt, cuz my eyesight is pretty bad. But I KNEW that he was good lookin. He walked past my line of vision, and i turned a little to look at him some more. Then, as I didnt want to seem too obvious I was oogling the guy,I turned back and continued my work. But I could hardly concentrate. So I turned once more to look. And saw the whole lot of water polo people (well actually not the whole lot, but about 5 or 6) walking back to the car with him. Saw 10, who was well... holding his big duffel bag under his shoulder, which looked.. kinda..aunty-ish. But no surprise as I saw him doing that before. I felt a smile creeping up unto me, so i turned back trying to hide my smile, lest the people at other tables think im smiling at them. But then the hot guy came back into my line of vision. And I looked as he got into his car, and looked as 10 and his aunty-ish bag got into the car with the other polo guys. And watched as the car drove off.&lt;br /&gt;I was willing for tzu qun and yan ling to hurry up and return from the toilet, but they took a heck lot of time in there, so they missed the whole exciting episode. When I told them, they were sure that they would see him again at the match later.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached CCAB, i looked around for him, and w/o much difficulty, I spotted him and his white tee plus khaki berms standing... (even when standing, giving out so much charm and charisma) and looked very nice.&lt;br /&gt;All throughout the match, I kept my eyes fixated on him when the game was slack, and noted his poses were also well and good.&lt;br /&gt;After the match, the jubilant polo guys threw him into the pool, and THAT made him look all the more hotter. Dripping wet hair, with the now semi translucent tee that showed off his abs... Nice.&lt;br /&gt;And when he finally came over to the audience side of the pool, I noted with shock that he was in fact the same hot guy at the cross country!!! So I remembered him as rosalind tan's son (or what sonia thinks he is) Paul Tan , and immediately nudged tzu qun beside me, telling her to look at him. Her eyes widened as i knew it would, and she smiled happily at me, giving me the look that,"wow, hes hot!" and yan ling lamented that i didnt show her 1st. But she didnt have to worry as he came back into our line of vision after awhile, and stayed there for quite a long time. So we all filled our appetites to the full.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad 10 didnt play, or else we would be bloated. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DELICIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111364030687871397?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111364030687871397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/water-polo-finals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111364030687871397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111364030687871397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/water-polo-finals.html' title='Water Polo Finals'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111321601955934229</id><published>2005-04-11T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:51:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday is GYM day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday is gym day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just because....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C+T+H1+H2-10=very fruitful-not fruitful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=fruitful!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dun understand what I'm saying?? Think im getting over my head in econs??? Too much aggregate demand???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOO BAD! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you really want to know, let me just say this as a hint.... lets just say, it made tzu qun, yan ling and me pretty happy. OK... giving away too much info.... If you people are smart enough, you will get what I'm saying over there. (And NO.. it has nothing to do with econs... how many times must i tell yall??)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111321601955934229?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111321601955934229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday-is-gym-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111321601955934229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111321601955934229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday-is-gym-day.html' title='Monday is GYM day!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111302198647986241</id><published>2005-04-09T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:53:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worms all crawling out of the floorboards</title><content type='html'>Worms of all various shapes and sizes are rapidly crawling out of the rotten floorboards. No personal attacks here, but, that is the most appropriate phrase I could come up with. Yesterday, while chatting with winston and jonathan, we picked up on this 'wormy' news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that winston knew tzu qun long before we ever knew him! Why? He confessed to us that he remembers tzu qun since J1, as he always saw her standing up before assembly (or some other similar lame excuse). I mean, WHY would he remember THAT??? Unless... you know what I mean. My blog is already full of rotten tomatoes, and I dont intend to let it become rotten eggs anytime soon. So.. I cant say it. But.. you know what I mean. Amazingly, he remembers, considering that he has such a poor memory he cant remember half of the guys from his secondary school. Thats just worm number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worm number 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, at the same time, also...er......hmmm...er... (haha... my memory is getting from bad to worse everyday. I cant remember what jonathan said or did!!haaaaaaaalp!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Er... ok.. so jonathan said SOMETHING that&lt;br /&gt;1: Got to do with tzu qun&lt;br /&gt;2: Something similar to what winston confessed&lt;br /&gt;I seriously CANNOT remember what in the world jonathan said. Oh well.. as long as you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Muz go grill jonathan about that. Ask him about his hidden feelings for someone.... remind me ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as from what you've seen from above, you will realise that suddenly, all the secrets and hidden emotions are suddenly spilling out into the light. Thats why I said its worms crawling out of the floorboards. How apt...no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;DKNY's Be Delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/bedelicious.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the commercial on channel 5?? I knew about this perfume long before the commercial came about. Looks absolutely DELECTABLE!!! Like a ripe juicy apple...dripping with water.. just sitting there.. waiting to be eaten. Imagine, such a smell, with crisp, fresh notes and the juicy tang on you! I BET i'm gonna love it to bits. Try it and tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111302198647986241?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111302198647986241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/worms-all-crawling-out-of-floorboards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111302198647986241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111302198647986241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/04/worms-all-crawling-out-of-floorboards.html' title='Worms all crawling out of the floorboards'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111224109433598982</id><published>2005-03-31T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T11:51:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot guy at the concert</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Girls, feel free to read on. Guys, stop in your tracks!! This is a gushing session more suited to us girls, and if you feel you want a challenge and try to survive thru this gushing session, go ahead. Tho i'm not responsible for any losses of appetite or downsizing of egos. Which ever comes 1st. By the way, 10 is this HOT guy in AC, who is also quite '10' ed and is a GREAT athlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 looked sooooooooooooooooooooo hot at the band concert yesterday!!!!!!!! IN fact, we think he looks like a movie star, all dressed up to go to a premiere of his new movie or an opening ceremony of something. His fashion sense was also impeccable, nice hair, nice clothes. Since this blog is after all manned by a fashion crazed gal, I shall describe what he was wearing. White jacket/shirt, brown tight tee within which i'm pretty sure would show off his abs if he wasnt wearing the jacket/shirt. And it was near admission time, yet he didnt look flustered or lost. Intead, he looked calm, cool and collected. Aloof even. But THAT makes him all the more endearing. I like guys who have a mysterious aura around them, that makes us girls want to find out more about this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if you're reading up till here and still haven't puked out ur guts, I congratulate you. And if you're still reading, let me give you a piece of advice. Girls LURVVE mysterious guys, whom they can explore and when they are finally able to hunt down their prey and capture them in their grasp, girls will feel like they've succeeded in breaking that 'protective shell' around the guy, and feel a great sense of achievement. Therefore, she will love you to bits. And go around showing you off.&lt;br /&gt;Tho... you MUST possess at least 1 desirable quality(mainly physical appearance), or else they will just treat you like a loner.&lt;br /&gt;So, guys, DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME! (Unless of course you possess the requirements stated above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he looked GREAT! An in fact.. I got a picture of this movie star who looks almost 70% like him. Can't post it up here tho, or I'll get bombarded by his 'girlfriends' or female fans. You want to see? Just ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday can actually be renamed 10 day, cuz we saw him like soo many times in a day alone. Once in the canteen during recess, then in the library, next, walking towards the sports complex, lastly, at the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! One of my sec school friend, Su Mei, knows him as well.. and was once one of his female fans. She was the one who showed us this UNDISCOVERED piece of prime land (as in... undiscovered by us)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111224109433598982?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111224109433598982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/hot-guy-at-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111224109433598982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111224109433598982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/hot-guy-at-concert.html' title='Hot guy at the concert'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111208777341349677</id><published>2005-03-29T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T18:42:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Developments!</title><content type='html'>Lots of gossip to talk about today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frolicking in the lush gardens filled with flowers of every imaginable kind, while the warm sunshine smiles upon the pair of lovers, the sweet memories remembered by the sketching of the scenery down on paper, when they whisper sweet nothings into each other's ears they smile.. and then laugh out loud. The raucous laughter of the guy catches our attention. It sounds like... could it be... no way, dont tell me... ITS DAVID!&lt;br /&gt;And who is the girl with him? &lt;br /&gt;We cant believe our eyes. Its Anh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it didnt go like that. But that was the scenario painted to us by our reliable informants. Suspicions have been raised about the relationship between Anh and David. Are they the normal friends as we see in class, or do they have something else out of the ordinary? Are they in fact....in love???&lt;br /&gt;The time that they spend together, because of their numerous free periods have raised certain eyebrows. In fact, its 31 free periods.&lt;br /&gt;When confronted about it in class, David did not deny it, and basically just acted like a celebrity who is being hounded by paparazzis about his love life.&lt;br /&gt;When this happens, we all know. It MUST be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David unwittingly admitted that he has 4 loves in his life. Nope. Not 1 but 4 loves. And the most shocking is his most secret love ever. Now exposed!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO READ NEXT CONTAINS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS AND LURID DETAILS. PARENTAL ADVISORY REQUIRED.&lt;br /&gt;A guy whom we saw talking merrily to David at the prata store, we initially assumed was one of his many friends. We never expected the outburst that would happen later.&lt;br /&gt;As David was finishing his last piece of prata, he suddenly looked up and smiled. Expecting either gal No.1-3, we looked up. No girl. Only two guys. The guy on the left looked vaguely familiar. Then we realised it was the guy David was talking to earlier.&lt;br /&gt;When he was asked who that guy was, he muttered that "He does funny things to me in the art room" Then as our faces turned from pure boredom to surprise and our jaws dropped, he suddenly realised what he said. And his face also changed from pure bliss to horror.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: The art room is a place where David goes to relief 'stress'.&lt;br /&gt;David really needs help. He needs to be saved from his uncle and mother. Or else, he would just continue to do funny things in the art room. Counsellors anyone??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... that concludes he report on David and his 4 loves. The fourth being the MOST explicit and unexpected. Well.. actually not unexpected but... interesting to find out all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111208777341349677?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111208777341349677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-developments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111208777341349677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111208777341349677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-developments.html' title='New Developments!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111184364421884735</id><published>2005-03-26T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:33:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Fashion Festival 2005</title><content type='html'>I got a new fad! And an entirely new AND totally fun thing to do! I'm gonna do it more often. NO prizes for guessing what my new fad has to do with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! A whole new way of shopping. (well..actually, come to think of it, 1 new way and 1 entirely new reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.1 : The WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping online at ebay singapore. Its SUPER fun AND extremely addictive! I can trawl the websites for hours, looking at all the nice clothes and bags up on sale. However, the most fun part is where you start to bid for the thing you like. This is unlike usual shopping where what you pay is confirmed to get you what you want. Bidding, however, is an entirely different thing. People can outbid you using the most Machiavellian methods they have on hand. Its a dog eat dog world out there in the shopping world. Some resort to placing their bids only at the last few minutes to the end of the auction, while others will just pretend that they have no interest in it at all before placing the whammy bid in the last few hours. That way, you never even knew you got a competitor, and thus, dont check whether you're winning bcuz you think that its a shoo in. But then again, all these treachery and deception adds up to the ultimate fun and thrill! I get an adrenaline high everytime I'm fighting with some unseen and unknown person for an absolutely gorgeous item. Guys who are reading this, don't shake your head in absolute disgust. You get your adrenaline rush, I get mine. Fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto my second adrenaline rush. For this one, I even get shivers down my spine. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2: The REASON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new reason to shop!! Instead of shopping just to get some nice new threads that every gal will covet or lust after,(which is good reason enough to shop..) I shop for the SFF.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are now going, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is.. dudes (even babes..) You're out of the loop. How can anyone NOT know what SFF is? Its like the current most &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fashionable&lt;/span&gt; place to be at, whether to be seen or to see.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what is it?&lt;br /&gt;If no, I seriously am gonna give up. Its the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore Fashion Festival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is my new fad. Shopping FOR the SFF. Don't gasp and think i've gone absolutely nuts. Yes. I shop for clothes especially to wear to SFF. And no.. obviously i'm not the designer or model or anything that I'll need to show others what i wear, but still.. its just as important. You'll see why.&lt;br /&gt;As the SFF is THE place to see and be seen, THE place to hang out with like minded fashionistas, THE place to get a heady whiff of the latest and coolest fashions in town and last but certainly not the least, THE place for freebies and fashion offers.&lt;br /&gt;SFF is sooo important to a fashion crazed girl(like me) that... to me, it seems almost like a red carpet event at Hollywood. (but not that formal tho', just a few steps more casual) But STILL. To attend these events, you must look good AND fashionable. Where fashionable is the key word here. After all, only the elite of the fashion world, the best dressers in town are crazy enough to attend these events. To be classified as one of them.... its my dream. And so, when I was able to grab hold of tickets to these events, I was absolutely delighted. In fact, in ecstacy. I simply could NOT believe it. Therefore, I immediately booked the tix and printed them out. And sending my joy over to like minded gals like yan ling and tzu qun.&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what you wear there has to be special, different, FASHIONABLE. It was a tough job thinking up of what to wear that would be suitable, until I remembered that to look casually formal is the best look for these events. And what would do that the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK JEANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in dark blue jeans, not faded or washed out. Dark blue jeans are THE thing to wear if you want to look casually formal.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I embarked on my shopping trip, with all but 1 purpose, to find that elusive pair of DARK BLUE jeans and wear it to the event. The problem was, I only had a day. Needless to say, I failed at my measly attempts to find THE PAIR.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I would fail. I mean, 1 day??????????????? That's like practically impossible task.&lt;br /&gt;But lets not talk about what happened after that. The main purpose of this post is to explain the new reason I have for shopping. Now not as simple as before but a much more complex reason and sensible reason to shop. At least I've got a goal and its NOT goal-less shopping right?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111184364421884735?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111184364421884735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/singapore-fashion-festival-2005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111184364421884735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111184364421884735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/singapore-fashion-festival-2005.html' title='Singapore Fashion Festival 2005'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111167060109088383</id><published>2005-03-25T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:57:10.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things Guys Do...</title><content type='html'>David has a DYSFUNCTIONAL family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After decades of David hiding away his shameful family secrets into a dusty trunk, the cat has finally been let out of the bag, (or should we say, the love is let out of the trunk). David, the well known AND loved pet celebrity of SB2, has had an extended family for ages. But what we didnt know was that, the reason he sometimes seems so whacked out over a singular act of play kissing carried out by our class star, Ms Van Su Yun, is heralded by an embarrassing and traumatizing family secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we found out was that his extended family, which included his mom and uncle as well as his sometimes giddy aunt and his illegimate son, has severly tramatized him over a few acts that his mother and uncle carry out on him. The truth is, we discovered that his uncle, Mr JN, has been known to get very up close an personal with him. And we mean it in a literal way. What is worse is that, this happens about 3 times a day on average. The explicit scenes and acts were caught live! on video! One of the more memorable scenes were when Mr JN pulled...no wait...ripped open his shirt. Trust us, we never saw David looking so petrified and speechless before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not all. In the video (not unlike the one of Paris Hilton and Rick Solomon), when David called out to his "mother"(FYI, the mother has an unusually guy-ish name of KEITH) for help.. All "she" said was, "rape me!" This chant would continue for quite a few times, before ceasing momentarily for a break. Even when David tried to call for help again, his mother sang that song (or chant, whatever you want to call it), and looked longingly into David's already petrified eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a family like THAT, its not a great wonder why David overreacts to any public display of affections. Folks, forgive and let live. After all... its really all his uncle and mother's fault. Dont blame him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111167060109088383?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111167060109088383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-guys-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111167060109088383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111167060109088383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-guys-do.html' title='The Things Guys Do...'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111123847368363213</id><published>2005-03-20T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T21:22:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises! and not so many surprises...</title><content type='html'>Today's issue is all about surprises... and NOT so surprising stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZINGLY... derrick can actually sing! And pretty well too! Surprise surprise.... No one knew THAT. How did we find out? Well.. simple.. we heard for ourselves the truth. When he 1st opened his golden mouth(AND throat).. we were totally surprised at the words and tunes that tumbled out. At first, we thought it was just a speck of our imagination, and that we were getting high on our honeyed drinks and so thought that everything that spewed out would seemed honeyed to us. But nooooooo.. when we swapped our drinks for green tea.. he still sounded as good. I mean.. its impossible for us to get high on green tea right? I mean, then he would sound 'greeny' or 'tealy'. Which would be pretty weird. So no. It was quite good till the point when we thought that the singing came from the song itself! Yes, and we werent 'greeny' and thus mistaken or wateva.&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that SUCH a surprise?? Who knew flamingoes could sing... now we know why they stand on 1 leg all the time.. Practising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN-Surprise #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN-surprisingly.. David cant sing! Yep. Another alert observation by us. Well.. we knew of this beforehand already, so we didnt expect much. Who knew that it could be THAT bad? Sigh. The guy needs help. How? 'When You Believe' was totally destructed with all his high screeching at the high parts, and.. well.. lets just not say anymore, or all you fans of those songs will come after him with a hammer and axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We interrupt this news broadcast with a short disclaimer: 'Our news are family orientated, and are violence-friendly at all times.We generally DO NOT encourage any form of violence, and thus our news will not encourage any outside violence too. Even if we wouldnt see the bloody mess after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So.. back to the report. Well.. there is nothing more to say, only that if you go kbox and david is there.. expect a night of laughter (or a whole day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing! Am too lazy to look for a product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111123847368363213?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111123847368363213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/surprises-and-not-so-many-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111123847368363213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111123847368363213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/surprises-and-not-so-many-surprises.html' title='Surprises! and not so many surprises...'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111105712422370115</id><published>2005-03-17T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:31:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My obsessions</title><content type='html'>MY TOP 5 OBSESSIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1) Shopping! (as you all probably know already..)&lt;br /&gt;I get my adrenaline rush from stepping into a bright and clean mall, smelling the whiff of money and aircon(and food), and hearing the click-clack sounds of heels on the highly polished marbled floors, and seeing the myriad of rainbow colors all around. And nothing beats the thrill of searching thru racks and racks of items and of finding that oh-so-gorgeous top or bag. Heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Guy Watching&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of obvious, but in here, the guy i refer to means good looking and cute guys, where its called eye candy. The best type of eye candy would be better suited to particular guys like Allan Wu, or Julian Hee, Wilbur Pan or similar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Relaxing with facials or massages or pedicures and manicures&lt;br /&gt;THIS is the ultimate enjoyment and relaxation therapy, it melts away all my stress and problems.I can feel all the knots in my head or body loosening and unwinding and the end result can be a more radiant glow and/or nicer looking talons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Talking or chatting&lt;br /&gt;Love to chat to people, whether over the phone or in person, or even on MSN.. there are so many stories to swap, so many things to hear, so...... mindless! Mindless things are good.. does not require brain juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Reading&lt;br /&gt;Magazines,comics or books.. anything to read is great! Takes you into a totally different dimension and world, refreshes and renews your mind with new ideas and thoughts. It allows you to be sucked into the whirlwind of twisted plots and scenarios, and experience the scare or mystery yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this, all of you must be wondering why I'm talking rubbish. Well, thats cuz I've got no gossip to relate or anything else interesting to tell u all. Trust me, when school reopens, there will be fresh meat to devour whole, just as long as they come knocking on my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day!&lt;br /&gt;Myna Satin Pink Kelly Clutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/myna.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely gorgeous and stunning and sweet rolled into 1! So sexy, yet feminine, I like! This piece is on auction on ebay. (and yes, I trawl ebay for possible fashion finds like this!) Too bad its too ex at $138&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111105712422370115?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111105712422370115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-obsessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111105712422370115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111105712422370115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-obsessions.html' title='My obsessions'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111080937348635190</id><published>2005-03-14T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:09:33.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some grouses</title><content type='html'>Finally... a new update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about any new gossip or anything, just something i saw today that reminded me about some of my previous grouses and MY DARN LUCK!! Anyway, how am i supposed to write about class or school gossip when i didnt go to school for the past few days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here goes.. As I was walking to SaSa in Bugis to meet yanling, I saw this mini commotion up ahead. Turned out to be a mediacorp filming thingy, and the 4 different artistes wore different colour clothes. When I reached SaSa, I noted that they were filming right in front of it. So I eagerly looked to the artistes' faces. And I couldnt believe WHO i saw..... Jeff Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I irritated or what????? I cant stand him... and the first time i saw him outside was quite a few years ago... at this christian bookshop on the seas. And at that time, i was already pretty irritated and annoyed at him. Didnt really like him.. and the other time, I outrightly showed my irritation by brushing irritatedly past him, and it was ON PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he was blocking my way.. that's why! And WHY should i walk 1 big roundabout just to avoid bumping into him? He's NOT even an artiste i am neutral with. And he is definitely NOT a big shot. So will someone tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so pissed? Cuz I hardly have any opportunity to meet cute artistes... no wait.. let me correct that.. I mean artistes... and when I do, I would want to meet CUTE artistes whom i would absolutely love to see.. not some low key actor whom I ALREADY met before, and furthermore, one that I dont like. I would rather reserve my sightings for the better people. If you all understand what i'm saying... yea... why cant i ever meet allan wu or julian hee... or someone as cute???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends have seen allan wu outside before, and even waved to him. WHY?? Why cant i meet him??? and instead.. the rare chance was LOST on that stupid actor. I mean, if its only once, at least it wont be THAT bad. But TWICE??? That is really crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too mad for product of the day... so.. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111080937348635190?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111080937348635190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-grouses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111080937348635190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111080937348635190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-grouses.html' title='Some grouses'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111027841916434199</id><published>2005-03-08T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:40:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jilted?</title><content type='html'>Has our pet hamster been two timed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the question we wanna ask AND know. According to our most recent source, Ms X, or David's gal, has been spotted in the good ocmpany of a few good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. So maybe that was lame, but anyway, according to our reliable source, Ms X was truly spotted talking happily and intimately with another guy, who is NOT david. It was eerie how the event seemed to repeat itself. The girl sitting down next to that new guy, and chatting the whole of the bus ride with him, almost non stop. She, was smiling just as radiant as when, not too long ago, we spotted her with david. Why then this? Does this mean that she has all along been stringing david along, and bringing him on a wild goose chase? Not to say she looks like a wild goose or anything, but... whateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also seemed oblivious to anyone else when she was talking to that guy, and totally ignoring her friend sitting behind her. (NOte the resemblance to my previous entry about david and her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only AFTER the guy left, did she even notice the girl behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems, the matter is not so simple as A + B=C anymore. A new factor has been factored into the equation, in the form of another guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question remains, has she been two timing the poor little hamster all along? Had she been preying on his minute innocence and naivety? Taking advantage of him, and then disposing of him after that? You know what, we're sorry, but we dont know either. Guess the answer lies only with David. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, David should not to be too sad, because she didnt, (or maybe we didnt catch it) ask the guy to "call me kae??" as she left the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So david, if you're reading this, let us tell you, there is still hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it! Before its all gone...... or if she really has betrayed you, give us a call, and we'll set it right for you. NO worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Old Navy's clutch bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/clutch.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! They are sooooo gorgeous! So delectable! I absolutely love it!!!! The price is also super cheap!! BUt the spree organised by &lt;a href="http://www.cozycot.com"&gt;www.cozycot.com&lt;/a&gt; is already over. Wasted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111027841916434199?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111027841916434199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/jilted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111027841916434199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111027841916434199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/jilted.html' title='Jilted?'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-111002996968715543</id><published>2005-03-06T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:46:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonia and David</title><content type='html'>I'll make this a small one cuz there's nothing else too interesting to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As heard from our reliable source over the secure telephone line, we received a piece of news that we simply cant wait for the next issue to publish, cuz THIS piece of news is just EXPLOSIVE!!!! (and explicit too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll quote word for word what we heard, and now present to all you out there, the unadultered piece of news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCE: Psst...I've got something interesting to tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;US: What?&lt;br /&gt;S: David and Sonia were caught on camera&lt;br /&gt;U: So? What's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;S: Well... they are caught.. erm...er.. you know..&lt;br /&gt;U: No, I dont. WHAT were they doing?&lt;br /&gt;S: Er...erm..they were...were... just..&lt;br /&gt;U: For goodness's sake! Just get it over and done with, and TELL me!&lt;br /&gt;S: Ok..here it goes.. They were caught on photo sleeping together&lt;br /&gt;U: WHAAAAAAATTTTTTT???&lt;br /&gt;S: Yea... thats what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;U: Where that pic!! I need it!! OMG! THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;S: Yes yes, I heard you, dont shout or yell.&lt;br /&gt;U: Where? What? When? Why?&lt;br /&gt;S: In class, during last week, dont ask me why. THAT I dont know...&lt;br /&gt;U: Well well well.. the nerve and cheek of David... who knew he was sooooo....That cheeky devil!!&lt;br /&gt;S: Ya, I guess. He didnt even SHOW any signs.&lt;br /&gt;U: He sure kept it well hidden&lt;br /&gt;~End of Conversation~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all folks!! Decide for yourselves what to think of THAT. The pic is with Derrick, our professional photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Stila's New 3-duo eye shadow compact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/eyes.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casing is just sooo cute!!! and the colours are real nice too! And the slimmness of the case ensures that you can bring it out to just anywhere, and when you take it out, people will never guess that its eye shadow! So damn kewl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-111002996968715543?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/111002996968715543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/sonia-and-david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111002996968715543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/111002996968715543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/sonia-and-david.html' title='Sonia and David'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-110975125900806667</id><published>2005-03-02T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:23:38.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPdates!!</title><content type='html'>Extra extra read all about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 -David&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Due to our typographical and geographical errors of miscalculation, we missed out on a VIP, (very important point) on that David and Ms X's entry. So, as to appease all the nasty people who were enraged by our error of leaving that piece of info out before, we will now put it back in. Here is that missing piece (of the pizza) : When David sat down next to her on that bus that fateful day..... she did something truly amazing. NO, she didnt smile, tho that in David's case would be pretty awesome. No. What she did was that she turned the aircon shaft to direct cool air towards David. For him!!! He didnt even have to look up longingly at the aircon shaft and nibble at her toes or anything of that kind. Yup, we noticed. That's how FAR we will go for you all. She did that of her own will, almost automatically. And THAT on a hot and blistering day, more worse so for David, who has an entire fur coat, was indeed a much needed cooling effect that he is bound to remember for years to come. Aww... how SWEET!! We all would LOVE some of THAT in our lives wouldnt we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2-Yoon Hoe and Tzu Qun&lt;br /&gt;More developments have been observed on this budding couple. It was noticed quite recently that Yoon Hoe might have decided to ask her out, on a date, and from all the harried whisperings and the furtive glances they sent in our direction whenever we were about 3 feet near, and because of a CERTAIN reporters microphone ran out of batteries.. all we heard was the date, "30th of March." And the reply was somewhat intelligible. Just a series of happy shrieks and muffled sounds. Too bad. We'll never know whether she agreed or not. Guess we'll have to stand guard outside her house on that day, and observe the going ons on that day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Hide from possible (very possible) subject of gossip, who could very well be coming down the hallway with a LARGE bouquet of sweet smelling roses and maybe a hippo or two. Must get disguise. Possibly a large hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3-Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;The mystery gal has been identified as someone we will just call Ms A! After much probings from Jonathan and many denials later, some of which were, "We were waiting for someone! Called Bryan." Which IS a little difficult to believe, well.. lets just keep it to, see to believe. I mean the guy, Bryan. Anyways, he changed tack after more pressure, and finally admitted that Ms A had asked him out. No wonder he dressed SOOO differently from the norm. Now that the truth is out, the matter will finally come to a rest. Isnt that sooo much better??? So never hide from the truth, it will just blow up into something bigger. Geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;X:odus's Tracy Mules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/tracymules.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice, cutesy and feminine! Its serious yet playful, perfect for anything, shopping or dinners. I just LOVE it! Very possibly going to buy that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-110975125900806667?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110975125900806667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110975125900806667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110975125900806667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/03/updates.html' title='UPdates!!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-110933751291522385</id><published>2005-02-26T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:18:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG news!!! Cant BUH-LIEVE what i saw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;news of the century yet! &lt;/div&gt;Bet you all out there dont even know this yet. Not even a whiff of it. Nope! Not even the most updated ones of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. its ANOTHER biggie. More unexpected than what you know or heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan of 2sb2 is no longer single and available!! He was spotted together one-to-one with a girl from ACJC, from what class this reporter has forgotten, but I know, she was once in the same chinese class as us before. If I'm not wrong, she is the secretary of some club in AC. When we smelt this happening, we immediately rushed up to find out if this were true. And... lo and behold... what we saw, we could hardly believe. HIM, in a zippered skin tight blue lycra top, standing around, looking innocent. But WE know the TRUTH. Standing very near to him, almost next to him, was the girl we long suspected his beau (or is it her beau??). When we asked perfectly innocently what movie he was watching, he gave the answer as 'Hide and Seek'.&lt;br /&gt;O......... we see we see. Hide and Seek eh? Just dont try to play hide and seek with us, cuz, Jonathan, you can run, but you cant hide. We're gonna find out the truth. But anyways, isnt it OBVIOUS whats the truth? And dont be as silly as David as to hide the truth and deny fervently what is so clear and bright. Trust us. It only heightens your status as a real suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking? We think so too. Anyone out there with more unadulterated information, can please leave a note at my tagboard above. If its trustworthy, we will chase up on it. Let the truth be brought to light!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the Day:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/britneycurios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, flowery and infused with vanilla essence, it was simply divine. We all loved it at 1st try. Even the packaging is so sweet and cute and exquisite! I love the bluish-pinkish tinge bottle, with the mini gemstone at the side. Cool! The smell is also unlike other perfumes you've smelt before. Some perfumes smell one and the same, but THIS, is totally different, and I've personally not smelt any perfume like this before. Worth a try! No wait.. its a MUST try!&lt;br /&gt;Retails at $80 for a 50 ml bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-110933751291522385?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110933751291522385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/big-news-cant-buh-lieve-what-i-saw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110933751291522385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110933751291522385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/big-news-cant-buh-lieve-what-i-saw.html' title='BIG news!!! Cant BUH-LIEVE what i saw'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-110925667397993182</id><published>2005-02-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:51:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I say... hmmm... updates!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what people!! I just realised I'm related to orlando bloom!!! Yes.. this is NOT a joke. And orlando bloom is not a nickname for someone I know. Neither is he some 'other' orlando who happens to have a surname of bloom. Its the real person in the flesh.. or should I say.. in the flash???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayye.. so i'm just blabbering on and on about basically nothing. But I really have no new news about anything at all??!! With the terms and all that.. mightly difficult to get a real good piece of gossip unless you want me to tell u all about some really boring stuff that no one knows who i'm talking about or who that person is. Or dun want me going crazy over. And/or something you all know already.&lt;br /&gt;Since you all are not saying anything, I'll juz take it that you are willing to listen to me spin yarns of balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Teo looks like Pierre Png! Or does Pierre Png look like Daryl?? No... for the sake of pierre's reputation, we shall concur wholeheartedly that Daryl looks like Pierre. And where did we find this piece of juicy, munchie piece of news? From our dear competitor, Mr 8 Days. No.. not Craig David you nincompoop. We mean the magazine. Yes. If you all were to observe closely the cover picture on this week's 8 Days.. you will be able to notice that Pierre Png is on the cover. And its pierre png, not daryl teo. Seriously. Our savy reporter's picked up on this while one of our dear readers, picked up the #$%@!... Ok.... MUST remain objective. Breathe. Now... where were we? Ok. The copy of 8 Days. The pose that Pierre struck was such a resemblance of Daryl that at one point in time, we swear we almost thought Daryl had amazingly become a star overnight. Which is really AMAZING, if you know what we mean. Not to say anything discriminating about people, but its kinda difficult for us to see that happening anytime soon. But if you love him to bits and hope to cut out pictures with nice poses and styles and quality of him (him here refers to daryl), you might wish to do so by cutting up that particular copy of 8 Days. And when we do that, the whole world will rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;For you: YAY!! No more blurry mobile phone pictures. (Though we regret to say that this applies only to the very minor majority.. like abt 0.1%)&lt;br /&gt;For us: YAY!! No more 8 Days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT in harmony. So, what do you say? Is it a deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the world seem so minute (and its MI-NUTE, not MI-NIT) all of a sudden? It seems that the whole world is interlinked together. Why the claim? Well, let's take this reporter's distant cousin for example. He used to study in Henry Park Primary, and says he knows yan ling and tzu qun, for which I'm totally shocked cuz I never knew that. I thought that yan ling and tzu qun kinda forgot him, until recently, where I told them his christian name, and then.. they finally knew who he is. Weird at how all this is related huh? And that's not all. Michelle, my close friend now in SAJC, is linked to the cute guy in her class thru PW, and that cute guy coincidentally is linked to derrick and rachel, who is linked to him thru their SAME class in sec school. Scary? That's not all. Clara, from 2SB1, is linked to me thru Go Green, and also linked to him thru ex-primary school mates. Michelle, is then finally linked to Derrick, as her primary school friend. Isnt this TOTALLY weird??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this brings us back to the initial topic on this post. Me being linked to orlando bloom. Is NOT impossible. And that's why I say, I'm not telling a joke. So stop laughing, all you out there. Just dont come running to me when one day I wave hi to him and he smiles and waves back.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Origins Instant Chocolate Fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/cocoa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great for when you're feeling down! As we all know, chocolate can make your body release endorphins which can make you instantly happier and satisfied. But won' t you have to eat chocs then? No way! Not when you want to avoid those ugly pimples or calories. But THIS can also lift your blah mood into pure bliss in a matter of seconds without the nasty implications eating chocolates can bring. What more do we need to say? Bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-110925667397993182?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110925667397993182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-should-i-say-hmmm-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110925667397993182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110925667397993182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-should-i-say-hmmm-updates.html' title='What should I say... hmmm... updates!!!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-110897162272733735</id><published>2005-02-21T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:46:05.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not school gossip...but... so OMG!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Cant believe that jay chou got himself a girlfriend!!! No.. not that im jealous or anything.. but I just feel really sad...for yan ling as well. Its like.. he to me was mr nice guy... and like.. always available... but THIS to happen is just a shocker. I mean, wilber pan is not attached, and so I'm pretty happy. Now, the other most eligible guy has gone and had a girlfriend. Its like, not supposed to happen you know?? Aiyaz.. cant explain why this overwhelming feeling of sadness, but I just do. WEIRD, since I'm not jealous of li lin or anything, and neither am I jealous of sarah michelle gellar. I feel really happy seeing them together, happy for allan and freddie prinze jr. But for some SUPER weird reason, I cant seem to be able to see past my rose tinted glasses and be happy for jay chou and patty hou. Wanna know who she is?? She's really pretty, i must admit, and jason is bound to like her lots, but I simply dun wanna see them together. Even tho she seems super nice and super compatible for jay chou, and her english is really good. Haiz... dunno what WRONG with moi. Mayb im jealous. Well.. here are HER pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/patt3.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="304" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/patt.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are pics of them together... Guess most of you already saw these pics, but I'm showing it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 525px" height="547" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/pattj.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-110897162272733735?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110897162272733735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-school-gossipbut-so-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110897162272733735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110897162272733735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-school-gossipbut-so-omg.html' title='Not school gossip...but... so OMG!!!!!'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-110882095246941305</id><published>2005-02-20T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T21:52:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much...</title><content type='html'>News Flash!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for Mr Rama's twin!! Last heard in New York, no wait, actually in ACJC's canteen. When our class claimed to have seen Mr Rama skipping his classes to slack in the canteen, he stamped his foot, neighed like a mare, and said that it wasnt him. He finally confessed that it was his twin brother, and he was having lessons at that time. It got hilarious when no one believed him at all, and he said, "NO!!!!!!!" and did his little horsey act all over again. Oh well. However, there have been reported sightings of Mr Rama.. or his twin in Singapore. Actually, in Jurong. As one of our reporters was busy trying to hail a cab at peak hours, a BLACK cab, stopped by the road, and let out some customers. While waiting, our beady eyed reporter spotted Mr Rama. Where do you think he was? Nope, not the customers. He was the cab driver!!! But before our reporter could get into the cab, it sped off like lightning after the mysterious cab driver said he wasnt going in that particular reporter's direction. Hmmmm.. why did he do that? GUILTY? EMBARASSED? But what you see is what you get. It cant be any wrong, unless the reporter was colour blind or something.. but he definitely noticed some dark guy there, who seriously looked like Mr Rama. Whether its Mr Rama, or his twin, we'll never know, but we can always guess. The only theory behind the swift escape of the cab is that: the driver knows us, or recognises us. Cant be Mr Rama's twin then... HE doesnt know us. That leaves us with only... MR RAMA himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps $2 a day cant get him any "S".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then... I thought he had a bunch of willing SB2 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. who knows.. and frankly.. who the HELL CARES???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second raunchy news of the day. I noticed my news are getting more racy by the entry. Wadeva. Its not me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel has a new fetish!! Well, actually, not really new, juz unknown. As this reporter got a balloon dog, which had a super cute little nose that stuck out, Rachel kept fingering it, plucking it, and pulling at it. When asked why, she said, without any remorse or sense of shamefulness, "I LIKE playing with things that stick out." With that, she smiled at this reporter. Can you buh-lieve that!!! Ok, so maybe that panty thingy wasnt so bad. But this was the pitts!!! Maybe she should go find Mr Rama or something. Then he wont have to be a taxi driver, and risk being found out why he has to have an additional part time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Abercrombie N Fitch Cassandra Striped Mini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="376" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/csmn.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks cool! I think it will look really nice with a dark/muted green racerback top!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-110882095246941305?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110882095246941305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110882095246941305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110882095246941305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much...'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-110863419054228022</id><published>2005-02-17T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T18:02:02.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so fresh news...</title><content type='html'>Our savvy reporter's antennae has picked up possible news on something brewing in 2SB2. It seems mightily suspicious, and we might as well report it for all you savagely hungry for gossip people out there. Trust me, this is pretty crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been recent observations that someone seems to have the hots for this particularly pretty gal, and this doesnt go unfounded. The people in question are, Yoon Hoe.. and his target seems to be Tzu Qun. Why? Firstly, an outsider, when told that Yoon Hoe said that the cookies which were made by Tzu Qun and her friends was very nice, commented loudly and unabashedly that Yoon Hoe must like one of us. At first, the comment was brushed off, but during practical on Tuesday, we decided that it must be true, and the person is no other than Tzu Qun herself. During practical, bcuz partners were needed, Yoon Hoe asked Tzu Qun this.., "You want to be my partner?" Which sounded kinda funny and wrong, but didnt strike us as anything too much. It only stuck us as a little more than the ordinary when later, as a joke was told, he turned around to smile at her, and laughed together with her. Also, it was noted that he kept looking in her direction all thru the practicals. One possible theory by our imminent professor in Gossipology, Dr Lim Yan Ling, is that, during Valentines Day, when Yoon Hoe gave stalks of roses to all the girls in the class, she theorized that perhaps he might have prepared roses for the dear gal, but didnt want to showcase his emotions too clearly, and thus decided to give it to all the other girls as well. She said, "This is highly possible as he came with a whole bouquet, and why would someone carry flowers to give out per stalk in a bouquet unless there were some last minute emergency changes?"&lt;br /&gt;We never lie. Its up to you to decide for yourselves whether we're telling the truth or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second piece of worthy news is probably old by now, but just in case you people out there don't know, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl Teo of 2SA2 is well loved by gals. Or at least, 1 gal, called HER. She wrote a long message on the Valentines Day boards, and the gist of it had something to do with 'winter of the heart', and 'warmth of your love', and 'my wait wil be 4eva'... it goes on, and she's apologizing to him for something she did and how she 'really regrets what she did', the main highlight of the message is, 'I still love you and it wasnt as easy as i tot to forget you. I'm waiting to fall into your arms, however long it takes.' Many have read it, and many must know who she is and Darryl himself must know who she is. We promise to find out who's that her, and what Darryl thinks. And that continues in Part 2 of 'The Mystery of Darryl's Love'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! By the way, I'm going to try to put a product of the day everyday on my blog. These products ARE tested and tried, and proven to be really good. I'm starting today's with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Hilfiger's True Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/ms_sparkles/tom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This perfume smells really great! It has this slightly fruity smell, and unlike other Tommy perfumes the smell is really subtle, not too overpowering. It makes you feel fresh like a daisy and it perfectly suitable for the day and when you want to feel light and breezy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="" onclick="javascript:openZoom(this.href, this.target);return false;" href="http://shop.tommy.com/shop?DSP=40200&amp;PCR=802:102:10000578:25011301&amp;amp;IID=FR028P301&amp;R=3272" target="largeImage" override="true" dsp="40200" s_oidt="0" s_oid="http://shop.tommy.com/shop?DSP=40200&amp;amp;amp;PCR=802:102:10000578:25011301&amp;IID=FR028P301&amp;amp;R=3272"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-110863419054228022?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110863419054228022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-so-fresh-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110863419054228022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110863419054228022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-so-fresh-news.html' title='Not so fresh news...'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871715.post-110855139273531345</id><published>2005-02-17T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:32:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not ALL about shopping...</title><content type='html'>Finally started a blog, under duress of yan ling and other well meaning friends. Wellll.. decided I'm gonna try a different type of blogging from yan ling. Hers is about daily events and other interesting stuff. Mine? Only what's good and desirable. (Not to say hers is boring or what.. but...haha..oops??) Seriously, think my blog is going to be one GARGANTUAN gossip rag, only that most gossip (and I mean MOST) is more or less true. Not fabricated stories. And when there's nothing gossipy to report, I shall discuss the latest fashion trends and my shopping mania tendencies. Sounds interesting...No?&lt;br /&gt;Currently the hottest topic is David and his GAL... And so it begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, 2SB2's resident pet hamster, was spotted in the company of an unknown girl which we shall call Miss X. Miss X here, was seen with David on more than 1 occasion. The last time we saw her, she seemed all smiles when talking to David, and sort of ignored her friend who was with her. David, also seemed oblivious to all his surroundings (including yours truly). But that cannot mean anything. So, after much investigation, reporters were truly surprised to see David and Miss X together yet again today. When David saw us, he seemed stunned and surprised, and hardly said two words to us. Instead, the entire time, he was SITTING NEXT to Miss X, (which I must mention he NEVER does), and talking happily, telling more of his stories. The highlight of the show was when Miss X left the bus and her parting words were particularly meaningful and works as a proof for my column. She said, "I'll call you later... kae?" and then, "Bye!" (all done in a sugary syrupy voice). That's not all, when the bus left the stop, I looked down at where she was, and saw with my own two eyes, her STILL looking up at the bus, and trying to see more of her rendevous partner. Isnt THAT proof enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of you out there want a more detailed picture of what went on, perhaps you all should check out yan ling's blog &lt;a href="http://lovesblack.blogspot.com"&gt;http://lovesblack.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And by the way, I saw this SUPER ULTRA DUPER cute guy at cross country today. He is in the fashion of an ABC, with cute small eyes which I LURVE!!! I saw him like, from even very far away, and noticed him in his drak green tee and wearing a cap. (This is a great feat considering I cant see well at things far away w/o my specs) when I just saw him, "He's cute!" flashed like disco lights across my brain, and so confident was I, I told yan ling about him IMMEDIATELY,&lt;br /&gt;and pointed him out, and told her how cute I think he is, but when I saw a good close up of him later as we were running in, I grabbed yan ling by her elbow and told her to look at him. And I think he saw me grabbing her and sucking in my breath, (cuz he literally took my breath away.. he's tt cute!!!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can forsee that I'm going to be thinking about him LOTS. Sigh. Why don't I see guys like him more often?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871715-110855139273531345?l=confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110855139273531345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-not-all-about-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110855139273531345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10871715/posts/default/110855139273531345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionzofashopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-not-all-about-shopping.html' title='Its not ALL about shopping...'/><author><name>ms_sparkles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
