<?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-3581234124077202641</id><updated>2011-07-29T13:23:47.395+08:00</updated><category term='`'/><category term='09/09/09'/><title type='text'>MONOTONELINES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-352746950452455969</id><published>2009-12-29T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:01:45.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>relink @ &lt;a href="http://www.sophisticated-call.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.sophisticated-call.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-352746950452455969?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/352746950452455969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/relink-www.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/352746950452455969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/352746950452455969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/relink-www.html' title=''/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6896361606537101109</id><published>2009-12-10T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:12:53.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green stripes and yellow checks</title><content type='html'>Cool eh. I slept at 5am yesterday and manage to wake up at 1. God, exactly 8 hours. :b Yes, outing tomorrow, it's cool. I haven't pack my bag. Just had an ultra big runny nose. My mom found the awesome 3-flavoured Vanhouten chocolate. I have damn lots of tidbits at home yesterday and today. :b Bought Chic. Mmmm. This issue is awesome too. And... I found the oil blotter (I've got 3 at home already! As in, oil blotter.) that Shamilah bought at Daiso. :b I bought the red one. I realise I like red more than green. But no, I like green still. The barbie girl song is damn sick. "You can touch, you can play." -_- Anyway. Bought some dog stickers. :b And sad news. My The Fame album broke. :/ Not the CD, the cover. I may buy another one. Then I'll have two. :b That shows how much I love Stefani, eh? Come on, why isn't there any Monster Ball in Singapore? Damn it. :( Wait, what else are there still. Oh, in the afternoon I spoke to Renald and his voice was so deep I was stunned for a moment. LOL. It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;Renald: "Hello." (But I did'nt hear clearly)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So are you going to the outing tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;Renald: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Stunned* "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;Renald: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok then. Bye"&lt;br /&gt;Renald: "Bye*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Sms* I was stunned by your voice. It seem deepen a few times.&lt;br /&gt;Renald: LOL. I thought it was already deep.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah it was deeper.&lt;br /&gt;Renald: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K that's it. I'm lame, 'kay. Oh, my dinner was Long Johns'. Anyway, I went to eat. Then my mom' ordered the Grilled Deep Sea Fish. And it was fishy. So she told the waiter. Then, he asked if we wanted to change it. We said it's okay. Then after that, my dad ate instead. Then he realise it was not fully cooked. (ew) then, they refunded. But mine was okay. Mine was Fish+Chicken :b But just now, after I reached home, I had diarrhoea. But still, I love Long Johns'. Their fries simply rocks. :b Okay, that's it. I'm going to pack my bag and *try* to fix my The Fame. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love the power of reading other's mind.&lt;br /&gt;Uh.&lt;br /&gt;DC Superheroes at Bugis Junction is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield - Unsomethingsomething.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6896361606537101109?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6896361606537101109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/green-stripes-and-yellow-checks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6896361606537101109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6896361606537101109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/green-stripes-and-yellow-checks.html' title='Green stripes and yellow checks'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5803689918386774775</id><published>2009-12-10T04:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:56:25.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Self record broke.&lt;br /&gt;5 AM. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5803689918386774775?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5803689918386774775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/self-record-broke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5803689918386774775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5803689918386774775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/self-record-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-698801823743737186</id><published>2009-12-06T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:06:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Russian Guy?"</title><content type='html'>On Friday, went Vivo with Shamilah. LOL. Um, set off, then went Serangoon, went out of train, saw her. Then we ran back into the train. lolz. Talked, talked, talked. Reached Vivo. Mmm. Went to buy ticket. Then 2.10pm one left frount seats only. So we tooked the 3pm back-side-seat. LOLOLOL. Because we wanted to sit at the back, and there's only the side ones. So I went like. "Hmm. Side back seat. No, backside" And both of us went Cackling. LOL. Then went Burger King, I was captivated by a papermaking advertisement at a gameshop. Then, we missed a seat. Then another because the video ad was long. Then, we finally found one, someone got there. Then, we wanted to leave, then we went back again. Then we finally saw one more. Then missed. Then, I was so pissed off I said, "See that two guy there. Take tissue and alot of chilli sauce then talk talk talk. Chilli guy." LOL. Then we called them Chilli guy. Then, I said "Then the other two use laptop then dun want give us seat" Then we went to stand beside them. LOL. Then stare at their laptop. Then, they're wiping the laptop, we standby. Then, someone took our seats. ... So, we're walking away, I saw a seat, then we went there. LOL. I went to buy first, then Shamilah joined in. Then the person in her queue took like 6 straws. So I whispered "Good game." And in the end, her queue left with one person infrount of her, while mine's 2. Yep. Then, the child infrount of her took like 30+ straws estimated. LOL. Then I was giggling. LOL. Yep, we ate (I ate mushroom swiss burger, HAHAHAHA.) we went Candy Empire. Then, we took lotsa sweets. Um, then I took very little, because I can't finish all. -_- Uh, took popping chocolate? My recommendation. LOL. Then, I commented that later eat very loud. *smuggling into cinema :p* And, she said go home then eat -_- So I said "Nvm lah, ppl thought we're eating popcorns" LOL. Then, while looking for other things, I saw a bottle of jelly beans, we decided to buy that instead of the chocolate. LOL. Then we go weigh, then we say too es. I go put back, she also put back *so awkward can* then, in the end, mine not heavy enough LOL. So I took a milky bar. LOL. Then, we're opening our jelly beans, then shamilah went "OMG THE LID SO COOL" Because it pops. (-_-) LOL. Then we went to the movie. We took shamilah's route since she said my route was wrong. Then we end up going to Habourfrount. LOLLLLLLL. Then we took my *long route* but that's the only route, duh. We watched. Then we went washroom when Jacob answered Bella's call. *He's at the funeral* LOL. Funny can. Then, after movie we went DIVA! And she wanted to buy a ring for 7$. Siow. Then, I call her go "SIX" see. (no, not sexy) Then the ring there's like $2. -_- I love Diva and Six yeyz. The Moodring like rocks lah. And their headpiece. Oooo. I don't know if I can go bugis sia. Because got two Class outing. :( Sorry Blair (Blair's also a guy's name too.) But I can't confirm luh. See first. LOL. Yep. Then I went compasspoint. Then parent fetch luh. Quite fun. OH I missed out something. When we buying the Just Nine-ce Combo, This guy like toppled the cup and was hitting it and finally catch it (So It won't drop the floor, duh). Then me and Shamilah was like Giggling. Trying not to laugh. But the guy himself laugh then three of us laugh together. LOL. So funny can. And another time, I was talking about this Russian guy on Habbosoup radio (The radio I work in as Graphics Editor, pro? lolz. I basically make graphics there) Then, Shamilah was staring at an eurasion guy who's on the other escalator. Then this indian woman smile at her. LOL funny funny funny funny funny. LOL. Yep. Ytd went training that's all. Forgot to bring my earplug -_-. And today went to Whatever Chicken pie shop. Uh *tries to remember* Ok can't. Anyway, ate Crab + noodle + soup. I don't know what's that called. Omg the soup is awesome. It's buttery and creamy and boomz. Anyway. Went Compasspoint afterwards, Uh, went action city, minitoons and bla. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wanted:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sony Vaio, Red.&lt;br /&gt;2) Purple Mouse&lt;br /&gt;3) Gold Audio Technica Headphones&lt;br /&gt;4) Graphic Design Earphones&lt;br /&gt;5) Everlast Sweater&lt;br /&gt;6) Apple iPhone 3G (I don't need 3G Speed, it's useless)&lt;br /&gt;7) iPod Nano, Red&lt;br /&gt;8) Nike Shoulder bag (Is that what you call it?)&lt;br /&gt;9) Levi's Strauss Shoes&lt;br /&gt;10) Converse (Hahahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;11) Dr.Martens, Black. :$&lt;br /&gt;12) Macaron Tower Cake for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;13) A really big Christmas Tree. (Provided my Brother won't spoil it...)&lt;br /&gt;14) Jeggings. As in, more.&lt;br /&gt;15) Design leg-jackets for Movies in Cathay. (Well, it's cold in Cathay)&lt;br /&gt;16) Bright Yellow Socks&lt;br /&gt;17) Nintendo Wii :p&lt;br /&gt;18) The gigantic $10 revolting sunnies in Minitoons&lt;br /&gt;19) RUBI Shoes shoes. (er.)&lt;br /&gt;20) And their sunnies as well.&lt;br /&gt;21) My brother to tear off that Sunflower sticker my mum pasted on my wall please.&lt;br /&gt;22) The Monster Ball in Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-698801823743737186?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/698801823743737186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/russian-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/698801823743737186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/698801823743737186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/russian-guy.html' title='&quot;The Russian Guy?&quot;'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7526321528425375845</id><published>2009-12-03T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:09:54.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't call me Gaga, I've never seen one like this before</title><content type='html'>Yesterday. Hm. Missed the Double Decker bus. Yeah, I left 10 minutes earlier, yet still miss it. So. I went to the next bus. And halfway through, there's this (estimated) jc couple who's like french kissing. WTF? Then the girl infrount of me keep on fidgeting. And I keep wanting to laugh. Went to CCA. Then after dance, while going back to bus stop, I saw the awesome girl who's performing in the concert again. Her shoes are nice, her shirt is nice, Ok, about everything. It's like in such bright colours you never think the sun is bright again. Then, I contoured around the 4-way traffic. What's that called uh. Because I saw my bus coming. And what's awesome is, the guy beside me is listening to pokerface. So I took off my earplug and listened, until the song ended, I blasted (earplug, duh) Dance in the Dark. Anyway, great. Almost the whole dance club calls me Gaga now. (Hui Min =_=) Yeah. Great. Anyway, Going to Vivo tomorrow with Shami go Lah lah lah lah lah~ Yay. New Moon! :p Wait. My Schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - Vivocity with Shamilah&lt;br /&gt;8th December - Concert&lt;br /&gt;11th December - Escape Theme Park (Class Outing, Yes, My Current Class)&lt;br /&gt;16th December - 6C Class Outing&lt;br /&gt;30th December - Sentosa with Class (6C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy eh. Next. Names Memorising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cippy - Hayden (Happy Birthday :))&lt;br /&gt;SK - Le Wei&lt;br /&gt;Kelly - Weikang&lt;br /&gt;Howl - Bobby&lt;br /&gt;Villy (loved) - celine or seline. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;sini - Douglas&lt;br /&gt;mf - Douglas too.&lt;br /&gt;r3dfreak - Daniel (powter :x)&lt;br /&gt;Sen - Kenneth! :)&lt;br /&gt;Pacheer - Ryan (my maths tutor :x)&lt;br /&gt;JC! - Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;strawloverrrr - Brenny (Brendon)&lt;br /&gt;gene - Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;FI - kelwin&lt;br /&gt;hazel - hazel (...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7526321528425375845?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7526321528425375845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-call-me-gaga-ive-never-seen-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7526321528425375845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7526321528425375845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-call-me-gaga-ive-never-seen-one.html' title='Don&apos;t call me Gaga, I&apos;ve never seen one like this before'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3328552606428318449</id><published>2009-12-02T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:44:36.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful and dirty, rich.</title><content type='html'>Went rehearsal... then we danced all the way until 5 for break, Dinner break. Drank. Went back. Spray alot of hairspray. Until my hair's hard. I feel like a star. :B Like Lady Gaga. jk. Uh, at the hall they spray spray then got people fake put make up on my face. LOL. Awesome. Ending = I look like a guy. Yay. :) I look handsome. Like those 80s' where their hair shiny shiny. Cough. Anyway. The school is scary at night k. But nvm. I'm brave. I'm a guy at that time. HAHAHA. The RP dancers used LADY GAGA'S SONG TO DANCE. HAHAHA. Owned you, baby. I mean, Celin(e), Shantel and Weizheng. Tsktsk. Well, they also used 4 minutes - Madonna + Timbaland + Justin Timberlake. Awesome dance. I asked my senior if we're dancing hiphop. They answered "Last Time" (...) Ok. Fine. Well, the SP people are awesome too. I like the girl with eyeliner. She's awesome. Really. If only I look like her. :/ Well. Sad. Weikang or, rather, Wanku! LOL. Going to watch New Moon with other Habbos on Thursday. :( New Moon. Damn it. Shantel's got the tix already. -_- Well, I don't like New Moon that much. 80% of the scene = kissing. God, they should make it NC16. Ok, I got a feeling Eclipse's gonna be NC16 at least. Because of the dirtey part. Where they make baby. -_- Wanlin, do you still like Twilight Saga? :) After reading Eclipse (or was it Breaking Dawn), you'll not like it. I think. Duh. Call-back tomorrow. Damn. I thought I can sleep late. And what I mean is until 1pm. :) Yes, that's me. Anyway, I shall retire to bed now. Note to Lewei : You look so nerd that girls puke, and no, you're not hot. What I call hot = Robert Downey Jr. (Ok, I know he's 44. But I don't know why, American guys look hot when they're old. Get what I mean? Charlie Swan. Yes.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3328552606428318449?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3328552606428318449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-and-dirty-rich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3328552606428318449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3328552606428318449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-and-dirty-rich.html' title='Beautiful and dirty, rich.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-4177836245338530912</id><published>2009-12-01T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:05:36.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habbo is Hilarious.</title><content type='html'>LOL. I told an 11-year old girl I am a UK guy, Named Marc J. Hilton. LOL. You can see where I got my name from. Marc -&gt; From Marc Jacobs. J -&gt; Jiayu. Hilton -&gt; Paris Hilton. LOL. Okay, okay. Hilarious. Well, dance tomorrow. At three. How the hell am I suppose to keep all my fringe up with a bottle of Hairspray? Shouldn't had cut my fringe. Anyway... Hongzheng is damn rich can. 5 Hotel Views, 4 Giant Hand, 1 Archilianoisdnfaisdfr (Whatever.), 1 Astrobar, 1 Silver Dragon. (Stunned) Ok, confession. I did'nt know he was so rich. Oh, oh. Can't wait for a movie. Or two. With my boyfriends. Peter and... John, Well that's your new name, Shamilah. Awesome stuff. Well, visit my Habbo. It's... handsome. And cool. Damn... Hongy went to Ciphras' boomz party last thursday. And met 0xygen, uh... and others. Cool can. :( He say she's chio. But no, no, She's older than him. No worries. And Jeremy chia you look so bookworm can. =_= I love flash mobs. For singapore, my favourite yet is the one at Raffles place, HTC Flash Mob. The people just walked away doing their normal things, it's Hilarious. LOL. I crack up whenever I see flash mobs. Well, on Youtube. I like the Hoppers Invasion by Sony Erricson. The person who fell into the Manhole... The one who ran over the police car, the couple who got chased by the crowd, the dog who looked stunned and the guy who's so heavy. LOL. It's funny. Really. Being in America really rocks. People there do crazy things, like rap on plane. And get interviewed by CNN. Awesome. It's kind of awesome people like me can admire Fang Datong, but his voice is special. Really. And I love his look. I want to rent movies. Like... Criminal Minds, The Mentalist, Heroes,&lt;br /&gt;Batman. I can't wait for Robert Downey Junior. He's awesome. In Iron Man, or not. Well you're probably wondering where I got the phrase on my blog, "When life gets hard, screw it." I went Blogskins.com surfing, and found this phrase on one of the blog, so I used it. Anyway. "Walk, walk, Fashion Baby, Work it, Move that Bitch Crazy." Is from Bad Romance - Lady Gaga. :) Her Song Book is awesome. With a poem or some-sort by her. Oh, I found a website with alot of Runway Archives. Interested, ask it from me. :) Ah, retiring to bed after one last game of Roller Trap. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-4177836245338530912?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/4177836245338530912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/habbo-is-hilarious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4177836245338530912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4177836245338530912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/12/habbo-is-hilarious.html' title='Habbo is Hilarious.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5008791054395414747</id><published>2009-11-30T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:12:24.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've gotta feeling.</title><content type='html'>Well, I realised something. I like Tanya, Fang Datong, Oprah. Anyway, Sorry Sorry sounds like...&lt;br /&gt;"Shorry Shorry Shorry Shorry, Makan makan makan makan, blablabla, Shorry Shorry Shorry Shorry, Let me pushup pushup pushup pushup." I bought The Fame Monster, Be jealous. And Owl City's Ocean Eyes. I was that close to buying It's not me, It's you, by Lily Allen, haha. LOL, Jiajun's meeting Hong Zheng at bugis on Friday. And Hongy told me. "You know, 2 boys go Bugis damn weird can, like gays =.=" So I replied. "You know, 2 Boys and 1 Girl go Bugis even more weird can?" "I don't think so." LOL. And he and Jiajun tried to bribe me with The Fame Monster. But i told them I already bought it. :p I shall not reveal what they're going there for. Well. They're damn funny. :x Well, The Fame Monster is so pranky. It has two cover, 1 "The Fame" and another is "The Fame Monster" I tricked my father, saying I bought two "The Fame"s :P Argh. Fever sucks. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5008791054395414747?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5008791054395414747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-gotta-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5008791054395414747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5008791054395414747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-gotta-feeling.html' title='I&apos;ve gotta feeling.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2221659486517589582</id><published>2009-11-25T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:08:52.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fame Monster. Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;21st Century Breakdown. Green Day.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Eyes. Owl City.&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys. Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;Folie A Deux. Fall Out Boys.&lt;br /&gt;When the world comes down. The All-American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;Fearless Platinum - Taylor Swift (Surprise Surprise!)&lt;br /&gt;Uprising And New. MUSE.&lt;br /&gt;It's Not Me, It's You. Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;Audio Technica's Golden Headphones.&lt;br /&gt;Bose Headphones, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;iPod Nano with Video Camera.&lt;br /&gt;iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;Macbook Pro.&lt;br /&gt;More comfortable Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Beats Lady Gaga Earphones. ... ($200+ LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga's The Fame Monster Concert. (Please, no more fu*ks.)&lt;br /&gt;Recruited into Habbosoup.&lt;br /&gt;Sweats.&lt;br /&gt;Studded apparels.&lt;br /&gt;Nikon D3000 (Hongy says it's quality's not bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try Macarons.&lt;br /&gt;YAMI Yoghurt - Peach.&lt;br /&gt;BK's Mushroom Swiss Challenge Burger.&lt;br /&gt;A Bottle of Seasons Ice Peach Tea.&lt;br /&gt;MOS Burger's Fish Burger.&lt;br /&gt;BreadTalk's Butter Croissont.&lt;br /&gt;Macdonald's Garlic Chilli Sauce. (...)&lt;br /&gt;Salted Butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F***, None of them are healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Some Movies And Shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;*Waiting for the next* Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Resident Evil?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RuneScape (Check)&lt;br /&gt;Need For Speed&lt;br /&gt;Sudden Attack&lt;br /&gt;RE5 (Resident Evil)&lt;br /&gt;Dota, Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, going off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2221659486517589582?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2221659486517589582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2221659486517589582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2221659486517589582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5320046462319033703</id><published>2009-11-25T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:49:37.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 5 o'clock in the morning.</title><content type='html'>One conclusion. Beyonce needs a new level to match with Lady Gaga. Really. Look at her Videophone MV. It's totally crap. It's much much worst than Lady Gaga's. Some even commented that it's like watching p*rn. Whereas Lady Gaga's? The most, people comment that It's weird. Well, Compare weird and p*rn. Now you'd know. It's obvious our B-girl wants to... uh, win Lady Gaga or something? Ok forget that. Lady Gaga looks hilarious on Videophone MV. Really. She looks. Funny. Arabian-dancing. Well. Something like that. New stocks to my phone. (Music) Uh, Lily Allen's Who'd have known is hilarious, really. Her MV. with Elton. LOL. Creeper. Wtf LOL. Uh, next. My day. It's boring. From morning: Went Habbo and prank 12-year-old kids. Joke with Jeremy (Hi, I'm blogging, really.), Kenneth, Douglas and Bob. LOL, I KNOW THEIR NAMES. YES. Ok, namely mapleroxjc, senneth, sinidrums and howlroxdoph. Then tuned to Habbosoup... Uh, won a pink bar from Bob but I did'nt want it. (I'm kind, yes I am.) Yep, made a Signature, posted on Habbosoup Forum. Yesss. Uh, RuneScape-d (Don't laugh, I'm not level 3 anymore, I'm 6. Okay, Laugh.) Hm. Level 3 and do Prince Ali Quest. Pro eh. Anyway, after that, Dormorg helped me. Level 58 :) Yep, he's the one who influenced me. GOTH, BABY. And Lady Gaga's so cute Okay. She put alot of effort into her Bad Romance video. :) During the dance, she went like "One time, Can we do one more?" Awww. Hardworking. Even her background dancers say she's "Inspiring"~ "Hardworking"~ "Beautiful"~ "Awesome"~ Well, watch her MV Backstage or whatever. It's awesome. Well next. Thank you, Dormorg, Vanessa, I love Green Day, The All-American Rejects and Fall-Out-Boy now. Yes, all those boy-bands. Well, I suddenly realised they're so. Awesome. (Is that how you put it?) Darn. I'm hungry. Anyway. I love Red. Yep. All sorts of Red. No pink, yes. I love Black, White, Green still. And Brown. (It's the colour of LV Bags? -- Yes, I'm still myself. A Mix of Designer-ish and Gothic. Weird ey'?) And Yes, After 1 year, I'm enjoying dance! YES! Well secret: There's more to just dancing. &gt;:) Ok I'm hibernating. Really, I'm hungry, not sleepy, But I have to sleep. Or my juices gonna burn a hole in my stomach. And burst into flames like the Bed in Bad Romance Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p.s:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5320046462319033703?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5320046462319033703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-5-oclock-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5320046462319033703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5320046462319033703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-5-oclock-in-morning.html' title='It&apos;s 5 o&apos;clock in the morning.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6060478596177717250</id><published>2009-11-24T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:42:06.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got so many things to say. Ok. Piece them up yourselves then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned sadist overnight. No, not under influence of Vance or anything. It's just Dormorg and Doph, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilina just told me she's staying in HMT. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Lady Gaga's album release date. Not in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my new acer laptop charger for $89. What cheatorz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went suntec yesterday, saw those golden Auto-technica headphones, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed by Singapore Casket and saw a pale guy with loose clothes behind the blue windows. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Suntec, they were having Anime Fest. Those cosplays are awesome. There's this girl in, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy dance now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw Domokun on Telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got alot of songs to catch up on. As in, download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought chip and dale plushies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and two mickeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6060478596177717250?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6060478596177717250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-so-many-things-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6060478596177717250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6060478596177717250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-so-many-things-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7219056016250911835</id><published>2009-11-15T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:57:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ION'S big.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should lock up my crap blog. For some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1) No one even tags.&lt;br /&gt;2) I know people hates posts on Lady Gaga, designers or just some craps.&lt;br /&gt;3) If I locked it up, maybe I could just post some secrets. As in... nvm.&lt;br /&gt;4) Obviously, my blog is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can let some people view it.&lt;br /&gt;1) Hongy&lt;br /&gt;2) Shamilah&lt;br /&gt;3) Wanlin&lt;br /&gt;4) Meiqi&lt;br /&gt;5) Umm... I don't know? Whoever who requests and I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to normal blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ION today. The taxi fare's about the same as bugis, duh. Went in Burberry, saw darn lots of rich-looking-things. Ok obviously they're expensive. Then... went alot of place. My mouth instantly dropped. Omg i forgot, when we're getting out of the taxi, there was a doorman who opened the door for me! I tried to bite my lip but I could'nt then I smiled and turned away. omg la make me feel so jnajisdnras. Anyway. Alot of things, really. And I saw the Lego Brick project thing... LV (I did'nt went in because there were so little people... and there was someone at the door, it's so weird k.) Saw Marc Jacobs (er, as in the shop. LOL) the designs areeee perfect! Imagine... Umm. A new shop. "Mel (Shit i forgot the surname.) Mel... Corrigan!" Yes. Perfect. The Miu Miu shop exterior was awesome. Really. Although I did'nt went in. Saw alot of shops. Like...&lt;br /&gt;- Accessorize&lt;br /&gt;- Adidas&lt;br /&gt;- Armani Exchange&lt;br /&gt;- Giorgio Armani&lt;br /&gt;- Artbox (hah...)&lt;br /&gt;- Bobbi Brown *Fascinated*&lt;br /&gt;- Boss Selection&lt;br /&gt;- Burberry&lt;br /&gt;- Calvin Klein / Calvin Klein Jeans (I can't remember which.)&lt;br /&gt;- Charles &amp;amp; Keith&lt;br /&gt;- Crumpler (ALOT OF PEOPLE INSIDE SIA)&lt;br /&gt;- Dior&lt;br /&gt;- Dolce &amp;amp; Gabanna&lt;br /&gt;- DSQUARED2 (Woah, their design also damn nice.)&lt;br /&gt;- Dunkin' Donuts (Snort.)&lt;br /&gt;- Guess&lt;br /&gt;- Karen Millen&lt;br /&gt;- Kipling (The silver monkey is hilarious still.)&lt;br /&gt;- Levi's Stauss Signature&lt;br /&gt;- Louis Vuitton. HAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;- MANGO&lt;br /&gt;- Marc Jacobs&lt;br /&gt;- Miu Miu&lt;br /&gt;- New Look (I like the "W" on the signboard, it's like a wide "U" with a dot in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;- Prada&lt;br /&gt;(Umm, for prologue, I only saw the add on a pillar. :X)&lt;br /&gt;- River Island&lt;br /&gt;- RUBI Shoes&lt;br /&gt;- Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;- The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf&lt;br /&gt;- Topshop&lt;br /&gt;- Topman&lt;br /&gt;- UNI QLO&lt;br /&gt;- Valentino&lt;br /&gt;- WAREHOUSE&lt;br /&gt;- Yves Saint Laurent (Eev Ser Launt~ That's how the ad. person pronounces it)&lt;br /&gt;- Zara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alot of other shops I could'nt remember. Sigh. I did'nt get to go in much of the shops. Because of my brother. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7219056016250911835?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7219056016250911835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/ions-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7219056016250911835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7219056016250911835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/ions-big.html' title='ION&apos;S big.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3826858755192464280</id><published>2009-11-15T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:30:41.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7ar5MNU0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ja4YJe0Snlk/s1600-h/Badromance_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403997050512429890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7ar5MNU0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ja4YJe0Snlk/s320/Badromance_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry for this pic. I want to focus at her headpiece. Not really visable but it's a Bat hairpiece. It's awesome. I try to take a close snapshot of it. Fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7arhkYjZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oBLzlv22IuU/s1600-h/Welcome+to+my+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403997044171378066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7arhkYjZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oBLzlv22IuU/s320/Welcome+to+my+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self drawn... Er, on paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7areDHYXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KZtvQYJfcj0/s1600-h/RandomArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403997043226534258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7areDHYXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KZtvQYJfcj0/s320/RandomArt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also Self-drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7arJ93yQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/P7L2RG9rB-Y/s1600-h/RandomArt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403997037835831554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7arJ93yQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/P7L2RG9rB-Y/s320/RandomArt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloured Version. LG = Lady Gaga, MJ = Marc Jacobs, AM = Alexander Mcqueen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7aq1XwU5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ggNiZw3RNcY/s1600-h/FWAT_design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403997032307250066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7aq1XwU5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ggNiZw3RNcY/s320/FWAT_design.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designed on i-Dressup.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my god I just realised the Reid Peppard mouse headpiece is a dead mouse. A real one, a real dead mouse. ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3826858755192464280?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3826858755192464280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3826858755192464280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3826858755192464280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7ar5MNU0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ja4YJe0Snlk/s72-c/Badromance_17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5598359637165263900</id><published>2009-11-14T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:16:20.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7WYZPVb2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wyHrrYiA8O0/s1600-h/Badromance_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403992317471584098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7WYZPVb2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wyHrrYiA8O0/s320/Badromance_41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice that Rat on her head? It's designed by Reid Peppard. ESPECIALLY FOR THIS VID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V2irIbUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ahfj82l9pK4/s1600-h/Badromance_40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403991735888538946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V2irIbUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ahfj82l9pK4/s320/Badromance_40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V2XRgppI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IqpRJFHcR6o/s1600-h/Badromance_37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403991732828284562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V2XRgppI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IqpRJFHcR6o/s320/Badromance_37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Burning the man. HAHA. Most epic part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V2PSi62I/AAAAAAAAAJY/QkPrgl-jZb0/s1600-h/Badromance_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403991730685143906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V2PSi62I/AAAAAAAAAJY/QkPrgl-jZb0/s320/Badromance_35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Umm. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V1-DT_CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UkxeNbfylkQ/s1600-h/Badromance_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403991726057847842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V1-DT_CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UkxeNbfylkQ/s320/Badromance_32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Dress Designed by Benjamin Cho! Cheers and Claps for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V1l45T4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iE0jPThWWok/s1600-h/Badromance_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403991719571705730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7V1l45T4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iE0jPThWWok/s320/Badromance_30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rawr. It's Faux Fur, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VKAjJIWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/P3ZgLZ8NZhs/s1600-h/Badromance_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403990970813981026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VKAjJIWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/P3ZgLZ8NZhs/s320/Badromance_29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this pic sucks, because of the Youtube Title there. She looks fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VJySSNtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gls1R5xsrIE/s1600-h/Badromance_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403990966985176786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VJySSNtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gls1R5xsrIE/s320/Badromance_28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexander Mcqueen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VJquOrOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/y6RhS8lyCOU/s1600-h/Badromance_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403990964954901730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VJquOrOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/y6RhS8lyCOU/s320/Badromance_27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alexander Mcqueen Also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VJX0q24I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qo8rcYPYaN0/s1600-h/Badromance_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403990959881640834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VJX0q24I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qo8rcYPYaN0/s320/Badromance_26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAH! Alexander Mcqueen heels. Sorry for the blur picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VJK01RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4BJO85ugQbI/s1600-h/Badromance_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403990956392662322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7VJK01RTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4BJO85ugQbI/s320/Badromance_24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TP52fBLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/h8SLrSqrICQ/s1600-h/Badromance_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403988873072018610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TP52fBLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/h8SLrSqrICQ/s320/Badromance_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By Alexander Mcqueen, that's why I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TPYD6J-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/almRJCpLo20/s1600-h/badromance_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403988864001517538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TPYD6J-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/almRJCpLo20/s320/badromance_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry for this pic. But i mean those jewels are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TPDQJctI/AAAAAAAAAII/wJ8E0KxHwgc/s1600-h/Badromance_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403988858415706834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TPDQJctI/AAAAAAAAAII/wJ8E0KxHwgc/s320/Badromance_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Clean-minded people don't think too much please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TOyVG2nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WgN5vI632wE/s1600-h/Badromance_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403988853873105522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TOyVG2nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WgN5vI632wE/s320/Badromance_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TOqHRijI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TcKvcc-W0j0/s1600-h/Badromance_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403988851667601970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7TOqHRijI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TcKvcc-W0j0/s320/Badromance_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, candid pic. :x I love that coat. (Designed by Vava Dudu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7STiOYmFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gXdFGN-Q2kA/s1600-h/Badromance_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403987835937658962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7STiOYmFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gXdFGN-Q2kA/s320/Badromance_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lady Gaga free from heavy make-up. Beautiful right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7STZMhlAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J8uqc7SVYXQ/s1600-h/Badromance_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403987833513939970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7STZMhlAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J8uqc7SVYXQ/s320/Badromance_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wearing Dr.Beats earphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7STC6yoiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0m4uHFFCL1c/s1600-h/Badromance_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403987827533980194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7STC6yoiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0m4uHFFCL1c/s320/Badromance_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pic is one of my fave! :) She's beautiful here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7SS3PIVVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-NraSOy_mnw/s1600-h/badromance_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403987824398062930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7SS3PIVVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-NraSOy_mnw/s320/badromance_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the heels first. Y.Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7SS21mLlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/c7t9LCO4Y3c/s1600-h/badromance_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403987824290967122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7SS21mLlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/c7t9LCO4Y3c/s320/badromance_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Believe it, those sunnies are made of RAZORBLADE. Real ones. It could kill you ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that's about it. Oh god, took me 30 minutes to uploads all of them. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5598359637165263900?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5598359637165263900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/notice-that-rat-on-her-head-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5598359637165263900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5598359637165263900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/notice-that-rat-on-her-head-its.html' title=''/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7WYZPVb2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wyHrrYiA8O0/s72-c/Badromance_41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6733704460586662320</id><published>2009-11-14T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:36:24.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NjK5Lf2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/l1BnNlr7eN4/s1600-h/311020092206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403982606994472802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NjK5Lf2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/l1BnNlr7eN4/s320/311020092206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Umm, I know I should'nt be posting my personal pictures. But still?!?!! I love this tee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NirTxPqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mRwu6xPeq2Y/s1600-h/311020092188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403982598516063906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NirTxPqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mRwu6xPeq2Y/s320/311020092188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Ginger! Master Pianist. (k im bein lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NiXLZ46I/AAAAAAAAAG4/N76KVv5R3UU/s1600-h/201020091898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403982593112269730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NiXLZ46I/AAAAAAAAAG4/N76KVv5R3UU/s320/201020091898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm jealous. But I don't know towards who. JUST LOOK AT MARC JACOBS K. HE'S TAKING ADVANTAGE. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NhzN_zaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6Sb2sy6pbO4/s1600-h/041120092284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403982583459466658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NhzN_zaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6Sb2sy6pbO4/s320/041120092284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. My moneybank. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NhamR_HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8rZ9GbjT3uI/s1600-h/201020091895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403982576850435186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NhamR_HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8rZ9GbjT3uI/s320/201020091895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eyeing on this when I go to the shop tomorrow. But no, I'm not getting it. It's expensive k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6733704460586662320?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6733704460586662320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-for-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6733704460586662320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6733704460586662320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the memories!'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sv7NjK5Lf2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/l1BnNlr7eN4/s72-c/311020092206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-342347224918002470</id><published>2009-11-14T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:29:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floor is shaking in this disco heaven.</title><content type='html'>Oh disco heaven (x2)&lt;br /&gt;Get that, honey,&lt;br /&gt;It's getting cold in here, Little honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid's got me,&lt;br /&gt;???? arrow, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Blah, hot pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Nevermind. I feel like that freaking Bella in New Moon. I don't know why. Oh disco heaven. Oh disco heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Lady Gaga must be trilled. 9 More days til album release. Hah. I want to write music like hers. Not some Owl City, Taylor Swift Material. I mean, those are boring, and you can't possibly wear designer and be eccentric in those kind of videos. Right? You don't see Taylor Swift wearing Marc Jacobs, Yves Saint Laurent or anything. I mean, it feels weird. Ok, I'm gonna stop using all these designer shiat in my blog. I'll try. I mean, after tomorrow. I'm going ION. So... you know. It's... un... stopable or whatever word. If only they sell Ice Peach Tea in Beer Bottles. Then they allow 13 year old kids in Preteen-friendly pubs. Then you can drink Ice Peach Tea and feign drunk. I mean, that's... awesome. It feels like Lady-Gaga-Song-Material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You know that I love you boy, hot like mexico rejoice! Bla, nothing to lose.)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't call my name, Don't call my name, Alejandro!)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe, Fernando!)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch, Just want my cigarette and run!)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't call my name, Don't call my name, Roberto!)&lt;br /&gt;(Alejandro, Alejandro, Ale-alejandro, Ale-alejandro!)&lt;br /&gt;(Alejandro, Alejandro! Ale-alejandro, Ale-alejandro!)&lt;br /&gt;(Just go, please...-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I'll try to cut down on Lady Gaga too. I'll just make another blog and blog everything about them. Hah. (Alejandro!) (Fernando!) (Cigarette) (Don't call my name) (Roberto!) (Alejandro) (Ale-ale-jandro!) Umm. Nevermind. I guess I won't blog that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl-who-loves-shopping-starbucks-neon-colours-and-pixie-lott, Girl-who-loves-vintage-stuffs-and-had-a-girl-day-out, Girl-from-girl-guides-and-starts-with-M, Girl-with-white-suede-bag, Girl-(umm)-who-have-tons-of-Macdonalds-game-label-and-in-dance-club, I miss you! All though for the last one, I'm gonna meet her on monday. Errrrrrr. And yes, she's Shantel. I just realised she's very nice. Hahahaha. Ok I know I'm being mean and all. But I did'nt really talk to her. So I did'nt know she's so nice. LOL. (You're so fancey! Oh, ohohoh. See that girl? Watch her go, red highheels and pretty toes!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-342347224918002470?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/342347224918002470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/floor-is-shaking-in-this-disco-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/342347224918002470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/342347224918002470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/floor-is-shaking-in-this-disco-heaven.html' title='Floor is shaking in this disco heaven.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1178023350125022223</id><published>2009-11-14T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:08:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yves Saint Laurent</title><content type='html'>Went bugis. Missed ION. -_- Going tomorrow. Umm. I've nothing to do. Wanlin give me your bloglink please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1178023350125022223?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1178023350125022223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/yves-saint-laurent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1178023350125022223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1178023350125022223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/yves-saint-laurent.html' title='Yves Saint Laurent'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-8504355458034157484</id><published>2009-11-14T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:38:39.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG BK ROCKS.</title><content type='html'>omg omg omg. BK Design Studio debuts in ION Orchard. Meaning, we can design our own tees / Buy from those limited edition ready-made artist designed tee. omg. My own t-shirt for $40. That's way worth it right? Being from like "BK Design Studio" People will go like "Omg! that's like cooler than... umm. Nike! yes. Nike!" for example. Umm. yes. *added to my list*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8504355458034157484?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8504355458034157484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-bk-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8504355458034157484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8504355458034157484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-bk-rocks.html' title='OMG BK ROCKS.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3314223479387074694</id><published>2009-11-14T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:33:57.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOUISE VUITTON HERE I AM!!!</title><content type='html'>HAHA! I'm going to visit Louise Vuitton Boutique tomorrow! (Hopefully) Umm. There are so many things at Ion Orchard. *Screams* I mean, whole of orchard. *Settle down* I mean again, ION Orchard has LV. that's the point. Ok, let me list here for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessorize&lt;br /&gt;Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Aldo&lt;br /&gt;Armani Exchange&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Palmer&lt;br /&gt;Artbox&lt;br /&gt;Bobbi Brown (No, I don't think I'll be going here with my &lt;em&gt;mum&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;Boss Selection (Nope, not this too but just pass by... and peek.)&lt;br /&gt;Burberry&lt;br /&gt;bYSI&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Klein (Umm, will there be men's underwear inside there? If yes, I'm not going.)&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Klein Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Casio G-Factory (YAYYY-- Wait, I prefer LEVI's and Adidas)&lt;br /&gt;Charles and Keith&lt;br /&gt;Converse (Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Crumpler... Wait. Crumpler? OMG WHAT? Crumpler! I'm sooooo going in!&lt;br /&gt;DIOR&lt;br /&gt;Dolce &amp;amp; Gabanna (Now this is getting cool, all the brands are coming out.)&lt;br /&gt;DIVA&lt;br /&gt;Dsquared2... OMG?! I did'nt know they have a branch in singapore. HAHAHA! YAY. I LOVE ION ORCHARD&lt;br /&gt;Dunkin' Donuts (Er... Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;And... Each a Cup (:X)&lt;br /&gt;Everlast&lt;br /&gt;Fila&lt;br /&gt;Fox&lt;br /&gt;Fred Perry&lt;br /&gt;Freddie's (By Renaldo's) LOLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Ok, I don't know what this shop is about but the name is amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Frolic (Frozen Yoghurt)&lt;br /&gt;G2000&lt;br /&gt;G..ior...gio Arm..ani..??? Oh my god. Giorgio Armani. And I'm only at "G". I'm going to faint.&lt;br /&gt;Guess &lt;strong&gt;Accessories&lt;/strong&gt; store. (HAHA I CAN'T WAIT FOR "L")&lt;br /&gt;Karen Millen&lt;br /&gt;Kipling (OMG L IS COMING. I SEE THE WORD L!)&lt;br /&gt;Levi's Strauss Signature&lt;br /&gt;Levis (WHERE IS IT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOUIS VUITTON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOUIS VUITTON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stops for a moment after scrolling down* Because. I saw. The. Name. Marc. Jacobs. Meaning. They. Have. A. Marc. By. Marc. Jacobs. Store. In. ION. Orchard. And. I'm visiting it. OMGG!!! Wait chill. I can't buy it, I can't see Marc Jacobs. So what's the point. WHATEVER I'M GONNA GO AND SEE HIS SHOP.&lt;br /&gt;M)phosis&lt;br /&gt;Mango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARC JACOBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miu Miu (LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;Muji&lt;br /&gt;New Look&lt;br /&gt;Prada (I'm trying to key all this into my brain. Sorry if I miss a few shops.)&lt;br /&gt;Prologue... PROLOGUE? I MISSED THE DISCOUNT BUS TODAY WTF. Shantel send me!!! I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S BLUR!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Puma&lt;br /&gt;Renaldo's Apple Struddles and Pastries (Not bad uh, Designer and a Chef, Renald.)&lt;br /&gt;River Island&lt;br /&gt;Rubi Shoes (THEIR SUNNIES. MY MUM PROMISED ME. I DON'T CARE.)&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks (I'm bringing my ultra-thick New Moon book and drink coffee and read it!!! jk.)&lt;br /&gt;The Body Shop (Ok, not so.)&lt;br /&gt;The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf (Hehe. I'm bringing my Eclipse too. jk.)&lt;br /&gt;Topshop&lt;br /&gt;Triumph (LOL JK I added that for entertainment. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;UNIQLO. WHAT? UNIQLO? ION ORCHARD'S WAY COOL AND BIG!!!)&lt;br /&gt;*Smiles* Valentino. Why's all the designer names coming out. *Smiles smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Warehouse&lt;br /&gt;Yami Yoghurt (I LOVE THEIR PEACH YOGHURT ^^) Oh my god. Are my eyes playing tricks?&lt;br /&gt;YVES SAINT LAURENT (Ok, frankly, I don't know what they design but... it's famous so, let's just drop in. I'm gonna be a designer right? So... you know. Inspire inspire.)&lt;br /&gt;ZARAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111 THIS MALL ROCKZXZXCZXVCAIOSUFI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Like those TV show that suddenly go...*&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? But wait, what am i wearing. I just found my Chanel Keychain (My mum's friend went UK and bought it for my mum. And my mum gave me. HAHA, good deal, eh) I got my Sembonia bag, and *frowns* I got nothing to wear. Umm. My mum's topshop red singlet. Uh. My... ... ... I REALLY GOT NOTHING! nvm. I'll see what I can come up with tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get ma' sleep. Byebi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3314223479387074694?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3314223479387074694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/louise-vuitton-here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3314223479387074694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3314223479387074694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/louise-vuitton-here-i-am.html' title='LOUISE VUITTON HERE I AM!!!'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-8745050778627115638</id><published>2009-11-13T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:39:48.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga, Lady Gaga and Lady Gaga!!!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha her MV is awesome. MAYBE I'll post up some umm... pictures of it later. But for now, hehe, no. 3 Consecutive days of dance. Great. Woke up feeling pain in thigh, everywhere. Then went school. I thought I was late siol. But then some other people later than me. Hehe. Hah, just passed Shantel's blog's idiot test. I can thus consider myself as "Brilliant" tsk. Anyway, did stretching, And it was so freaking pain. Umm, then we did the dance, and stretched again and dance. And recap B.T.C steps. And new steps. Ok fine, basically, dance. Or to put it in more Hollywood-term. Entertainment Circle Act. Okay. After that, went Macs' with Shantel and Jiayu. (Uh, another one, yes.) Haha, I got two more Marina Bays. -.- Umm. And others. Well, Now I've got 3 Marina Bays. I forgot and told my mother Sentosa Cove. LOL. And she went "HUH?!" and Shantel's like signalling to me. "I mean Marina Bay." LOL. wthf. (Eh no, It means What the hell funny. -_-) Umm. Then, Jiayu &amp;amp; Jiayu. (LOLLL I LOVE THIS PART) Went AMK Hub... Shopped around. Really, we went Converse, Top 20 (No, not topshop, neither it is Forever 21) And basically, every shop. Bought gummies. (Uh. Yay.) Umm, then I went home. Oh oh, I forgot. I saw this BlueEyes Shop. And on display are some ultra-coolio-sunglasses-that-everyone-ok,-most-people-crave. Haha! Guess what. Ray Bans! Gucci! Chanel! Prada! Armani! Like omg. Jiayu's father owns a Spectacles shop and Jiayu told me that her father stocks in them. WTH?!?! Give me discount. Hehe. (Minus 1, oh no, make it 2 Zeros from the original price please. Heh.) Yeah anyway, I saw this new LV collection online. Something about cruises or whatever. The bag is ultra coolio. And I scroll down. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Price: $3000+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Ok, I forgot the exact amount) Omgl, Three thousand? For a Bag with Leather and Ropes? I'm so being a fashion designer. Officially my Idols are Marc Jacobs and Alexander Mcqueen. (Still, the image of Marc Jacobs wearing lipstick and gelled his hair, and red nail polish and body art over his body remains in my mind. LOL It was uber funny.) Anyway, Alexander Mcqueen looks *um* cute. LOL *Googling to get the right info* Ok perhaps I looked at the wrong guy. He isn't very cute. I mean, I saw on youtube a man walking down the run way and waving. He's umm. Chubby and no, He don't look like Potato. You should know which one I'm referring to. Umm. Anyway. Next topic. My impossible wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;- My first LV Bag that I'll be able to bring it down and &lt;em&gt;walk along orchard road&lt;/em&gt;. (To tell everyone I support marc jacobs. hahahaha!) But no, I won't bring it to school. Well, Firstly. I'm afraid people like Justin will throw it on the floor... like what he did to my Green Backpack. Secondly, I don't want people to think of me as a show-off. Thirdly, Umm, leaving our bags in classroom isn't that safe right? Forthly, My classmates probably already know I'm a big fan of Marc Jacobs. (Opps, sorry not Mark.)&lt;br /&gt;- I don't really know. Uh. Shop in Cotton On? No, I already mentioned that. OH. Visit Louise Vuitton Boutique in ION Orchard. HAHA. This is what I call pro! Wishlist and not buy anything! (If you don't count the MRT Fare, that is.)&lt;br /&gt;- My first converse. Wth, from last year, I've been asking and asking and until now, I still don't see a converse in my Shoe rack. Well, I want those long long ones, Specially those that you fold it down and there's the word "CONVERSE" So everyone knows it's a real deal. (Well for things like converse where there are so many imitations, you'd need a prove.)&lt;br /&gt;- If I could'nt get a converse, I'd love boots. Remember? I've been going on and on. (God I want Lady Gaga's :( The one with Shoe Lace up until her knee...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I WANT LADY GAGA'S THE FAME MONSTERRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Umm... I want my bangs to grow so I don't have them. Or at least they reach my eyebrows and are straight, so It'll be like Lady Gaga's. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Really know which Design school I'll go. I have totally no clue, seriously. I don't even know the names or anything. (Yeah right, like I'm going to be a successful designer. Uh, better not let Mrs Koh see this. She'll tell me that everything's possible. But maybe it is possible. And I'm day-dreaming about the day I'll meet marc jacobs. And he gives me a chance. And he realises what a gem I am. and... End.)&lt;br /&gt;- A topshop item. My mum has at least a red singlet from there but I have nothing :(&lt;br /&gt;- Or/and Forever 21 item&lt;br /&gt;- Go to New york and shop in Barneys, American Apparel, French Connection (do they have that there? LOL I don't know!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- GO TO NEW YORK AND MEET LADY GAGA AND MARC JACOBS HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;- Damn, I'm like one of the mad woman in Lady Gaga's Bad romance video now. Anyway, Umm. High Waist pants?&lt;br /&gt;- Something... big, expressive,&lt;em&gt; that shouts me&lt;/em&gt;! Ok fine, stop making fun of somebody. Anyway, I'd love one designer piece of clothes. And what I mean is like Alexander Mcqueen, Louis Vuitton, Yohji Yamamoto... Those impossible ones. Heh. I mean, that's impossible so I can keep my wishlist going.&lt;br /&gt;- Go to new york and steal one of lady gaga's branded sunglasses and feign that she drop them in some tour and return them and like those other people she'll ask me if I want to keep it and she'll sign on it with that silver marker and kiss on it and give it to me and i will faint. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;- New Moon. I mean it. Although scenes of Bella and Edward kissing isn't worth that money. I mean, they can delete that scene and put Marc Jacobs and Lady Gaga's that particular picture.&lt;br /&gt;*Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;- Suddenly Dr.Martens seem so... unappealing. I mean. It's name. Compared to like... "GUCCI" "FENDI" "LOUIS VUITTON" "GUESS" I mean like, you see the difference right. But still I want my Dr.Martens. (HI FIVE LANA)&lt;br /&gt;- iPod. -_-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;LOL OK STOP STOP I SAW SOMETHING HILARIOUS. "Alexander McQueen's McQ page" LOL SO COINCIDENTAL PLS. LOL. "Alexander &lt;strong&gt;MCQ&lt;/strong&gt;ueen" cool sia.&lt;br /&gt;Continue.&lt;br /&gt;- Write songs and really sing them out when I'm having a flu. I mean, my voice sucks.&lt;br /&gt;- Cam-er-rer. &lt;s&gt;For me to cam-whore others&lt;/s&gt; For me to take really professional pictures. They do a more better job than my Phone Cam. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;- More specifically, a Fisheye, a Diana, and a DSLR!!! I'm greedy I know.&lt;br /&gt;- Eyyy... Play Habbo Now and go to the meeting in HSA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8745050778627115638?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8745050778627115638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/lady-gaga-lady-gaga-and-lady-gaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8745050778627115638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8745050778627115638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/lady-gaga-lady-gaga-and-lady-gaga.html' title='Lady Gaga, Lady Gaga and Lady Gaga!!!'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6972868949243733556</id><published>2009-11-11T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:43:59.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh shit, he does come to my blog.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've set something! My wishlist. And goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm going to be someone famous! And make it to Newyork, or England, anywhere! In america. or something. WELL HOLLYWOOD. I'm going to be the female version of Umm. Ryan Seacrest!&lt;br /&gt;Ryna Seacrest. LOL jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm going to not get 20 or more for next year's class position. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm going to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) And not chase my brother. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm going to write more songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Not working on something and give up halfway. That means my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Be kind and friendly and not to shout in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Not to look with potato, suddenly wanting to laugh or smile. Or give that embarrassed face. I'm going to treat him as a stranger. Well. That's the way to treat &lt;em&gt;potatoes&lt;/em&gt;. Right, potato club admins?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Umm. Really clean up my room thoroughly. (That includes mopping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Drill on my dance steps and remember them and whatever I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) *Tries hard to think* Not to give up on fashion! OH SHIT. I'm going to be a fashion designer not a music video director. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Umm. wishlist, right? Wait, what's that thing that I want? OH! High-boots! :D to match with my jeggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Shop at cotton on!!! Spend $80!!! Wahahaha, Shamilah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Shit, I'm suppose to save money. Umm. Maybe $50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Wake up early and not run to classroom and rush down to parade square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Tries hard to enjoy maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Be less bias against Miss Ng. Or Lobster. (ERR,  I CAN'T TELL YOU WHO'S THAT, RIGHT, SHAMILAH?! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Spend more time with Wanlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Buy Lady Gaga's album as soon as it's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Touch lady gaga. (Don't think sick) I mean, her hand or something. Like handshake. Or get a signature from her. (!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) iPod Nano. Hehe, I love that video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Lomo Diana/Fisheye :( Fisheye looks cooler but I like diana's photo-effect more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Can I get both? Umm. Nvm. A DSLR :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Stop lying and really go and sort out my Blogskins.com profile page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) (Can anyone teach me?) Full collection of Sophie Kinsella's books. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Stop losing interest on One-Fifth Avenue. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Watch New moon and Sherlock Holmes. 2012, and... The twilight Marathon? what's that. Oh, I don't need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) So far, that are the only ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6972868949243733556?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6972868949243733556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-shit-he-does-come-to-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6972868949243733556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6972868949243733556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-shit-he-does-come-to-my-blog.html' title='Oh shit, he does come to my blog.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-9141085211863022087</id><published>2009-11-11T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:26:26.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-9141085211863022087?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/9141085211863022087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/9141085211863022087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/9141085211863022087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-9147416832308867935</id><published>2009-11-11T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:20:13.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIK TOK ON THE CLOCK!</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday night I started packing up my room at midnight. Then, I empty all my bags. I found a whole stack of items (I even excluded my school books!) Ok. Here's what I can remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chocolate Wrapper&lt;br /&gt;1 Green Marker&lt;br /&gt;2 Pens&lt;br /&gt;3 Packets of tissues (2 not-opened!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Umm, my... pouch filled with lip balm, oil blotter, nail file, comb, handiplast, another comb, and other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;My silver pouch which is suppose to hold my mp3&lt;br /&gt;2 Notebooks&lt;br /&gt;4 Bus tickets (That time my card value was $0.25...)&lt;br /&gt;Random papers&lt;br /&gt;Note that contains my aspiration&lt;br /&gt;My Voodoo's Mini&lt;br /&gt;My list-of-shops-i-want-to-visit&lt;br /&gt;2 Chocolate Paper (Umm, it's clean)&lt;br /&gt;1 Lollipop Stick (It's clean too)&lt;br /&gt;Alot of storybooks&lt;br /&gt;My box of pins!&lt;br /&gt;3 Rubberbands&lt;br /&gt;1 Clip&lt;br /&gt;Another pouch containing yet another pack of tissue&lt;br /&gt;Other I could'nt remember. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see? I bet the other dancer's bags are filled with nothing. Alejandro~ Alejandro! btw, lady gaga's dance in the dark is nice. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-9147416832308867935?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/9147416832308867935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/tik-tok-on-clock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/9147416832308867935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/9147416832308867935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/tik-tok-on-clock.html' title='TIK TOK ON THE CLOCK!'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6416503718846188301</id><published>2009-11-11T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:12:48.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, dance and dance :(</title><content type='html'>I was so lucky today ok. I forgot what happened but, then after that, after 8 hours of dance (wth) But I was kind of enjoying it. :D Especially when I can get the parts right when normally I'll be still scratching my head and giving that confused look. Ok, after that, went to eat with Shantel. Then, after that, she said her mum was fetching her, And i have to walk to the bus stop myself. Then before she called her mum, I told her "What if she cannot make it?" and she said "She never said that before, haha" So i was like, waiting for her. Then, she made her call. Her maid told her that her mum is cooking, so she must go home herself. LOL. Then after that, I walked to the bus interchange. I thought I'd like... miss the bus or something. So I went to the ladies, and then took my time to walk there. Just as I arrived, the bus arrived! LOL. Then, I forgot I had two cards in my wallet. So I scanned, "ERROR" Then I took out my card and scanned again. And there was a seat, so lucky k. Then, after that, I listened to bad romance, wishing there's no dance and I could watch the premier of Bad romance's music video... So i listened to it. Hoping I can get home. Then, I woke up just before my stop (there's an alarm clock somewhere in my head, I always wake up just the red light before the bus stop before my stop. Cool right? So I can get ready. Like plug off my earphones. Etc. You know. After that, I forgot I had two cards in my wallet again. So I scanned. "ERROR" then I took out and scan, looking like a complete fool. Then, I went to buy Hazelnut Chocolate Ice-blended :D (I love ice-blended than those bubbletea with huge block of ice. Then, because I want to save the pearls for the last, then I'll suck in those... dilluted milktea or whatever bubbletea, which is like disgusting. So, I love Ice-blended. :) Anyway, after that. I keep on remembering it's $2.30 (That's green-apple ice-blend! (Key into my brain)) Then, It's $2.90. So, I just frantically pour out the coins, and magically, JUST 3 twenty cents coin fell out, But I was like so embarrass I did'nt care how much there is. So I just gave it to him, Expecting him to ask for 10cent or giving me back one coin. But, surprisingly he gave a nod, Then i realise I gave 60 cents *Grins* Then I went home. Instead of getting scolded, my grandma just nodded. OMG SO COOL RIGHT. Like it's my birthday or something. Or maybe Lady Gaga blessed me for being a total fan. Because it's her Bad Romance video premier. LOL, sorry, I'm abit... carried away. I took like 30+ snapshots of her new Bad Romance video. Like, there's the Alexander Mcqueen shoes, I go-pause-go-pause the video, Until it's not really blur, then i take snapshot. Well. You know, total fan. :) She's beautiful in black and long hair. Can't wait for her CD!!! Well, I'm starting to fall-in-idol-love in Owl City. And Taylor Swift. Ok, When I'm feeling upbeat, Lady Gaga. When I'm feeling down, Lady Gaga + Owl City. When I'm feeling swifty, Taylor Swift. Fantastic. God, $14 for dance tomorrow. -.- I'm going broke if this continues. As in, I believe Art'll be more... you know, cheap. My mother's like so fed up with the hours I am going for dance, and the money I have to pay. Once she even thought I'm going shopping or whatever she thinks with my friends, and not dance at all. Well, such long hours, who will believe? Even my grandma says it's unreasonable. Then I get home, they'll ask me like "Why so late?" "Dance until so late one meh" "You university student ar? from morning to night" Well, I may not even go to university. But I must k. I want to be a music video director &gt;:( Anyway, I'm always wondering. I went to the other dance-member's blog. Everything's so pinky, pale, sweet. While mine? Umm. Eclectric, Weird, Rough. No one'll believe I'm in dance lmao. And, Everyone aspires to be a dancer when they grow up. Me? Music Video Director, Actor, Photographer for Vogue. Umm, how will dance affect it. LOL. Maybe I can teach the singer to dance in a Music Video. Or... when there's a movie about dance, I'll be perfect for it. Photographer? Umm. Take photos for dancer? In vogue? What? =_= K. Wanlin: I LOVE TIK TOK VERY MUCH! I'M ADDICTED TO IT LOLZLOLZLLZOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p.s:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6416503718846188301?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6416503718846188301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-dance-and-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6416503718846188301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6416503718846188301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-dance-and-dance.html' title='Dance, dance and dance :('/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-4648219881430337602</id><published>2009-11-11T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:47:16.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Sign, Tattoos and Music Videos!</title><content type='html'>Umm, just now I went and take my mum's eyeliner and drew a peace sign on my pulse-area, whatever that is called. Haha, I still can't completely wash it off. Ok, if anyone ask, I'm going to say I used marker or something, since it's so faint, no one could tell, "OH YOU USED AN EYELINER!" Shit, I just announced everything. Argh nevermind. As long as my mum don't know... or anyone. Anyway, there's dance tomorrow. What the buck?! (LOL I got that from youtube) It's like 8 Hours. ... that can earn me like... 12 Credits, which is like. Almost $2 or something. Yep, some of you may have realised... I've deleted my songs and my online novel! Posting them on my new blog. Which I'm not going to tell anyone. Even Wanlin or Shamilah. You know. I'm trying to check out what American/English/British Stores they also have here in Singapore. Miss Selfringe, Umm, Marks and Spencers, I-can't-remember, I-don't-know-any-more. Ok, so that's it. I'm going to sleep... And you know. Dance. Shit -_- I've only sold 5 tickets. Hah. Ok, 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mel (Mel's cooler than Mar. So here goes. I'm Mel.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-4648219881430337602?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/4648219881430337602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-sign-tattoos-and-music-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4648219881430337602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4648219881430337602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/peace-sign-tattoos-and-music-videos.html' title='Peace Sign, Tattoos and Music Videos!'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6295483293932489954</id><published>2009-11-10T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:59:31.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bert, Elmo and Cookie Monster</title><content type='html'>Oh god, I've just finished readiing Shopaholic Abroad. Cried all the way through the back. It's so touching k. Ever since they bidded so high for the Scarf, I knew it was Luke. It was when Luke turned up at the Airport where I cried, I think. For Can you keep a Secret? I cried when Jack Harper announced all Emma's secret on TV. And when they got back together. For Confessions of a Shophaholic... I forgot. But I'm certain my tears gonna dry up if i were to read more Sophie Kinsella's books. I like it how they say "Would you be my personal shopper?" "Yes, Yes I will." *Blinks away tears* But part of me is thinking how Becky will get into a debt again. Won't like she learn? Umm. Maybe not. Anyway, I'm gonna find out how to edit my freaking blogskins.com profile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6295483293932489954?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6295483293932489954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/bert-elmo-and-cookie-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6295483293932489954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6295483293932489954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/bert-elmo-and-cookie-monster.html' title='Bert, Elmo and Cookie Monster'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7973871520418956527</id><published>2009-11-09T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:22:47.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties, Lipstick, Loads of fun</title><content type='html'>Well, what I dreamt yesterday night was. outrageous. I dreamt that I'm being pulled away by two b*tches, like Lady Gaga's bad romance video. And someone was screaming "WHAT'S THAT BRAND?" or something like that, And I went "IT'S L.A GIRL!" I don't know if there's such brand, the closest I know is L.A Splash. Well, anyway. I'd no, not die. I'd give up 1 issue of Teens magazine (not much difference in my life.) for a Long Boot. (As in shoes, not computer booting, geeks.) Umm, Well, I'd love to try some Purple Lipstick. And A Camera. For photoshoots. And--- Umm, Aviators or those Cotton On sunnies. Well, I love my CHIC, Teenage, Vogue and Seventeen so I'll never swear upon them. Well, random brands I'm thinking of. M.A.C, Make Up Store (At vivo, omg that egg is... adventurous!) LA Splash, Silky Girl, Estee Lauder, Maybeline Newyork. Umm. Well, I found out something. My dad uses HUGO Boss, and my mum uses Kenzo and Silky Girl "Eu de Toilette" (And it's so strong -_-) Well, anyway, I hate perfumes. Umm. I'm not sick or anything but I like our chinese teacher's perfume. :x And another one, but I forgot whose. Anyway, some of the 'cooler' clothes I have. 1 ultra tiny MNG Sleeveless shirt (Hand-me-down.) Another MNG shirt (Also hand-me-down). A black MNG Shirt with "MNG" diamante infrount (Also hand-me-down). Fine, basically most are hand-me-downs, I don't own anything that are not hand-me-downs but branded. Mostly not. And let's just name the brands. M)phosis, littlematchgirl, bYSI, MNG,  SENSE, Umm, Levi's, Guess (Ey... a present from aunt), Nike, Adidas... And others are random ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7973871520418956527?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7973871520418956527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/parties-lipstick-loads-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7973871520418956527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7973871520418956527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/parties-lipstick-loads-of-fun.html' title='Parties, Lipstick, Loads of fun'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6993460410151410958</id><published>2009-11-09T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:29:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peach Tea, Bagels and Lots of Crisps</title><content type='html'>Woah, Twilight Saga : New Moon Visits Habbo. As in, not the actors visits Habbo but there's a campaigne about it now. I freaklove that broken piano and how Edward actually slams Jasper away. LOL. Freakcoolok. And the way Jacobs turns into a werewolf in the midair rockz. The Wolf is so cute, but jacobs is so freaking ugly (Er, no offence to the werewolf team.) Ok, maybe Edward's a little tiny hot. But, I'm still with Alice and Jasper. *Peace sign* Hmm. Shopaholic Abroad totally wins heart of many. Well, anyway. I know some people would die to have a pair of branded socks, or what I call designer socks, or what fashion-turn-downs call sock-with-an-expensive-logo. But, the Ralph Polo sock I own sucks k. Because I hate Ralph Laurent. Well, had he ever try eating-disorder, or try fitting the clothes he design onto himself? Well, rock on, that-model-who-got-sacked. No offence to anyone, now. Well, at least the nike socks I wore today feels more comfortable that that Ralph Polo one. *Grins, here's to you, Nike* Anyway. 5 Tickets gone, baby. I almost lost my stack of tickets before going to school and hand-delivering-it-to-shamilah-darling-who-bought-4-tickets-from-me-thank-you. Well, then i emptied all my bags. My Acupuncture bag (lmao, lana.), my fake lesportsac bag (umm, any issues on this?), my real lesportsac bag (umm, any issues on this again?), my dickies bag (yay.), my denim bag with a doggie on it bag from junction 8 (cheers to my memory), my bought-from-thailand cresent bag (hah.), my another dickies bag (the colourful starry starry sling bag one.), and my black colour bonia or sembonia or whatever crap bag which looks. nice. And then, I saw my sembonia bag dangling on the hanger. "YES I'M CERTAIN IT'S THERE!" And I took it down and fished my tickets out. But before that I went like "Shit shit, what am i suppose to do?! Phone mum? What. Tell shamilah that my mum took it? No way. Ok, If i find those tickets, I'm not going to buy magazine--- no, that's too much. umm, I'm going to pack up my messy room and not buy this issue of teenage." BUT! I already had this issue of teenage. LOL. So, well, who cares. Ok, I'm dishonest. Freak. Umm, so, on my way back, I bought chinese magazine for my grandma, CHIC magazine. (OMG OMG NEWEST ISSUE I SAW YESTERDAY BUT I ALR BOUGHT SHOPAHOLIC ABROAD) And Macs' fries. Umm, Ok fine, and ice peach tea. Well I realise I love peach tea more than lemon tea now. Ever since I drank that metallish-lemon-tea-which-i-bought-at-the-golf-club-that-time-and-it's-still-in-the-fridge. Well. Peach tea's more... assuring. Hmm. So now am i suppose to pack up my room or find kelvin and consult him about my meeting. (In habbo. Well, I'm sort of a manager in that company.) That's why I love habbo. I love how I can own furnitures, decorate my room, work, order people around-- Well, that's not really true. But I love pranking those workers. Well anyway. I decided on Habbo. So bye monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s LADY GAGA'S REALLY BEAUTIFUL AND HOT ON HER BAD ROMANCE VIDEO! WATCH THE PREMIER ON YOUTUBE!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6993460410151410958?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6993460410151410958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/peach-tea-bagels-and-lots-of-crisps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6993460410151410958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6993460410151410958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/peach-tea-bagels-and-lots-of-crisps.html' title='Peach Tea, Bagels and Lots of Crisps'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6698880993814431751</id><published>2009-11-09T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:09:06.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let the love bug bite.</title><content type='html'>Was visiting my old classmates' blog. Alot of them changed. Sorry but, for the worst. Okay, some is dangling in love. Some become very rebellious. Some become very *cough* ahlian. Uh, No offence to anyone. You are still my friends! Well. There's this guy, who went like counting how many days he had been without "her" I doubt he reads my blog anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6698880993814431751?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6698880993814431751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-let-love-bug-bite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6698880993814431751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6698880993814431751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-let-love-bug-bite.html' title='Don&apos;t let the love bug bite.'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1534646377008819021</id><published>2009-11-09T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:37:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets, Jellies and Loads of Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Everyone's got secrets right? I'm gonna make a blog for it. Ah shut, I hate my fashion blog. Especially when I have no photoshop. God, My mum's friend lives in Sims road. How ever can she survive that. Okay, not as if Sims road represents her, but still, It reminds me of that terrible moment. Anyway. Some of the secrets I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I bite almost everything when I'm angry. My teddybear... Books... Paper (Oh, I don't bite Library books, sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My average wake-up-time is 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I used to think Singapore Science Center is a dark, creepy place with skeletons and weird things chasing people around, or at least, I dreamt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I enjoy watching cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I always build a barrier with my pillows last time when I sleep, and cover myself in blanket even when it's super warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I can say. I can't really dig out more. I'm dead-tired. Umm, not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1534646377008819021?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1534646377008819021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/secrets-jellies-and-loads-of-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1534646377008819021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1534646377008819021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/secrets-jellies-and-loads-of-chocolate.html' title='Secrets, Jellies and Loads of Chocolate'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1973618663215574844</id><published>2009-11-07T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:01:37.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 99</title><content type='html'>"Ur dp looks like Lily Allen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went Vivo City. Umm. Ate Pepper Lunch, and walked around. Saw this charm bracelet booth. And their charms are... Perfect! Umm. Went Junction 8 Today, Went to eat pizza hut. Umm, my mum went like "Don't eat so much! You want to be Lady Gaga right!" And a girl, who walked passed. Turned and stared at my mum. And guess what. My mum went "Yeah! She wants to be Lady Gaga" wtf. =_= Mrs Sim's enough, now My mum's at it. Shit. Anyway, there was a gigantic Levi's Shoe at the atrium. *Not foyer (Foe-yayyyyy), thank you* Went to Popular. Finally I saw "Remember Me." By Sophie Kinsella (the cover I like), And I went to my mum, Holding the one with the "No-folds-or-damage" copy, the only one. And my mum was playing with my brother, hit my hand, and the book fell on the ground, thus folding it. Perfect. -.- And she bought me a Yami Yoghurt to make it up. Peach. I love Yami Yoghurt. It seems to be made up of tiny little balls. As in, circle-thing. Umm, And, tomorrow we're going to a bookstore. And I'm returning my Marian Keyes books. (Sorry, no offence, I don't like Marian Keye's previous books.) But The brightest star in the sky seemed nice. I'm trying it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my next top model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1973618663215574844?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1973618663215574844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-99.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1973618663215574844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1973618663215574844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-99.html' title='Chapter 99'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2741050416504640540</id><published>2009-11-07T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:43:04.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>98</title><content type='html'>List of sweets I bought at Candy Empire yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that includes chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bag of random assorted candies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Kinder Schoko-bons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 4 Alprose Dark Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Fondente La Cioccolateria (70%) (The wrapper looks grand... so, I took it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trelin "Butter" sweet or whatever, it looks appealing on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coco Mousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hillier's Hazelnut Praline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Gold Coin, for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coffee Cream thingy, For my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Rocky Road Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Chocolate with popping rocks Bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2741050416504640540?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2741050416504640540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/98.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2741050416504640540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2741050416504640540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/98.html' title='98'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2483731178558701286</id><published>2009-11-06T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:47:50.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 97</title><content type='html'>"Throwing pebbles screaming I'm in love with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of songs I'd need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jump then Fall - Taylor Swift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever - Drake feat bla bla bla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TiK ToK - Ke$ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untouchable - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live like we're dying - Kris Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live high - Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to touch you - The all american rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the right moves - Enimem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallin' for you - Colbie C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the door - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;Need you now - Lady Antebellum&lt;br /&gt;Superstar - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;Come in with the rain - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;Forever and Always - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Me - Justin Bieber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Miracles - Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;The bird and the worm - Owl City (Whats with owl city and insects?!)&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl - Justin Bieber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over you - Honor Society&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to know what love is - Mariah Carey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blame it on the girls - Mika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you now - Agnes&lt;br /&gt;For your entertainment - Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;Happy - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or Later - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2483731178558701286?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2483731178558701286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-97.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2483731178558701286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2483731178558701286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-97.html' title='Chapter 97'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3779927937615046076</id><published>2009-11-05T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:44:45.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 96</title><content type='html'>"Stop this beat is killing me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my skin. Argh, my banner. Shit. I was late for 30 Minutes for CCA. But our Instructer was even later. Close call. Ah. Anyway, I'm gonna be hardworking... And do up the links. Hyperlink sucks, officially. Wait! Ok I've got a fabulous idea. :) "Edit Html" YES. Genious. Anyway. Went to... Far East Plaza. Ok, wasn't really what I'd expected. FuncDeko is so tiny, please. But alot of interesting things. Uh, walked around. Saw alot of shops, but did'nt turn out to be that interesting. Level one is like way better than the upper levels. No offence. My mother wanted to invest on one shoe for me. But I decline. Well, It's overpriced. Went... Uh. Isetan! To eat MOS Burger. And. Whatever place. Where there's the Marks and Spencers. I begged my Mother to bring me out of the shop. I wanted everything there. Chocolates to Sweets to Cookies. Really. We bought Potato Crisps and Uh, what's that. OH. Chocolate Chip Cookies. Yes. Fantastic stuff. And some toiletries. Well, we had vouchers. Then, went to Borders. Uh, saw loads of fantastic books. Shopaholic Ties the Knot, Shopaholic &amp;amp; Baby, Can you keep a Secret?, Confessions of a Shopaholic, Slumdog Millionaire (Thanks Shamilah for the introductions -- oh, Reccomendations.) and... *Think hard* The... Brightest star in the sky or whatever. By Marian Keyes. But no, I did'nt get them. Crap. Anyway, saw alot of books... Blah, blah, and blah. Went ION Orchard, saw Rubi Shoes, went in. Those Sunnies are killers. $15 per pair only! And they look like (what you call that.) Wayer thingy. Anyway, Aviators. (Sounds cheem, I know.) And they're having SALES. I almost want to grab them. 2 For $20! :( Anyway, The shoes are... hypnotising. I love the Neon Pumps, Colourful Pumps, Grande Heels, Boots, Ankle Boots, Ok. Shoes. The scarfs are nice. The Leopard "prins" pumps. The tights. Oh, everything. I want to work there. I want to visit Cotton On. All the talk's making me mad. Anyway, Bought Donuts from Dunky Donuts or something. Umm, and. Went Novena. Wait for Father to pick us. Anyway, The sign for Bang And Olufsen is so poor-thing. B&amp;amp;O. Ok what does it remind you of? Body &amp;amp; Odour. Yes! Ok, no offence or anything now. And the shop looks. Expensive. Anyway, went home. And here I am. I'm lazy to add in more details. So bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3779927937615046076?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3779927937615046076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-96.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3779927937615046076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3779927937615046076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-96.html' title='Chapter 96'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-9158074867275994608</id><published>2009-11-04T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:55:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>95</title><content type='html'>"Tell you what it is. Mop. And Dettol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to change a blogskin. Oh, I'm hooked. BABY IM HOOKED. Finally I'm hooked on a Book Series! I've been exposed to one particular vulgar lately. F... You can continue. My blog is. What you call. Clean. Uh. Radio-edited. Hah! Books, blogs, people. You name it. Anyway, Sophie Kinsella rocks. A big time. I can read one of her thick books in 2 days. I broke my record! Usually 13-year-old books, Or adult novels, since they have some explicit parts inside. Will make me go bored like. Halfway, "Oh, there's still half a book to go! Ah damn." But now, I finished in 2 days! Can you believe it! Anyway. Went to... *Brainstorm* whatever. Er. Where did I go yesterday? Er. Shit. Oh. What you call that place. Shit! Raffles City or whatever. Went Accessorize, saw alot of freaking things. Hell, they're fantastic. and &lt;em&gt;Expensive&lt;/em&gt;. Er. Saw Alot of shops. Guess, Chanel (Did I?), KATE SPADE (Oh my hell, fantastic.), Er. I can't remember. But there was Topshop too. We went Robinsons. There's $80 Voucher. That's saving money, right? Uh, Well, I saw a couple of SIGG Bottles. I wanted to get one, and the price turns out to be... $40? Are you kidding? I can get one bottle for $4? And now you're charging me 40? There's $32, $29 ones too. But, I'm not that overboard. (As Becky Bloomwood) Hmm. And we saw a Booth. Or whatever you call that. With Charm Bracelet. Oh god. I love the bronze ones. Well. $29.90. 5 Charms, how bout that? And, nevermind. Forget it. There are some ultra cool Sunnies! Oh gee. As in those. Look expensive ones. Then I took a deep breath. God, the specs are like only 10 or 20. I forgot. Well...  Yes. Roamed around. And yes. We proceeded. (My brain's not working. I'm stuck.) To where? To where? Went This Fashion. Or did we go to Plaza Singapura first? Shit. Let's make it This Fashion. Shopped for clothes... And the receipt came... "$176" Haha, yeah fantastic. I bought a &lt;sale&gt; Purple Jeggings. (I did'nt typo.) I suppose it's like Jeans-Leggings. I think. And... 1 Budget Shirt. Cost only $6! I HAVE TO GET THEM. And another one... $8. And... I forgot. Let me check. Uh, this "Hip-hop" feel Black bermudas... Which cost. $30. Hey, it's a nice pants. And another Bermudas. *Gulp* $27. And others were my Mother's. Well, actually the bermudas were hers too. But she stuffed them into my wardrobe. So I had to claim it, wasn't I? And... We went Plaza Singapura. Went to have a Cola... Went to Times. Bought 3 Books. Hehe. There was a sale, it's not me. It's kind of good deal actually. 3 Books for the price of 2. I bought One-Fifth Avenue, Confessions of a Shopaholic and He's just not that into you. Well kind of regretted for the last book though. They're just letters and letters written in, and the author answers them. I just found that the cover was nice so... Yeah. And all of them cost $17.12. (What's with the $0.12 anyway?) Uh... I haven't read One-Fifth Avenue, but I flipped through it. And suddenly it came to me that it just can be like my past. "Oh there's still half a book to go." But Shopaholic was nice. It reminded vaguely of myself. Although not that much. Basically, the buying-on-impulse part. Well. Went home, blah, blah and blah. Woke up this morning, went for dance. Blah, blah and blah. I'm kind of tired so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-9158074867275994608?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/9158074867275994608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/95.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/9158074867275994608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/9158074867275994608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/95.html' title='95'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-734414829101012512</id><published>2009-11-03T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:18:50.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>94</title><content type='html'>"What should I wear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To orchard. RIGHT. Shutter shades? No. Anyway, List of Sophie's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep a Secret? (CHECK)&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;Remember Me?&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic &amp;amp; Baby&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic &amp;amp; Sister&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic takes Manhatten&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholic ties the Knot&lt;br /&gt;Twenties Girl&lt;br /&gt;The Undomestic Goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that'll keep me occupied until a new book comes out. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;List of publishers I can think of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macmillan&lt;br /&gt;Penguin Books&lt;br /&gt;Bloomsbury&lt;br /&gt;Harper Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookstores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular&lt;br /&gt;Kinokuniya&lt;br /&gt;Page One&lt;br /&gt;Borders&lt;br /&gt;I can't think but I know there are more.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think but I know there are more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want loads of books, now. Well, I can't admit, I'm a bookworm. Not a nerd. A nerd, don't wear shutter shades for all I know. Well, I love books. And I know you do too. Well, maybe not. But still. I LOVE SOPHIE KINSELLA. And some other authors I forgot their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAR KINSELLA, kidding me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-734414829101012512?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/734414829101012512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/94_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/734414829101012512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/734414829101012512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/94_03.html' title='94'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3164243451210223222</id><published>2009-11-02T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:13:21.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>93</title><content type='html'>"CAN I NOT GIVE A QUOTE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lots of things to blog about. That i lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of pens.&lt;br /&gt;I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Wore my little miss sunshine grey-shirt. And pink bermudas. and my pink OP bag. Uh, went to school. Pulled over my Stretchable sports shirt, and pants. well, rolled up my bermudas. And yes, I wore white slippers. And quickly tied up my hair. Luckily, my teacher was infrount of the general office. Gave everything to her, went to eat. Uh, Duck rice. And saw alot of things. Seriously, those ultra-big celebrity sunnies. They're fabulous. Yes. At Toa Payoh. Umm, Went Popular, could'nt find a new "Confessions of a Shopaholic" book. Aw, if not I'd buy it. Got my Signo Broad, finally! And. Went Bugis. Firstly, Foot reflex, I think. (I'm bad at chronology orders.) The massager was so hard. But I'd tolerate. I won't surrender, hah! And, I was designing some shoes. And then the lady boss, who knows my mother, drew a shoe, A mary-jane for me. And her drawing skill is like, incredible. Ah. I love Sophie Kinsella. Really. I read one of her book in two days, and got gripped by it. Emma Corrigen. Hah. Jark Harper or something like that. It's hilarious. LOL. I kind of. Regretted reading it so fast. Ok, back to topic. After that, went to Bugis Street. Mom went to redo her fake eyelashes, and I went with her first. And there's this. What you call. Ah lian-ish girl. Who stared at me. And I looked away. First time. Her stares are pierceful, please. But I liked her flowery top. Heh. Umm, But it took too long. Oh, I cut my bangs. Or rather, trimmed. Then we went around and around and around. Saw alot of things. Like Metallic-tights, colourful watches, zinc bags, patent wallets, bangles, and alot of others. I sort of want everything. Then we proceeded to the second floor. Oh, the we is my father and me, by the way. And we walked... Boring items. THEN, something caught my eye. SHUTTER SHADES. OMFG I FINALLY FOUND THEM FRKING SHADES. LOL. There's Red, Yellow, Orange, GREEN. And once i saw the green, I need not look any further. My father got them for me. LOL. It's $8 only! Like, cheaper than I'd expected. And there's all those Ultra-big celebrity Shades. Which are so cool. But no, I want better ones. And then we walked around meaninglessly, And went back to the shop. My mother's okay soon. So, we went... *Think hard* to a barber or something. My father's dyeing and trimming his hair. It's taking awhile, so went went OG. There's all those fancy lil' things. Like I forgot-the-brand, Chanel, Guess, forgot-the-brand, goldlion, forgot-the-brand, Bonia, and alot others. Which my brain hurts from thinking, since it's 12. And... there's the third floor. Toys. LOL. My mother went to shop for my bro's things. And I'm charmed by all those new toys. Toys that can allow you to make Slushie in 5 minutes, Ice-cream in 10 minutes, Pizza in 15 minutes or something. No, not kidding. There are actually such toys. And then I spent like so long looking at this Charm thing. Lucky Bee bee or something. Yes. There's charm bracelet accompanied by 2 charms which are so cool. Like there's a lucky-cookie, with actually a real lucky message inside! And a present box with a real present inside! So cool, right? And there's this Russian doll, with another russian doll inside! That's like uber-cool. But, the one I want, which is 2-chain-bracelet accompanied by 3 charms, cost $19.90. So I did'nt get it. The 9.90 one is 2 Fabric-elastic bracelet, but I want those chains one. And it's expensive. Check out their website at www.luckybeebee.com Aw, anyway, Saw this Silkscreening T-shirt decorating machine toy. Woah, but no, because I know if i get it, I'll chuck it at the pit of my wardrobe soon. So, we went to buy candies. There's this ice-cream melt-in-your-mouth thing. Which I love, and it's very diffecult to find. So far i only found it at More-than-words. And it's expensive. Really. 1 box of 5 "ice-creams" cost $7.90. Haha, now you know. I love the strawberry ones. They're nice. I ate it at the day I went to experience F1. And dropped bits on my father's car. Hah. Then, we went home. Well, that's it. Tomorrow, going to orchard. Shall we stop by ION? Orchard Plaza or whatever, if there's such thing. But Far east is a must. I've been wanting to go there ever since I got my magazines and became more... shopaholic. Yes. Confessions. of a Shopaholic. What a nice phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i wear tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ponders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3164243451210223222?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3164243451210223222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/93.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3164243451210223222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3164243451210223222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/93.html' title='93'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-8245493661393593900</id><published>2009-11-01T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:46:38.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>94</title><content type='html'>"Work it work that bitch crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COTTON ON. rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their:&lt;br /&gt;1) Blue Cream Stripe Kele Cardigan - $20&lt;br /&gt;2) Chambray Neeki Cardigan - $30&lt;br /&gt;3) Black Elkie Cardigan - $25&lt;br /&gt;4) Tie Dye Midman Blue Tilly Oversized Tee - $20&lt;br /&gt;5) Grey Marle Lace Print Katie Printed Tee - $25&lt;br /&gt;6) Sherbert Pink Mullet Tee - $20&lt;br /&gt;7) White/Film Printed Imogen Tank - $20&lt;br /&gt;8) Black Dearne Lace Top - $25&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god I need a break. Their Leggings is fainting me. The gold one, rocks.&lt;br /&gt;9) Gold Mindi Leggings - $25 (Ok, the price...)&lt;br /&gt;10) Blue Grey Duo Kirsten Pant - $30&lt;br /&gt;11) Floral Loft Skirt - $35 (Totally Vintage. Check out their Site.)&lt;br /&gt;12) Kiss Me Pink Ginger Skirt - $20&lt;br /&gt;13) Green Floral Ginger Skirt - $20&lt;br /&gt;14) Blue Worry Beaded Bracelet - $5&lt;br /&gt;15) Floral Risky Business Sunnies - $13&lt;br /&gt;16) Black Agra Harem Pant - $20&lt;br /&gt;17) Kiss Me Pink Active Tech Vest - $25&lt;br /&gt;18) Black Tie Me Up Slipper - $15&lt;br /&gt;19) Washed Denim One Night Stand Bag - $30&lt;br /&gt;20) Ava Notebook - $2 (If they have this in Singapore, I'm getting them.)&lt;br /&gt;21) Black/Blue Flip Sunglasses - $15&lt;br /&gt;22) Black Irena Sunnies - $15&lt;br /&gt;23) Black Eve Sunnies - $15&lt;br /&gt;24) Mirror Anchor Necklace - $15&lt;br /&gt;25) Black Jess Plimsoll - $20&lt;br /&gt;26) Floral Lilly Plimsole - $20&lt;br /&gt;27) Metal Lizzie Plimsole - $20&lt;br /&gt;28) Black Bronte Flats - $20&lt;br /&gt;29) Silver Sparkle Flats - $30&lt;br /&gt;30) Money to buy them - $595 Round up, $600. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$600? Haha, you must be kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8245493661393593900?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8245493661393593900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/94.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8245493661393593900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8245493661393593900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/11/94.html' title='94'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-8547792214630893600</id><published>2009-10-31T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:04:52.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>91</title><content type='html'>"Anymore presents? :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gucci, Fendi, Alexander Mcqueen, All them fashion drivin' me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;*Beat comes in* Gucci, Fendi, Alexander Mcqueen, All them fashion drivin' me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop, looking them walk down the street,&lt;br /&gt;Love those, Marc Jacobs, hope that we'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;Some days, It shall be me who does it,&lt;br /&gt;Oh wearing those, carrying those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prada, Chanel, Oh those louis baby, Yamamoto, Armani maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Balmain, Dolce, Gabanna ready, Everyone love them fashion crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it ends here. My brain's exploding. Well, A run-up of my presents.&lt;br /&gt;Hotdog bun from 4 good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Card from 2 good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Card from Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Card from Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Refreshener. :x&lt;br /&gt;Moo Moo pouch/ sling bag. (Sorry, not Miu Miu. :()&lt;br /&gt;"Can you keep a secret?" - Sophie Kinsella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i miss out anything? :p&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to Bugis today. Uh. Went to walk around the bazaar. There's this ANNA SUI imitation. $7. *Faint* SEVEN DOLLAR IMITATION? You must be kidding me. Anyway, Bought this Ultra-tiny butterfly-shaped sunny for ONE DOLLAR. :P Yep, still able to wear it. LOL. Uhh, anyway, wore my "LOVE is the MOVEMENT" Pale Red Shirt, with My Striped Brown-white "Skirt" and my Matching Cardigan. And white sandals. Uh, anyway, went to... OG after that, Bought my grandma a T-shirt. :D GREEN! LOL. Uh, then, *Brainstorm* Went Bugis Street. Wanted to buy a watch, but forget it. Saw a two-shutter shades. I want the full-shutter shades. *Gloomy* Anyway, saw alot of clothes, my mother bought a Tunic, with belt. And the belt rocks. Seriously. Saw alot of bangles. Fantastic. And bags. Ultra-fantastic. This green-apple-patent-sling-bag rocks. Haha. But the leaf was too extra. Uh. K. Went Bugis Junction. The first time I thoroughly walked Bugis Junction. Went Topshop. The first thing I saw was $100+. K. Went sales item. Nice, but did'nt buy it. Went to see my Aunt's friend. Working nearby. Then, saw alot of shoes D: OH. BHG. Yes. That's the name. LOL. Uh, Went... *Think* Accessorize. The things are so cool. :( Then, Mu-Ee, Action City. SAW OX. OMG OMG *fans* But there's only the big one. So I did'nt get one. :( Argh. Then went A"N"BC. The things are expensive, sorry. Then to.. Some other shops, Then to Kinokuniya. Saw my mother's friend. And his daughter. I grinned at her. And she just stayed "-.-" Like acting cool. Then I roamed around. Saw Sophie Kinsella's book. And I turn around. Saw that Gloom-face again. And my siren rang. "DANGER." So, I turned back and pretend to read the back when I already did so. Until I saw her left. Her stares are piercing seriously. But she's pretty, I can't deny. At least her bro smiled. -_- Then after that went home. The Taxi Driver was like telling us Woodgrove or something there's this group of Americans staying, and his family always go there for trick or treats. That's like so cool ok. And they're going again. Haha. My mother gave me some Hand-me-downs. Yay! I love them. ^.^ Ok, going sleep. It's 12. Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OX, as in, Kisses and Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;superMARt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8547792214630893600?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8547792214630893600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/91.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8547792214630893600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8547792214630893600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/91.html' title='91'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7238621689408127598</id><published>2009-10-26T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:54:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90</title><content type='html'>"YOU RUN LIKE A DUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Went Thomson Plaza&lt;br /&gt;2) Saw Mr Lai or something.&lt;br /&gt;3) Went popular.&lt;br /&gt;4) Saw Uni-ball Signo Broad.&lt;br /&gt;5) Saw my fave book.&lt;br /&gt;6) Went Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;7) Ate topless 5. And Spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;8) Went super mart.&lt;br /&gt;9) Bought lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;10) Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7238621689408127598?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7238621689408127598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/90.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7238621689408127598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7238621689408127598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/90.html' title='90'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7616654693626538480</id><published>2009-10-26T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:04:50.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>89</title><content type='html'>"Want ya' bad romance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUT? FAKE LOUIS VUITTON BAG? TRYING TO SPOIL HIS BUSINESS. &lt;a href="mailto:!@$#!@#%!#@%"&gt;!@$#!@#%!#@%&lt;/a&gt; Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this ALL AROUND blogskins.com -_-&lt;br /&gt;Mood spoiler. Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7616654693626538480?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7616654693626538480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/89.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7616654693626538480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7616654693626538480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/89.html' title='89'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7530267527862691164</id><published>2009-10-25T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:58:29.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>88</title><content type='html'>"I want your love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Romance - Lady Gaga,&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro - Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got addicted. :) It sounded weird at first. But after that, the rhythm seem to get into my head. And affect me sequin by sequin. No, note by note. Ra, ra, ra-a-a-a, rama, ramama, gaga, olala, want ya' bad romance! Anyway, Today, I wore a Navy V-neck shirt, With a light blue hello kitty pin on my left sleeve. Uh, wanted to wear my mother's grey skirt. But she went like "No! You can't wear my office skirt!" So... I wore a Jeans shorts. And, two different flip-flops. But both blue. One dark, one light. Same design, different colour only. So, it look kinda okay. Yesterday... *Think hard* Uh, woke up. Aunt sent me two cakes. :) 1) Strawberry cake, with strawberry cream sandwiched between the two layers of sponge cake. And, along with the cream, there's mini marshmellows! (Rainbow coloured) And, topped with melted chocolate. 2) Chocolate sponge cake with a layer of Squishy squishy layer. Something like Moouse or something. (K, my bad.) And topped with Cocoa Powder. :) Then, uh. Went to somewhere-near-chinatown. OH, Far east point. To eat some Korean Food. Their noodle is uber-fantastic. Love the spicy one. Hah! And the fried rice... prawnies. (HAH, shamilah.) Uh, and alot more. Yeah. I broke one of their spoon. LOL. But no, all those dupes like "IF YOU BREAK OTHER PEOPLE'S THINGS, YOU NEED TO PAY", no, no. K, dupes. I'm not 3. So. :) I wore some kind of... Green-white stripe V-neck long tee, Actually-a-tube-top (As in, those kind of, long ones. Not those only cover your chest... Yes, you get me.) Brown-white striped top as my "skirt". And, my Green-black striped long socks. With my black sneakers. (Sorry, brandless. Now you know I'm not exactly rich.) And I brought my new Sembonia bag. The green one? You know. And after dinner, we sort of walked around. And there's all this bars and cafes. Went to some kind of open ancient showcase. And there's all these broshures inside. Took all of them. LOL. I wanted to see some of the programmes. Took one on the Night-Safari-"Hello"ween broshure. I LOVE IT. Love the food. Love all the things. My grandma's birthday? Halloween. LOL. :) *Grins* K, then going home, there's this Indian sort of "Concert" But they sing English song, duh. Yup, after that, went hope. Slept. Easy? Next day, which obviously, even though I fail maths I know it, Is today. Went to Compass Point... Ate. Proposals to my mother. You know, there's a sale going on... Heh, and she rejected all. ... Arghhh. Went to Valu$ Shop, Bought limegreen and yellow Door blah. Whatever you call that. Those that you insert to the side of the door... you know. And stops it from BLAHSIHDIOUFNASD your fingers. Innocent fingers. And, other things. Random things, duh. Then, I saw this hand sanitizer, And smelt it. Fabulous. Love it. Bought it. And I saw another thing, which reminds me of the Eau De Toilette. LOL. With the same pink, same tweety bird. And, I told my mother. "Looks like the gift." But she did'nt really hear it. I think. So, after the bills are paid, we went off. Then something caught my eye. I squinted... And! Ok, this sounds like some compo. So, I saw the Eau De Toilette. LOL. Seriously, the same one. Exactly the same. So I ushered my mother. At first look it look like some kind of expensive one. But... i look at the price. "$2.05" Oh, at first I thought it was at least some kind of "$20.5" But, it's the thought that counts right? So, My mother say "Woah, So cheap? But it's the thought that counts." "Yeah." Then we went down, but i don't mind though, the smell is fabulous and light. I hate strong perfumes that make me go ASNOUIDNGIAUSD. Then, went to precious thoughts. There's this KIMIDOLL pouch. And my mother said "Wow, it's so nice." so i took a look at the price tag. "Oh, the price is very beautiful too." - "$19++" "Okay what?" "For a pouch? No thanks." "You want? For your birthday." "Er, no thanks." So we continued looking. Uh, went Action City. Squeezed the macarons, bread, donuts. While the salesperson introduce my mother the "magic" light. Like I need them. Uh, k. Then, went Minitoons. There's this wobbly skeleton, with worms inside the head. Then when you squeeze the head, the eyeballs latix stretch and you can see fake blood and white coloured worms. LOL. So, like what i said, my grandma's birthday is Halloween. So i said "Get one for grandma, for her birthday!" "If you want to live longer, better don't" And we laughed. LOL. She bought Gautama Siddartha light-thing. It's so cute k. And no, don't mistake me, I respect it. Uh, Forgot to go to the shop Wanlin said she bought her bag. -_- then, forget it. Went to basement, bought bread, not braid, shamilah. I don't eat Braids. (Imagine eating hair.) LOL. Uh, then saw this green watch I like. And my mother said "No, Giving watch is like Song zhong." Which means Give Watch, and in another way, is the word use for like death rituals. So... Nevermind. I wanted to tell her "Then you give me the money I buy for myself." But, nevermind. Went home, exausted. Made sandwich for myself, as Dinner. And shared noodles with my mother. Then, read Mr midnight. Told you I like 12 year old books. Digging my old books to read, simply because I finished all my books on my large bookshelf -- Except, the chinese books. Duh, who reads chinese books. Someone. Like Mr.Kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro! Don't call my name. Fernando.&lt;br /&gt;Mar, Roberto! Ale-ale-jandro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7530267527862691164?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7530267527862691164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/88.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7530267527862691164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7530267527862691164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/88.html' title='88'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2257505373752391993</id><published>2009-10-23T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:53:48.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>87</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8-8C0AoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8v7NtGQhAVA/s1600-h/221020091956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395731249278222978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8-8C0AoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8v7NtGQhAVA/s320/221020091956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sasa was playing them' pom poms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8FWtgVzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dZpW0mezI1E/s1600-h/221020091954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395730260004198194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8FWtgVzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dZpW0mezI1E/s320/221020091954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was I going to kiss? (Imitating Lady Gaga kissing Marc Jacobs in process.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8E37JtKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v06E5E-8v0E/s1600-h/221020091953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395730251739935906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8E37JtKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v06E5E-8v0E/s320/221020091953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall we name it? Sasa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8EQ-HrAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hmlgqTKugwc/s1600-h/191020091892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395730241283402754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8EQ-HrAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hmlgqTKugwc/s320/191020091892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greenalogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8ECKWK7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/VbuKCgmovSM/s1600-h/211020091900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395730237308152754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8ECKWK7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/VbuKCgmovSM/s320/211020091900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My present from the Four or Two fabulous human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8DjwoaJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kVHYoCRhsJA/s1600-h/211020091906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395730229147232402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8DjwoaJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kVHYoCRhsJA/s320/211020091906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My face wasn't meant to be shown. But anyway, I was lazy to crop it. That's my present from the four monsters. Namingly Lana, Roslyn, Angelina, Shamilah. Yes. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF6580-o7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/QsTQOxg99JA/s1600-h/211020091910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395728964566033330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF6580-o7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/QsTQOxg99JA/s320/211020091910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The awesome card made by our dear Angelina and Shamilah. Monsters to both. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF65m1GOFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W7RdvSfN7fw/s1600-h/211020091925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395728958660950098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF65m1GOFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W7RdvSfN7fw/s320/211020091925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelope containing my card from Thailand, Uncle's present, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF65DXausI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WSwZY8QfJLw/s1600-h/221020091936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395728949141224130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF65DXausI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WSwZY8QfJLw/s320/221020091936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was gettin' mallllti-creative. Look a picture of my mother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF64-BcC9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xGtfEFwoN6g/s1600-h/221020091941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395728947706858450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF64-BcC9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xGtfEFwoN6g/s320/221020091941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it remind you of Lady Gaga? It does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF64VAYAxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/e7ysMIbeeN4/s1600-h/191020091893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395728936696546066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF64VAYAxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/e7ysMIbeeN4/s320/191020091893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was getting fun, mopping and soaking, drenching my floor. Had to bring all my junks on the floor to my bed though, Euw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accidental Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Umm, How should i sign off? I'm sick of Mar.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2257505373752391993?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2257505373752391993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/87.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2257505373752391993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2257505373752391993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/87.html' title='87'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/SuF8-8C0AoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8v7NtGQhAVA/s72-c/221020091956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7833282700030187651</id><published>2009-10-22T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:10:41.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>85</title><content type='html'>"Thanks (In order of wishes): Jennifer (LOPEZ HAHA.), Nara, Lindsey (LOHAN. LOL.), NERALD (HONGY!!!), Aunty (Sent me a MINNIE MOUSE pictorial sms.) &lt;next&gt;, Wennhao (SMS ME AT 6? ARE YOU MAD?), Madeleine, Renald (Give me that present no one knows except Shamilah, Wanlin, and Leelin), Miss Wong (Thanks to shamilah.) *THINK HARD* Umm, I forgot who wish me first or things like that, but... Shamilah, Serene, Umm, Madeleine, Nadiah, Venus, Rena, Ilina, Wanlin, Umm, Some other people which ran away from my brain, Uncle John/Sherman (My mother's good friend, or rather, Long-term old friend), Jerwie. Miss Tay (THANKS TO SHAMILAH AGAIN.) Reiyi &lt;umm,&gt; Syahmi (Shamilah forced him, I think. 1 Minute late. LOL)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i missed you out, Sorry, I apologize. Hah, 11 Hours til Mr Ling knows of Shamilah's birthday, babyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. LOLZ, LOLZ, LOLZ. Anyway, I missed out 1 present. A perfume from my Mother's friend. No, not Anna Sui. A perfume "endorsed" by Tweety Bird. K. LOL. Even though it's Eau De Toilette, to me, the smell is overpowering. I hate perfumes. K I'm soz. My parents havent bought me any presents or cake. K. LOL. Umm, Picture post next. If I'm not wrong. Dating back to *Checks* 17th October. Well, wish that I'll not fall behind top 20. In class position. Right. Even though most likely I am to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML,&lt;br /&gt;Mar :[)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7833282700030187651?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7833282700030187651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/85.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7833282700030187651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7833282700030187651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/85.html' title='85'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1226527411234891690</id><published>2009-10-22T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:55:20.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>84</title><content type='html'>"Oh it tastes sweet, my third medicine. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum. I love the third one, baby. It's orange in colour and tastes like orange. K. Better than cherry so, yes. Umm, Went to compass point, Wanted to buy so many things, and noted them down. It costs $31.70. -.- Umm. Presents "collected":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ALWAYS SMILE Handphone strap.&lt;br /&gt;Using it now, and it rocks. Haha, thanks. If there was one on fashion/marcjacobs, i'd love it. But i love this one more. Because? It's from Shamilah, Meiqi, Wanlin and Reiyi. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;2) "13" Birthday card.&lt;br /&gt;From Shamilah and Meiqi. Haha, loved that cake inside.&lt;br /&gt;3) Burger Notes.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Funniest. I even took a picture with it! *Opens mouth widely* Umm, It will be on the future post. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;4) An A1 from Miss Tay.&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Art. K. Wasn't expected. I thought I'd get 70+. Because of my "Lino" Printing. But turns out I got 91. Um. K.&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't-Need-To-Wear-Tie&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly a present. But, hey I'm lucky. I did'nt bring my tie. Thanks Mr Sim. (Errrrr.)&lt;br /&gt;6) SBS Transit Mousepad. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Gave it to Jasmine, not knowing there's a list of lines. And I suck in them. But end up Meiqi took it, and she did'nt want to give me. Ilina rubbed in, duh.&lt;br /&gt;7) "I'll delete all of your photos!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thanks, Ilina. -_-&lt;br /&gt;8) ELETRONIC POWERED BIRTHDAY CARD.&lt;br /&gt;OMG THANKS UNCLE. LOL. When i open the card, the "Happy Birthday" will light up in red light and blink, and music will play. Music = Happy birthday to you. HOW COOL IS THAT!&lt;br /&gt;9) Umm, anything else? Um. Allowing to eat candy in class?&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah, thanks Miss Tan. You caught me and let me eat it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;10) Shamilah for telling Miss Wong my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;HAH, AND YOU'VE GOT IT. WATCH OUT TOMORROW, BABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. :) Btw, My uncle gave me two cards. He's in Thailand. FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry pies, Apple pies, Mince pies,&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow pies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1226527411234891690?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1226527411234891690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/84.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1226527411234891690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1226527411234891690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/84.html' title='84'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-494358101648062411</id><published>2009-10-22T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:29:44.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>83</title><content type='html'>"Remedy Remedy Remedy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my meds. One in. Second one half in. Ew, it stinks. Second one in. Third one? There's smell. Umm. K, Update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-494358101648062411?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/494358101648062411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/83.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/494358101648062411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/494358101648062411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/83.html' title='83'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2553748510161088782</id><published>2009-10-20T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:00:07.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>81</title><content type='html'>"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY &lt;a href="mailto:MONSTERS!@#!@#!@$#!$"&gt;MONSTERS!@#!@#!@$#!$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;MARC KISSED LADY GAGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DJFPIANSDIOFNAOSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Mar-r&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday tooooo me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2553748510161088782?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2553748510161088782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/81.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2553748510161088782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2553748510161088782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/81.html' title='81'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5153681854472578919</id><published>2009-10-20T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:57:11.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80</title><content type='html'>"OMG MARC JACOBS KISSED LADY GAGA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, as in cheek to cheek. BUT THEY WERE SO CLOSE! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down,&lt;br /&gt;Babes.&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5153681854472578919?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5153681854472578919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/80.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5153681854472578919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5153681854472578919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/80.html' title='80'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-8472307157378234045</id><published>2009-10-20T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:04:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>79</title><content type='html'>"The cruel truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself, I'm addicted to a life of -- Whoops, was listening to The Fame. Anyway, Firstly. Umm, 1) I failed English Paper 2. By 2 Cruel Marks, not Marcs. Ok fine, Points. (Hi Meiqi) Next, Ilina got lower than me in Compre. Umm. K. Next. Louis Vuitton is on the news. Yay. Next. After school, Angelina (LOL.), Shamilah and I went Shopping. K, so they were getting a present for me. And I were to pick it. O.O So, we went Minitoons and bought a Handphone Strap. LOL. I picked it. Yellow Smileys. :=) &lt;- Baboon Smile. (Tsktsk, Shamilah, this is without eyebrows.) Umm. }:=( &lt;- An angry Baboon with eyebrows. LOL. Uh, Sorry, inside joke. Anyway, We paid, umm and went home? Then uh, Renald challenged me to the Eastoftheweb.com game. And I said: "I'll get better than you.", "We'll see.". In the end, I trashed him. And the only time he won me was because I went to the washroom. :=) After that, I made Shamilah's birthday present. Down with Sore throat, Flu. Mother nature's present for me, and Teens' work! "Lie Low: 21" And my lucky item was Uglymonster! Can anyone get me tomorrow. No. Self-answered. Anyway, my mother's friend gave me a present. Eau De Toilette. I thought it was a Toilet Refreshener. LOL. Then I asked my mom. "Oh, perfume", "Are you... sure?". And I asked shamilah. "It's a perfume with a soft scent.". Ok, fine. Perfume. Mmm. I wonder what will happen. Maybe Ilina will not forget my birthday. LOL. Well, She only remember Shamilah's. (LOL Meiqi) Whoops, Another inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8472307157378234045?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8472307157378234045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/79.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8472307157378234045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8472307157378234045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/79.html' title='79'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2019546869163617233</id><published>2009-10-20T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:11:42.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>78</title><content type='html'>"Bright lights, big city!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something. The uglydoll I like is not Peaco. It's Ox. Duh. It's eyes were like (o) X, what you expect. Anyway, I like Peaco. But Ox is green, and it's cuter. I love icebat too, k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, All eyes on&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2019546869163617233?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2019546869163617233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/78.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2019546869163617233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2019546869163617233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/78.html' title='78'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-966431957561731715</id><published>2009-10-20T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:09:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>77</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/St2MTaXkr4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FzYE0Bfd8vc/s1600-h/comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394622193783320450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/St2MTaXkr4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FzYE0Bfd8vc/s320/comic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"5 Hours, 52 Minutes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm. Sudden idea, thus that comic. :) Anyway, enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La da, La da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-966431957561731715?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/966431957561731715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/77.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/966431957561731715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/966431957561731715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/77.html' title='77'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/St2MTaXkr4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FzYE0Bfd8vc/s72-c/comic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-9098112981994252244</id><published>2009-10-20T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:33:59.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>76</title><content type='html'>"OOOOO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I SAW THE LV I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;INFORMATION: SHOULDER BAGS AND TOTES&lt;br /&gt;COLLECTION: STEPHEN SPROUSE COLLECTION&lt;br /&gt;NAME: NEVERFUL GM&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR: NEON GREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFORMATION: TOP HANDLES&lt;br /&gt;COLLECTION: MONOGRAM VERNIS&lt;br /&gt;NAME: BELLEVUE GM&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR: POMME D'AMOUR&lt;br /&gt;NAME: ELMA MM&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR: ANY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFORMATION: CLUTCHES AND EVENING&lt;br /&gt;COLLECTION: EPI LEATHER&lt;br /&gt;NAME: MONTAIGNE CLUTCH&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR: RED&lt;br /&gt;NAME: SOBE&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR: RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFORMATION: SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;COLLECTION: SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;COLOUR: (wot?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-9098112981994252244?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/9098112981994252244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/76.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/9098112981994252244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/9098112981994252244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/76.html' title='76'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2008297570580048442</id><published>2009-10-19T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:13:59.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75</title><content type='html'>"Holy cow bells!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell is with that quote. Anyway, wants: (But don't get it from me, please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Peaco. My cute little uglydollz.&lt;br /&gt;- Shutter shades. Way hey, I'm in a stevenson's screen, baby! (Here's to you, clara!)&lt;br /&gt;- Umm. High waist blah blah. Not exactly, but it's cool to see me in those right.&lt;br /&gt;- Breadou Macaron. Way cute, although it's not my style.&lt;br /&gt;- Ipod *scan, scan, Lady Gaga alerto.*&lt;br /&gt;- Hopefully a Marc Jacobs'.&lt;br /&gt;- Umm, Lomo?&lt;br /&gt;- *Sigh* Seriously, one more lip balm. Another flavour for a change, please.&lt;br /&gt;- Uh, almost-impossible, a cool bag. (As in, the contents.)&lt;br /&gt;- Kill my cough. (Uh, K.)&lt;br /&gt;- An Ecobag in my bag. For no reason, check.&lt;br /&gt;- Wreck this journal (I got cheated $20 that time. F**king eBay -_-&lt;br /&gt;- A Louis Vuitton, k thanks.&lt;br /&gt;- An Alexander Mcqueen, k, k, thanks, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;- That pink 400 American Dollar Betsey Johnson Bag. (Although I'll just chuck it aside once i got it.)&lt;br /&gt;- Shamilah's First Choice Hand Sanitizer. roflz.&lt;br /&gt;- Be good at Knitting.&lt;br /&gt;- Be fabulous at Sewing.&lt;br /&gt;- An underwear pouch, to put on display, and scare teachers. (Plus disgust some out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I want Marc Jacobs. (As in, the person. Don't think sick.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- A new umbrella. I'd love a transparent one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Eyeshadow. + Eyeliner. = Triangles under my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Something Patent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Medicine for my cough... Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- A Bose? Maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Wayfarer, tsk, tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- SLEEP (check)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2008297570580048442?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2008297570580048442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/75.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2008297570580048442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2008297570580048442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/75.html' title='75'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-4837770963950925254</id><published>2009-10-19T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:38:09.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>74</title><content type='html'>"Alexander Mcqueen, my new obsession."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ. K, anyway, now with two blogs, it's like, "OMG did i mess up the post?" But anyway, was viewing Alexander Mcqueen collection. It totally ate my heart. I love them shoulder padded dress, the heels, and everything. Checking out Ugly Dolls too. Umm, Action city? I love the Breadou items. But i find them useless. Uh, k. Anyway, Minitoons web is so confusing k. I see the items I like, go to the shop, none. -_- But anyway, I'm so bored now. Any entertainment? Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flap,&lt;br /&gt;Mar -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-4837770963950925254?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/4837770963950925254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/74.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4837770963950925254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4837770963950925254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/74.html' title='74'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2469802628310038353</id><published>2009-10-19T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:13:12.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>73</title><content type='html'>"Oh, Alexander Mcqueen killed my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for some advertising session.&lt;br /&gt;HEY PEOPLE! WELCOME TO SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;Cut. This is just not it.&lt;br /&gt;HEY MONSTERS! MAR HAD JUST LANDED ON MARS.&lt;br /&gt;Cut, again. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY YOU READERS! MAR HAD JUST MADE A FABULOUS, MARVELLOUS, FASHION BLOG! LINK ME (Mar/Jiayu's Fashion blog) AT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notso-fashionable.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WWW.NOTSO-FASHIONABLE.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sorry for those caps. But, advertising. Attention catching. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashionistaaa,&lt;br /&gt;Marrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2469802628310038353?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2469802628310038353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/73.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2469802628310038353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2469802628310038353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/73.html' title='73'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-8291194687076245470</id><published>2009-10-19T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:33:54.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>72</title><content type='html'>"In every mystery there's a truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Blogger's pitting against me. I can't post any pics. Soz, you can't view my awesome Bimbo/Rebel collection. OMG WAIT, BRB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises coming on, tsk tsk, shamilah...&lt;br /&gt;MARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8291194687076245470?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8291194687076245470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/72.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8291194687076245470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8291194687076245470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/72.html' title='72'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1004471565388340998</id><published>2009-10-18T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:07:02.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>71</title><content type='html'>"i luv it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New banner's up. A simpler one. *Grins like some freak* K. I wore my Green-black intervals knee-length socks, with my neon pink sneakers. And even that got everyone looking. Wonder what will happen if I got my shoulder pads, knee-length socks + black heels, high waist skirt and non-matching blouse on. K, dat 'll neva happon! I think. Maybe some days, when people start irritating me, I'll go nutz and wear such thing. But other than that, perhaps, some days. Far East Plaza is totally a place to check out. Godz, the shops there are FAN-TAS-TIK! FuncDeko, Neutral Plus, Best Of Blogshops... *DOTZ* K, it's fantastiko. I wish to go there, some days. Umm. Went to Juncti8n, their action city don't sell Uglydolls. :( Peaco! Yeah, Teens advice libraz to buy that. I think. And guess what. "Lie Low: 21" and one more date, could'nt care less. WHAT? MY BIRTHDAY, AND LIE LOW? Oh, I hate Teens. But i love it that our colour is Green. And Peaco is the lucky item! It's on my wishlist, man. Before that, I've alr love it alot. K, could'nt care less. Lie low on my birthday, duh! And pleaze, what can make you people comment on my post. I'm sick of ZEROS. :( but anyway, I love everything from action city. :( Let me list some. The big alien-like huggie, which is available in almost all colours like hot pink, lime green, orange, and damn other colours. Another is the... *Shit i forgot what's that called* MACARONS! Yeah, the handphone strap. But don't try to get these for me, I'm not interested. I only like them. K. Next in list. That 59.90 Finger toy which teens/teenage featured in their Magazine. Umm. That... Hit-the-thingy toy, which I tried, and i gave up on the 6th. IT'S TOO LAME 4 MI. Umm. That Meiqi-and-i-wanted-to-buy coin bank. The monster which eats your coin up. HAHAHA.  Oh, and the Orange-guy handphone charm. LOL. I saw that during P6. Jemima. LOLZ. Umm, anymore? PEACO. K, that im interested. BUT, im using rena's method. Im getting it myself. GEEZ. Went to minitoons, saw this. Flowery printed rompery handphone pouch. But, no. the rompery park euwrszxz me out. Went to eat at Manhatten Fish Market. So there's this stirrer from a drink. (2, actually) and it's so nice. So I asked the staff if I could bring them home. and they gave me that "What stirrer?" face. So my mom showed them, Yes, and they're like "OH, Yeah sure!" :D It's niceeeeeeee! Really. Oh, today at bugis, I saw 5 LV Bags, 2 Bonia Bags, 1 BOSS bag. Others? Either:&lt;br /&gt;1) Unknown (Brandless, duh.)&lt;br /&gt;2) Can't see any brand (Maybe they're branded, but I can't locate the... tag or print.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEZ, pounding head. But cured!&lt;br /&gt;MAR! (iwon'tsurrendertosomeheadache)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1004471565388340998?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1004471565388340998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/71.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1004471565388340998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1004471565388340998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/71.html' title='71'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7422817931772578852</id><published>2009-10-18T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:08:15.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70</title><content type='html'>"Happy 70 post."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAYFARER. That's the word, WAYFARER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7422817931772578852?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7422817931772578852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/70.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7422817931772578852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7422817931772578852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/70.html' title='70'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5165458552571027791</id><published>2009-10-18T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:31:24.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>69</title><content type='html'>"Ok, fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is my 3rd post today, But yeah, I'm crazy for:&lt;br /&gt;1) Love Shades (Heart shaped lens)&lt;br /&gt;2) Ray Ban Glasses (I think I'll look ugly in them, But, collection? Yeah. You know.)&lt;br /&gt;3) FuncDeko Cyclops Shades&lt;br /&gt;4) "PRETTY PALS'" Sun Shades&lt;br /&gt;5) Shutter Shades&lt;br /&gt;6) Gigantic Ribbon Hairband&lt;br /&gt;7) Tiny "Hat" clip&lt;br /&gt;8) Exaggerating hair accessory&lt;br /&gt;9) Bow tie&lt;br /&gt;10) Scarves :D&lt;br /&gt;11) FROST Charms Necklace&lt;br /&gt;12) Wooden Fire Engine Necklace from Victoria Jomo&lt;br /&gt;13) Wooden Train Carriage Necklace from Victoria Jomo&lt;br /&gt;14) FROST Plastic Charms Bracelet&lt;br /&gt;15) Charm Necklace from Diva&lt;br /&gt;16) Ice-cream Necklace from Fashion 8ar&lt;br /&gt;17) Robot Necklace from Diva&lt;br /&gt;18) Hair Curlers Necklace from Victoria Jomo&lt;br /&gt;19) Ping Pong Necklace from FuncDeko&lt;br /&gt;20) Mahiki Butterfly Necklace from Assessorize&lt;br /&gt;21) Star Necklace from FROST&lt;br /&gt;22) Pink Guitar Necklace from ZTAMP&lt;br /&gt;23) Handmade Choker (Reference to TEENS (Lady Gaga's cover-photo) Issue)&lt;br /&gt;24) Handmade Woolen Knotted Necklace&lt;br /&gt;25) Handmade Brooch (Pin)&lt;br /&gt;26) Red Peace Sign Pin from FUNCDEKO&lt;br /&gt;27) Blazer&lt;br /&gt;28) Cropped Cardigan&lt;br /&gt;29) Buttoned Down Cardigan&lt;br /&gt;30) Trench coat :(&lt;br /&gt;31) Coat (I FINALLY KNOW THE DIFFERENCE, MONSTER. :D)&lt;br /&gt;32) Jacket&lt;br /&gt;33) Bolero&lt;br /&gt;34) Oversized T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;35) "Boyfriend's" Shirt&lt;br /&gt;36) Sleeveless Vest&lt;br /&gt;37) Belt :-)&lt;br /&gt;38) CORSET&lt;br /&gt;39) Romper&lt;br /&gt;40) Tunic&lt;br /&gt;41) Chiffon Dress&lt;br /&gt;42) Shoulder-padded dress&lt;br /&gt;43) Long shirt&lt;br /&gt;44) Tube Dress&lt;br /&gt;45) Tank top&lt;br /&gt;46) Racer-back&lt;br /&gt;47) Elbow-length shirt&lt;br /&gt;48) Long sleeves&lt;br /&gt;49) High-waist shorts&lt;br /&gt;50) Mini-pants (Denim)&lt;br /&gt;51) Mini-pants (Coloured)&lt;br /&gt;52) Mini denim skirt&lt;br /&gt;53) Bermudas :D&lt;br /&gt;54) High-waist Skirt&lt;br /&gt;55) Pencil Skirt&lt;br /&gt;56) Knee-length Skirt&lt;br /&gt;57) Harem Pants&lt;br /&gt;58) Jeans&lt;br /&gt;59) Odd-coloured Jeans&lt;br /&gt;60) Flare-skirt&lt;br /&gt;61) Jeggings&lt;br /&gt;62) Normal pants (?)&lt;br /&gt;63) Leggings&lt;br /&gt;64) Tights&lt;br /&gt;65) Suspenders&lt;br /&gt;66) Overalls&lt;br /&gt;67) Knee-length socks&lt;br /&gt;68) Trompe L'oeil Socks&lt;br /&gt;69) Ankle Socks&lt;br /&gt;70) Oxford heels&lt;br /&gt;71) Ankle Boots&lt;br /&gt;72) Dr.Marten Boots 8 Eye&lt;br /&gt;73) Knee-length Boots&lt;br /&gt;74) Patent Heels&lt;br /&gt;75) Platform Heels&lt;br /&gt;76) Pumps&lt;br /&gt;77) Sandals&lt;br /&gt;78) Flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;79) Sneakers&lt;br /&gt;80) Adidas Shoes LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;81) Cresent Sling Bag&lt;br /&gt;82) Patent Sling Bag&lt;br /&gt;83) Envelope Purse&lt;br /&gt;84) Purse&lt;br /&gt;85) Clutch&lt;br /&gt;86) Tote&lt;br /&gt;87) Pouch&lt;br /&gt;88) Suitcase Bag (VINTAGE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;89) Mail-boy Bag (VINTAGE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;90) Handbag&lt;br /&gt;91) That striking green backpack, (eh, shamilah?)&lt;br /&gt;92) Hand cuffs&lt;br /&gt;93) Bangles&lt;br /&gt;94) Bracelet (Miss Ng? :))&lt;br /&gt;95) Leather gLOVES&lt;br /&gt;96) (All them single ladies, put a) RING (on it!) - (As in those... fake ones.) (LOVE THE LIGHTNING BOLT ONE!)&lt;br /&gt;97) Headbands&lt;br /&gt;98) Jumpsuit&lt;br /&gt;99) Cami Tops (about the same as spaghetti straps)&lt;br /&gt;100) I don't know. *THINK HARD TO MAKE IT PERFECT* Umm... Blouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the last one isn't very... satisfying? But anyway, 100 things that make me. Want them. Well, not exactly a must. But you know, It'll make a PERFECT wardrobe. let me edit the last 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) Quilted Skirt&lt;br /&gt;100) MARC JACOB'S KISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euw. I can't imagine that. Although it'll worth bucks. And a memorable one. But no way, even though he looks young, he isnt! I can sue him for goodness sake. Yeah, but anyway, don't even try. To get anything from the above for me. Ok, I think too highly. *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha...&lt;br /&gt;Ma(r)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5165458552571027791?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5165458552571027791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/69.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5165458552571027791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5165458552571027791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/69.html' title='69'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3112443725889334783</id><published>2009-10-18T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:16:53.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>68</title><content type='html'>"Just a sec, man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, seeing that no one comment my blog. I assume kids are &lt;em&gt;clever&lt;/em&gt; to know to comment my blog, even though there's no tag box right? *Grins* No one's stupid. So, comment on my post.&lt;br /&gt;Links are up, for your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M____, I want to tell you something. I love&lt;em&gt; Marc&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jacobs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HI I'M MAR RETIRING.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to bed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3112443725889334783?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3112443725889334783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/68.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3112443725889334783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3112443725889334783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/68.html' title='68'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5175224039936782614</id><published>2009-10-17T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:13:25.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>67</title><content type='html'>"Late night gonna' hit the town,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutral Plus, ohsofickle, (maybe) Spellbound (Cause they have no website, if yes, tell me please.), Best of Blogshops, SENSE, M)phosis, Chamelon, DAKRA, Best of Blogshops, Forever21, Topshop, Zara... Yeah, and you know, the list goes on. Trip to Salvation Army cancelled. Well, Even I rather buy new clothes. But, is that possible? Nice and cheap clothes? :( Well. Anyway, I was in Fairprice today, and viewing the magazine, realising the latest issue of CHIC has been published! So I took it up, scanned through the pages, and put it down. Knowing that I can't buy it. Unless, my mother's back. And I'll kindly ask her. But, she's not here. So, it's the last piece. Someone took it. Shit. And my mother came back. So, I was like, "Someone took the last CHIC magazine. :(" But i quickly added on. "But there's popular upstairs." So she's like. "Okay." And guess what? When we're walking out, I saw the person who took my magazine. But well, I can get newer CHIC Magazines in popular, Why not? Yeah, so we bought. Then, ate and went home. After massage. (:p) But anyway, I feel like wearing Marc Jacobs clothings (even though they're not suited for Singapore, weather-wise and... eye-catching-wise.) and walking down Orchard road. Now that's better than wearing a piece of bikini and jeans down Orchard road, right, (Miss Low?) Yeah but anyway, I saw so many things I like in the new issue of CHIC. I guess all those numbers for Marc Jacobs' items made me feel those once-expensive-to-me items, seem cheap. Well, Imagine a sunnies worthed 10,000. You'll find that a heels worth $30 cheap, right? Yeah, but anyway, life is life. So, walked to another shop. I heard this person went "Mummy, can i buy this book?" And the mum... Non-reluctantly said "Yeah, sure!" Took out money, and off they went. Duh. And for me? "This book's so nice right?" "Yeah!" I did'nt have to say anything else. And the idea-bubble went "pop"! Like a lighted splint. (Hai, Miss Ng. Even though you don't read my blog. I used my science concept, baby!) Anyway, I dug out every of my past-magazine. And went "OH MY GD" everytime I saw Marc Jacobs' name. Yeah, time to sleep. Thinking of changing banner. Since this isn't that appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days til' birthday (Did i get my maths right this time?)&lt;br /&gt;BABY IT'S MAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5175224039936782614?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5175224039936782614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/67.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5175224039936782614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5175224039936782614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://keronova.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raphael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.great-lurve.blogspot.com/"&gt;SiangJoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therunningfanatic.blogspot.com/"&gt;SiJin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lpeatswaffles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wilfred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Homeroom Pals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alfred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughter-fills-the-air.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovestrikesdreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Benedict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amberzzero4teen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theskyandrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brendan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-stone-emo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dedrick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://haolun-is-nuts.blogspot.com/"&gt;HaoLun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.screwed-down.blogspot.com/"&gt;JunJie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ah-ven.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kayven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ahqi-ahqi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madeleine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://why-do-u-care.blogspot.com/"&gt;NicholasNg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuts-n-boltz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emo-sadistic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://choco-gurlwithmint.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shantel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.th-idiotvenuuus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Venus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://planewithnutz.blogspot.com/"&gt;WennHao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://draderblade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiangchou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.www-love-hate-happy-sad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yaoxing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveforvolleyball.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yiting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other class, I suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dancethroughmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brescia-96.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brescia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naturalfeelings96.blogspot.com/"&gt;Celeste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://celinshhhsecrets.blogspot.com/"&gt;Celin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th-court.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydarkestdays-x.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dinie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vintage-insanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Irmalisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lpwn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whyy-this-x3.blogspot.com/"&gt;June&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bored0mz.blogspot.com/"&gt;JiaJun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fudgeyourmomma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.princesstig96.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nurul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heartspink-x.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rueyying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lllastromance.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desperade-thinker.blogspot.com/"&gt;WeeSing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://once-upon-a-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zixin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends On the Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://definateanswer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rewinddthe-timex3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Claudia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movingon-inlifeissodifficult.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penlighted.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joeybuenviaje.blogspot.com/"&gt;JoeyBuenviaje&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.im-nicolette.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicolette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icreamm.blogspot.com/"&gt;YingXuan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speechlessboi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Larger than Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknown94-.blogspot.com/"&gt;Edric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spoiled-candy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arlette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x33-kiptaoflove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Qingyi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vinbbholystick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Screwed-up Vincent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/"&gt;(back to blog.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8410795934317854186?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8410795934317854186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/links.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8410795934317854186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8410795934317854186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/links.html' title='LINKS'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1521434687452744153</id><published>2009-10-16T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:42:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>65</title><content type='html'>"Ooh, I failed my maths."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, typical matter. :) I'm so going to have tuition. And I love tuition. Yeah. I love Doctor Martens more. Check out their website. &lt;a href="http://www.drmartens.sg/"&gt;www.drmartens.sg&lt;/a&gt; :) Oh god, I'm so getting one. And it is like attracting me. Anyway, my new blogskin. Banner hand-drawn. Adding links soon. Well, Maybe I should ask for a Topshop piece of clothing on my birthday. Or maybe just a highwaist skirt. Or, Dr Martens. *Grins* Well, My mum's thinking of me opening a blogshop. Even with my results. But yeah, not really that interested. Argh, I totally border-line passed. Okay, except for maths. Well next. Shops I'm totally checking out:&lt;br /&gt;1) Topshop&lt;br /&gt;2) Zara&lt;br /&gt;3) M)phosis&lt;br /&gt;4) Dr. Martens&lt;br /&gt;5) Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to Salvation Army for some... cheap picks. :) Cheap and Nice. Well, There may be other things which I find. LOL. I feel like D-I-Ying my own clothes. *Grins, again* Umm. Buying pom poms and sewing onto plain clothes, adding fabric paint? That should be somewhere near. But anyway, I saw this fantastic heels today, and it kind of reminded me of one of the Fall collection. I forgot which brand, sadly. It's uber nice, in striking yellow. And the person paired it with a yellow top, and navy blue long-pants. Well, anyway, I don't feel like blogging. Changing link soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1521434687452744153?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1521434687452744153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/65.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1521434687452744153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1521434687452744153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/65.html' title='65'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-4148476725899170329</id><published>2009-10-15T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:19:42.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>64</title><content type='html'>"Dinghy? Dingy? Oh god."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Maybe it's Mel Beeby, or even Marc Jacobs, Or perhaps it's about Tavi. But seriously, I start using Monsters! Well, maybe Lady Gaga's on it. But anyway, I dislike Ralph Lauren. Well, He fired an "overweight" Model, but she's actually Underweight? Duh. Well. I'm feeling empty. It's like. Why does she deserves all the friend. And everyone just hates me. Ok, not exactly everyone. But if you hate me, I'm still me right? There's no point trying to change myself for someone. Or even everyone. Why should I hide myself. Or trying to act. From today onwards, I'm going to be Myself. Me. (Ok, this really reminds me of Miss Ris Low.) But I'm off with Leopard prints, Zebra prints, or just a piece of bikini. I'm into fashion. Baby! Marc Jacobs! Ok, I don't think I'm anywhere near a fashion blog yet. I'm not exactly ready for it. But I love Marc Jacobs. And his fabulous, awesome, fantastic, sunnies and trenches. I loved the transparent one. Seriously. Yeah. And today, I bought a notebook k. It's nice. And i love it, you monsters. Bought 1 Purse, 1 Wallet. Yez. I was somewhere near customising my own clothes, Buying pompoms, to sew onto some clothes or just cardigan, but yeah, Bang, I'm off with that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not alone, you're not alone,"&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-4148476725899170329?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/4148476725899170329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/64.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4148476725899170329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4148476725899170329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/64.html' title='64'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1422649269947092501</id><published>2009-10-14T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:36:22.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>63</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StX0to1yYwI/AAAAAAAAADA/AarVpBbzvgQ/s1600-h/Marc+Jacobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392485193740346114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StX0to1yYwI/AAAAAAAAADA/AarVpBbzvgQ/s320/Marc+Jacobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I should sign you up for some designing classes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god, Isn't that Marc Jacobs perfect? Like... Oh god. I'm so wanting one. But it costs like $10,000++++ Even more than that. AND, Even if you have the MONEY, You may not even stand a chance to get it. Well. I'd love some Hand-me-downs, Scarves, Heels, DR. MARTENS(!!!), Oversized Boots, Platforms, Tunics, Belts, Coats, High-waist Pants, High-waist Skirts, Tights, Oversized Shirts, SHADES (sweet.), Necklaces (yeah.), Salvation Army finds (:)), Gloves, A DECENT CAMERA, MONSTERS. Killer Bags, Purses, Blah, Jackets babe, Trench (Well that's about same as coat right, but, who cares?), Shoulder Pads, HEADBANDS, Hairbands, Ankle Socks, Normal Socks, KNEE-LENGTH SOCKS, &lt;oh&gt; Well, Bracelets, Actually Handcuffs are cooler, Pencil Skirt, Flare Skirt, Whatever Skirt I can find, Overalls, JUMPSUIT BABE!, Long tee, Plain Tee, Dress, Singlets, Racerback, Cami Tops, Brooch, Pins, Sneakers, Chucks, Trompe l'oeil Prints, Corsets (ER... OK.), Flats, Net, Pumps, Cardigan, Blazer, Umm, Tell me that's about all, Or I'll tell you, Our family's going bankrupt, monsters. Now. Let's look at all the magazines I gotta get in a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) CHIC Magazine (x2) It's like, half a month published.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Teenage Magazine (Oh a must, boo.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Teens? Well I don't really need it but, yeah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Seventeen SINGAPORE - Self-explanatory, monsters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Seriously I need to retire to bed. I'm dead-tired. Sleep, children. Mother's not 'mused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Tavi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1422649269947092501?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1422649269947092501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/63.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1422649269947092501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1422649269947092501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/63.html' title='63'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StX0to1yYwI/AAAAAAAAADA/AarVpBbzvgQ/s72-c/Marc+Jacobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6837758056655021833</id><published>2009-10-14T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:16:31.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>62</title><content type='html'>"It's all about fashion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. First, Photography. Second, Cooking. Thirdly, Stars. Now? Fashion. This is killing me, kids. Damned. It's such a pity there's no Singapore-based designers. Look at all those, Louis Vuitton, Anna Sui, Vera Wang, Balmein, Pierre Cardin, Coco Chanel, Armani, Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana, Fendi, Guccio Gucci, Miuccia Prada (Which is Prada and Miu Miu), Yohji Yamamoto, Yeah. Jimmy Choo. Whatever. Singapore? None! Damned It. We have one, Ashley Isham. Based? LONDON. Damned! Singapore? None, Again. Well, Tavi's a lucky one. She's a fashion blogger, 13. And guess what? She met MARC. seriously, MARC JACOBS. Designer of Louis Vuitton and Marc by Marc Jacobs. But anyway, I'll love to meet him. He's like, totally. Hot. He looks like 29, 30. But he's like 40-50. Gosh. I'll love to be her. She has like. Dons of Funky Hair Accessories, Cardigans, Blah, High Waist, Boots, Funky High-socks. Gosh. But anyway, I'm so loving any Fashion Shows. If only, they have another one soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3&lt;br /&gt;Mar(c) :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6837758056655021833?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6837758056655021833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/62.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6837758056655021833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6837758056655021833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/10/62.html' title='62'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-4701050658412838719</id><published>2009-09-27T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:18:17.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>61</title><content type='html'>"Zhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Yesterday night, went Botak Jones to eat Dinner. Damn good food, really at a damn good price. Ate their Botak Burger + Cheese + Egg. Rocks. My father ate Swank with Eggs, rocks too. Well my mum, I forgot. LOL. But it was some kind of steak. After that, It was 8, So we went a mall to walk. I forgot what was it. It was near depot road. Yeah, bought 2 highlighters and 1 pen. *grins* Went to More than Words or something. Wait, Let me check. Ok, I'm right. So, I bought 1 Glico "Ice-cream" biscuit. I loved that from young. LOL. Then my mum bought 3 packets of sour sweet. And it's really sour. I jumped at the mall, went "argh! mmmmmmmm!" And everyone looked at me. LOL. Well, I took the lemon one. Cough. LOL. Then, It was 9. We went around the F1 area, hoping to hear the sound. But we went from 9pm to 9:45pm. Then my mum went to ask her friend, who won a ticket. So she said "It starts at 10pm..." She sounded bored, since she was there from 6. LOL. Because if you don't go then, they won't let you in or something. Not because she's kiasu. COUGH. :) Well, Then we turned back, and went around and around, and from a distance, there was a Zmmmmmmmmmm! A soft one, then a bus was beside us. Wtf, then it covered the noise. After the bus wasn't beside us, the Zmmmmmm was over. ... But, we went to the Highway, And I was only like... 2 Car lanes away from the F1 car!!! It was SUPER LOUD. And my mum saw the Blue car. She keep calling me to see here, see there. Then end up I can't see. Argh. But it was really very loud. It's like, My sight was worthed 8 thousand dollars. LOL. Then, after that, Because i can't see, we went round again, And I SAW! I SAW! I saw the BMW, Renault ones. LOL. I heard it. Well, then, while going home, I saw it again! Oh yeah, when we were on the highway, we were going real slow. Then the police was like... "Ushering" us. Then we went round again, we saw the police watching also. Wtf. LOL. So funny. Then. Ok, back to tpic. When we're going home, I saw it again. But, the one I saw was 1 light flashing past REALLY FAST. But it has a little red and yellow. It's renault. :) My mum's bank sponsor. Woo. Go Alonso and Sebastian! No offence but, I don't support Hamilton. LOL. He got 1st on the race btw. :x Alonso was 6th and Sebastian went 2nd. :) My father joked that today we're going again. Hopefully not. I want to go somewhere... Well, A man is changing the taps etc at my house. Wee, My toilet's got half-flush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Earth!&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-4701050658412838719?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/4701050658412838719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/61.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4701050658412838719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4701050658412838719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/61.html' title='61'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7493744981029951372</id><published>2009-09-25T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:59:32.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60</title><content type='html'>"Integers sucks a big time. Algebra sucks more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er well, brief explanation since I'm tired. School Blah. After school Eat. After that join Express Chinese in Chinese Remedial. I actually don't need, but since they're doing composition, well, my compo suck. So why not. So, after that, took same bus as the others, And my double decker's behind. I'm so lucky, gosh. So, Well yeah. Did'nt sleep. Wanted to take a picture of Lilin road, but zoom. I wasn't prepared. Lmao. Well, Slept through the day, ate, changed bag. Well, Try to do some Integers but it all look like webdings to me. I can't take in anything, I'm tired. Dah. I'm trying to get my nano, by studying. As-ies, I'm coming, babe. Well, not exactly. I only did Maths. What about History, Literature, Chinese, Design tech, Geography. Oh dear. Well, Lily Allen rocks. Big time. Yeah. LDN, Smile, Alfie, The Fear, 22, Everyone's at it, F*** you, Not Fair. Every song of her's rocks. Gosh, I love her. But I don't know what attracts me to Lady Gaga. 25th November 2009, Maybe? The Fame Monsters. Her unique sense of style, inspired by those... marc jacobs etc. Blah, Designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata,&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7493744981029951372?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7493744981029951372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/60.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7493744981029951372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7493744981029951372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/60.html' title='60'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5496106616962820489</id><published>2009-09-24T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:45:30.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>59</title><content type='html'>"It makes me smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving Lily Allen more and more, as I listen to all her songs. They are awesome, fabulous. Better than Lady Gaga's. But I love Pokerface and Lovegame still, Top on my list. Followed by... So many. F*** you, Not Fair, 22, Everyone's at it, Fag Hag, Womanizer (Cover), LDN, Smile, Alfie (This is the best, gosh), Littlest Things. All by Lily Allen. And of course, The Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5496106616962820489?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5496106616962820489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/59.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5496106616962820489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5496106616962820489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/59.html' title='59'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1820308735716597844</id><published>2009-09-24T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:35:51.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>58</title><content type='html'>"That's your problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Muscleache all over. Sorry, wasn't really active enough. But that's my problem. :) Tuesday was okay. Wednesday... Drama. I think it was better than what I've expected, although we've could have done better. I sort of forgot a line, but I'd covered it up nicely. Not self-praising, though. Well, Left my metal stick in the room. Damn. Assembly was funny. Our DM made a presentation, everyone was almost dozing off. When the presentation ended. Everyone went clapping and cheering. But when he said "To my next presentation." Everyone went groaning. LOL. Well, after that, I went to find our FT, to ask whether I can get my metal stick back. So i was going to. And I heard my teacher behind, so I turned around. But our VP was behind too. :/ So I gave that "hehehe..." laugh. And she did it back. Oh hell. And then, she said "She's so sweet right". Damn. There were so many teachers behind. ... Nvm. And i said "You taught my mother before." "Oh! No wonder you look so familiar, I saw you before." And i went like wth? It was so freaking embarrassing. ... Damned! Anyway, Geography rocks. Well, I asked whether we can merge our powerpoint and tshirt together. She asked if it's drawn. So i said it was computer drawn. And she said "Wow!" LOL. Thanks. I know, I love my drawing too. LOL. Ok, Boasting. Nevermind, I love myself. :) But anyway, Mrs koh said "Whatever" to isaac, and I went like "wow, nice one." and Mr Tan went like "That's your problem" and I went even more "WOW NICE ONE." Because he was being so irritating. :) Well. Ytd, Stayed back for art, had paint on my hand, and rubbed my face. Damned it. Everyone laughed. And today, I went to borrow a chair in the Home Econs. Room. And when I walked out the class, the teacher went like "She is so cute right?" and everyone laughed. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at,&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1820308735716597844?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1820308735716597844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/58.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1820308735716597844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1820308735716597844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/58.html' title='58'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5370524307305668477</id><published>2009-09-20T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:04:55.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57</title><content type='html'>"OH MY GOSH IT CAME OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY! SASA CAME OUT! Oh, I meant my wisdom tooth. :) Well, Now I'm in mood for long-posts. Well. Yesterday, Wanted to go to Phoon Huat to get my mooncake ingredients, but there was no cab, so we dropped the idea. Then, Finally, I can go today! Went there, searched the whole shop, and the trip was fruiful! Well, after that, Ate some Herbal Chicken Soup, It was delicious! And it's located at Upper Serangoon. Well, then, I went home, Made the skin, went to bathe, and came out to finish the other parts. Now it's still in the freezer. Hopefully It'll taste good. Well. Going to _____'s house tomorrow. Wearing something crazy to embarrass Lana. LOL. Just Kidding. I'll see what I can find in my wardrobe. Well. Got to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey business,&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5370524307305668477?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5370524307305668477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5370524307305668477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5370524307305668477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/57.html' title='57'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-880553006874538153</id><published>2009-09-20T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:44:55.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>56</title><content type='html'>"What packet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just made my batch of snow-skin mooncakes. Well, turned out well. My tooth hurts. :/&lt;br /&gt;It's falling off. I don't know why my sentences are so short.  Anyway, I'm lazy to blog. This is short of a mash-up-twitter-post. Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata,&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-880553006874538153?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/880553006874538153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/880553006874538153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/880553006874538153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/56.html' title='56'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1316565989735622743</id><published>2009-09-19T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:04:14.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>54</title><content type='html'>"My mooncake brings everyone to the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, browsing through the meaning of names. So, Mar means "The Sea". Hmm... I guess it means that I'm broad-minded and looks at the big picture. LOL. Tsk. Marc Jacob's Marc means Rebellious. LOL. Rebellion towards? Fashion? LOL. Marcie = Warlike. Rebellious too? Well. Fight against things. Until the end. Me. Next. Marguerite means Pearl. Cool. Rich. LOL. Hmm. Next. I'm laughing at this. (This is off topic, came across it) MARK MEANS REBELLIOUS. No wonder. LOL. Marjene means Coral, Gracious. Perfect. But i don't like the sound of the name. Marlene is nice. It means Descendant of Mary er... No way, for now. If my name will be Mar... My child will be Marnie. Since it's "From the Sea". LOL. Then it makes my friends "Marv" since it means "Friend of the Sea" LOL. Marnin - Joy Giver. Sweet. Martina = Who Loves Everyone, Warlike. Woh. This is nice. Another random one. Marena. LOL. Sounds like Marina. :p Maravilla. Sounds like my blog, with a Mar too. Perfect one. But damned, it's pronounced as MaraBEEah. ... Well. Shite. Anyway, It's meaning's Admirable and Wonderful. :( And, if someone calls my name for short, They'd call me Mara too. And it sounds like Nara. Right. Time for facebook. "What is my perfect name?" :p Right, I can't find any.&lt;br /&gt;Cough,&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1316565989735622743?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1316565989735622743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/54.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1316565989735622743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1316565989735622743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/54.html' title='54'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3917967726341350613</id><published>2009-09-18T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:52:03.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>53</title><content type='html'>"Happy Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Madeleine dear! Next. Well, stayed back to help Miss Wong cut some of her booth item. The paper cutter was so hard to use. At first. Because we did'nt slot the paper under&lt;br /&gt;the plastic. ... Well, Bought materials for Madeleine dear's card. Baby you're so lucky I'm in mood for shopping. LOL. Just kidding. Anyway, Made moon cake. Turns out horrible. Er, guessed the riddles. Well, I guessed so many, given my answers to Lana and Roslyn. And Roslyn got first. Because, I forgot to write my name. Damned it. Angelina and I make a good pair in Riddles. LOL. Well, we would get 1st and 2nd if we did'nt share answers, I think. But well, as long as I know I got it correct, it's okay. So, ate with Angelina, at mac's. Since Mos was full. Er, and met up with parents, since it was dark. Well. I bought this 10-pack decorative sticker with Marie and Hello Kittys. Guess how much it cost? 1 Buck only. So, 1 roll is 10c. It's so cheap. Gosh. LOL. Well, giving one to Angelina when we meet up. The pink one, preferbly. Hah. And Justin kicked my leg in lesson. Damned it. It wasn't only me who pulled your chair right? Why don't you kick Lina as well, looking for trouble? Damn you. Bias damned holy moly. LOL. (Credits to Lina for that phrase) Well. I'm getting over it, baby.&lt;br /&gt;For every 99 Times,&lt;br /&gt;Mar looked you in your eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3917967726341350613?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3917967726341350613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/53.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3917967726341350613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3917967726341350613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/53.html' title='53'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3836845551857323609</id><published>2009-09-17T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:26:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>52</title><content type='html'>"Wait, and that's your bus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's pounding right now. Like a nyonya dish. Well, not exactly. At least nyonya dishes are nice, my headache's definately not nice. Well. Now with the freeze-pack on my head, it feels... great. Well. Rock on, freeze packs. I've not having enough sleep, thus this terrible-ache thing. Well. Hmm... My hair-tie broke on the way to school, argh. Had to use some freaking red RUBBER-bands. As in seriously those grocery ones. Damned. Well, school was great. D&amp;amp;T was great. With some Ohmn or whatever damn. Well, I must get a distinction for D&amp;amp;T. I must. And Drama. And I must, improve chinese and mathematics, for my sake. Seriously. I gotta get promoted. Anyway, Stayed back, helped Teacher ran errand, went to the sick bay instead. Shit. Wrong room. So we went to the staff room, lucky our literature teacher was there. Rock on. (Oh the herbal smell from my pack is so nice.) Well, went to art. Carved finish, damned it, She said the lines were too thin when she herself cut it. "Put the blame on me" -_-. Well, So i went on cutting. And she said it was too thick. Just kidding, she said it was "Good work". So I need to wait for Lina, great, and sweep the floor. Firstly, I wasn't used to the mutated broom. But after a few minutes, I think sweeping rocks. LOL. Ok I'm having a problem over here? And, I commented "Oh dear, the floor is so clean." -- "Thanks to me." LOL. Well, tsk tsk. So, our teacher "ordered" some kiasu and dumb guy to take over me. Well, she walked out the class room, I snatched the broom. LOL. And our teacher asked "Why are you sweeping?" So i answered "He only makes everything worse." "Just let him sweep!" "Ok." -_- Well, and I did it again. Then when she came back, She told me to give both brooms to Dumb guy. LOL. No offence. So, He played with the broom, by putting the end to the fan, spoiling the broom. Not exactly. But yeah. And, well, he just sweeps the dust to the air. -_- I shouted and he quickly stopped. Hah! I saved the day. Not exactly, again. Well. hour. Ok, So. Let me quote her. "See, she's such a sweet girl, totally opposite of brandon." And, she was putting his arm around my... shoulders. I went like "FREEZE". ... I was silently laughing the whole time. Lmao. And finally she let go. So i had nothing to do, I went to shift the tables. -_- So, Lina helped me by saying "Give her merit point lah?" so she said "No, if i give her merit point, it defeats the purpose, since she shouldn't be cleaning for the merit points only." And it goes on. Well, went home with Lina, saw Shamilah! *Jump* Well, both of us went like "OMG OMG OMG" -_- I know, it's crap. Well, walked with Shamilah to the bus-stop, and we were talking talking, and me, not knowing my bus just passed by, kept on talking. So, she went like "Eh, that's your bus." LOL. I immediately started running like crazy, and turned my head back to say "Thanks! BYE!" It was so embarrassing. Because the bus stopped for like 20 seconds, for me. LOL. Well. Lucky I caught it, since i already missed one bus. -_- Well. Bought chocolate ice-cream and went home. Miss my primary school, mostly because of the mushroom soup. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Dum ram dum,&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3836845551857323609?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3836845551857323609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3836845551857323609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3836845551857323609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/52.html' title='52'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3026306380024490981</id><published>2009-09-16T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:51:46.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51</title><content type='html'>"Certain friends are like whirlwind, they come and they go,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Drama rocks. That's one. Well. After school, wanted to go and eat with Angelina, but Milah choped her first. Well, poor me had to walk to the Mall myself. Well, ordered fish burger meal from Mos. Best in town, or rather, mall. As in, seriously it rocks with the onion or garlic. Well. I was about to pop in a fries into my mouth -- Someone sat beside me. A malay. Well. So, to respect her, I decided not to eat even though I was literally starving. Well. Saw this old lady pushing her Upper Primary child. I thought it should be the other way round. Duh. Well, Slept the whole way, wishing that the Malay girl beside me will get off stop, so I can eat. But guess what, she got off 1 stop before me. :/ Right. Well, count myself &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm, I am lost for words actually. But well... Tempura, Sushi, Sashimi! LOL, here's to you, Rybio/Hongy/Hongzheng, Whatever you prefer. Strike off the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mar (Do you know Mars is one of the 4 "Rock" planet? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3026306380024490981?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3026306380024490981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/51.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3026306380024490981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3026306380024490981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/51.html' title='51'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6979810119401576611</id><published>2009-09-15T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:36:42.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50</title><content type='html'>"I like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bored, went to Cleverbot. *Note: I AM NOT A LONER. Had a funny yet interesting chat. LOL. Well. It goes like this&lt;br /&gt;C: "I like you."&lt;br /&gt;M (Me): "I like you too."&lt;br /&gt;C: "What do you look like?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "I look like you."&lt;br /&gt;C: "How do I look like?" (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;M: "Look in the mirror."&lt;br /&gt;C: "I am not Garry newman"&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Well, that was interesting. Saw a road named "Lilin", reminded me of Leelin. Saw Meiqi walked to her bus-stop, on my Bus. Smsed her to "Look behind you". She turned frantically. LOL. Poor girl. Well, then, I smsed her "The Bus!" Her: "What bus?" Me: "Bus **" Her: "HUH?" Me: Nevermind. LOL. Well. Damned, Can't view my Lady Gaga MVs. .Avi file. Great. Well.&lt;br /&gt;Why I like Teachers:&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wong: Because of her "haha" on Msn.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm J: Her... Her... quirky-ness? Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Seah: Er... Er... (This is hard, cause' I don't like maths) Her... "Justin, Stop!" :)&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tan C.L: Her throwing of markers and her "flying heels" LOL. Although I haven't actually saw that scene before.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ng: Her peace bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yeo: I like Home Economics, and I like her strictness. Made me score.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Koh: She made me D&amp;amp;T rep.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Elysia Tan: "Oh, really? :)"&lt;br /&gt;Miss Chen: Loved her from first sight. LOL. I'm not being bias but well. :) Ok, another one is "Grey for Mondays, Pink for Tuesday, Black for Wednesday..." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chia: "When the ding dong bell rings"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ling: I passed Inclined Pull-up!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong: *Bangs the cupboard door*&lt;br /&gt;Miss Serene: Well, about everything. Her blue nail-polish, Her hairstyle, Her Abercrombie and Fitch Sweats, Her Attitude, Her whatever she wears. :) And I LOVE DRAMA. Thus I like her.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tay: She dealt with Mark and Wennhao on the Second lesson. Well, not missing Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;That's about all. :) Not saying that I &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; like them for those above mention. But, those are the entertaining ones. Well, I'm tired. Bye. Off to... rest.&lt;br /&gt;Rapping? No, Napping.&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6979810119401576611?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6979810119401576611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6979810119401576611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6979810119401576611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/50.html' title='50'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-90148166395826598</id><published>2009-09-14T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:38:14.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49</title><content type='html'>"Bimbos are purple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the downloading of Lady Gaga's M.V failed. Damned it. Well, Had pepper crab for dinner. Gosh, it was so nice. Although the &lt;s&gt;juice&lt;/s&gt; sauce did'nt seep in, so it taste kind of... plain. But well. It was nice. Sigh. I feel so tired. Argh, Feel like going to Daiso and just enjoy the air-con... And well, just cheeling out. :) Well. Nothing much to say. My eyelids are dropping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Words that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Gaga 2) Mar 3) Marcie 4) Jiayu :o 5) LOL 6) Mars 7) Well 8) Odd 9) Special 10) Weird 11) Eccentric 12) Photography 13) Blends 14) Chocolate 15) Wanlin/Lana 16) Shamilah 17) Meiqi 18) Ilina 19) Reiyi 20) Star 21) MVs 22) Hollywood 23) Artiste 24) Art 25) Television 26) Parodies 27) Marville 28) Songs 29) Dream 30) Pop 31) Friends 32) Love 33) Katy 34) Lily 35) Peace 36) Neon 36) Science 37) Chemistry 38) Radio 39) Married Man 40) Rock 41) Bus 42) Toons 43) Green 44) Flower 45) Bags 46) Shopping 47) Heels 48) Chucks 49) Dresses 50) Tags 51) Craft 52) Internet 53) Fashion 54) New york 55) Dance 56) Couture 57) Fame 58) Revolution 59) Stefani 60) Flickr 61) Facebook 62) Anti-Mousehunt :) 63) Flicker 64) Bebo 65) Blog 66) Vlog 67) Shopaholic 68) Grey 69) Dull 70) Black 71) White 72) Contrast 73) Red 74) Fall 75) Citric 76) Lime 77) Nano 78) Classique 79) Crush 80) Speakers 81) Microphone 82) America 83) Myths 84) Ultra 85) Glamorous 86) Bermudas 87) Acute 88) Damn 89) Director 90) Words 91) Shuffle 92) Walk 93) Touch 94) Obsessed 95) Cases 96) Mystery 97) Radar 98) Notebook 99) Laptop 100) Vamp&lt;br /&gt;Another 50 for you.&lt;br /&gt;101) Work 102) Girls 103) Start 104) Live 105) Diamante 106) Music 107) Pynk 108) Clue 109) Groove 110) Funk 111) Sweet 112) Sour 113) Nap 114) Knackered 115) Open 116) In 117) Up 118) Wire 119) Link 120) Vintage 121) Rich 122) Eighties 123) Retro 124) Media 125) English 126) Chat 127) Struck 128) Disaster 129) Paparazzi 130) Poker 131) Show 132) Acoustic 133) Instrument 134) Apparatus 135) Celebration 136) Party 137) Ends 138) America 139) Random 140) Wish 141) Impact 142) Temperate 143) Ironic 144) Duh 145) Well 146) Argh 147) Shrug 148) Message 149) Spree 150) Sustainable&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's for you guys,&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-90148166395826598?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/90148166395826598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/90148166395826598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/90148166395826598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/49.html' title='49'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3996718233709609968</id><published>2009-09-14T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:13:00.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48</title><content type='html'>"You're welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I passed my napfa, first time taking, I did not fail. -_- Ok. I jumped 172 for Broad Jumping, damned! Hm. My toes hurt, due to the jumping and stuffs. Argh. I'm trying to convert those damned .avi Mvs to .mp4, so I can watch them. Duh. Damned it. Argh. This was the best bus ride ever. Well.&lt;br /&gt;1) It's been months since I can actually lie down, listen to the radio and rest.&lt;br /&gt;2) Beside me was not any freaky guys, but a 20+- Aged teen, who is pretty yet.&lt;br /&gt;3) I saw the perfect scene of the river... Well, with the perfect sunlight&lt;br /&gt;4) I caught the Married Man on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;5) I had time to get off the bus without even embarrassing myself&lt;br /&gt;Well. Isn't that perfect? Yeah, well, Mos burger milk tea rocks. Like, what hell? I'm so tired, yet a smile is on my face. When I was almost home, waiting for the lift, I saw my ex-best friend cum' neighbor. Well, that isn't all. Beside her was a familiar face. No, not my primary school friend. Guess what? My cousin! LOL. So coincedental ey'? My best friend and cousin are in no, not same school. But, same class! Gosh, and that's so... Oh my dear. I guess this must be on my best friend's mind right now: "Oh my dear, is that even possible? My good friend is my ex-best friend's cousin? What hell is that! The world is so small! LOL!" Well, unexpected. Anyway. New songs on my wanted list. *Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;1) Sexy Chick - ???&lt;br /&gt;2) I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;3) ??? - ??? featuring ???&lt;br /&gt;Well. I forgot, but I have it on my phone. Lazy to check now. *Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching some sleep, prolly.&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3996718233709609968?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3996718233709609968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/48.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3996718233709609968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3996718233709609968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/48.html' title='48'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2012273307363259943</id><published>2009-09-13T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:47:39.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>47</title><content type='html'>"Coffee bean, star bucks, I hate coffee but i love blends,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillars of salt and pillars of sand? I think it should be pillars of home works instead. Well, Rushing that stupid comprehension that _______ brought to us. Hmm... Well, changed my blogskin. Not exactly my favourite one, but well, It's nice, because of the lady gaga icons i added in myself. I'm in dilemma. Well. Gossip Girls Style or Taiwan Style? :p Or Lady Gaga? :) I forgot what to blog about also. But anyway, I miss Comex. I love that iPod Nano with the Video Camera, and that Chocolate iPod! Well. When I grow up, I wanna get paid and buy that Nano, with Camera, When I grow up, I wanna get that Classic, With 100 GB, and loads of songs! When I grow up, Also get that iPhone, or least a touch, Cause I want the features! When I grow up, Love that shuffle, iMust get that Chocolate ones! Haha, Nice Parody ey'? Well just kidding. Well. I'm so bored. I crave some BOSE headphones as well. I love Pokerface and Love Game Video. tually', I'm being random. I totally forgotten what I want to blog about. Damned. Anyway. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt/Sand/Homework?&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2012273307363259943?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2012273307363259943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2012273307363259943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2012273307363259943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/47.html' title='47'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2989364031767224984</id><published>2009-09-12T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:00:40.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>46</title><content type='html'>"Se* and drugs and dirty money,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Don't be offended by the above quote. It's part of lyrics of "The One - Slaughterhouse". Anyway. I lost control of my laptop and bang, it knocked onto my mouth. And now it's bleeding. Vampyre success. Only that it's on my own. Damned. Well. Went to plaza singapura. Ate Manhatten Fish Market. Resembles Fish &amp;amp; co. Well. When they served the platter, the staff heated the sauce, and everyone was looking at us. Loved that fabulous feeling. But anyway, don't crave much attention since I was not in the mood. Well, saw a Cabby with his legs up at the front seat. Swear I'll never sit at the frount seat of all Cabs anymore. Well, won't name the company. :)&lt;br /&gt;Argh, my lips feel... raw. Well. Next. Wanted songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Straight through my heart - Backstreet Boys&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fallin' for you - Colbie Caillet&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;Body Language - Jesse McCartney&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I look so good without you - Jesse James&lt;br /&gt;5. Wanted - Jesse James&lt;br /&gt;6. Jump - Flo Rida featuring Nelly Furtado (Long time no "hear", Nelly!)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;s&gt;Love Drunk - Boys like Girls&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;s&gt;Two is better than one - Boys like Girls featuring Taylor Swift (What? Did i see wrongly?)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Midnight Romeo - Push Play&lt;br /&gt;10. Heaven can wait - We the Kings&lt;br /&gt;And... of course: 11. Slaughterhouse - The One&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any of these songs? I love you. And wanlin, I know what you're thinking of that Jesse James. I got the list of wanted songs from 91.3 top charts, not from influences. :p Although I must thank your blog. Because i was looking for "Wanted - Jesse James" but i did'nt know the title. Well, yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; wait,&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2989364031767224984?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2989364031767224984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2989364031767224984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2989364031767224984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/46.html' title='46'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1693957118673875278</id><published>2009-09-12T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:15:33.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45</title><content type='html'>"Mugar, Mice, and Meverything Mice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. Powerpuff girls brings back old cartoon network memories. :) Things I'm addicted to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Pet Society&lt;br /&gt;2) Powerpuff Girls (Well, not really)&lt;br /&gt;3) Parodies&lt;br /&gt;4) P... Well, nothing. Just Myself, Mar.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it. Mar can mean different names. Mars, Marguerite, Marchell, Mashell, Marcie, Margaret... Well. I'd still love Mars and Marguerite. Although Marcie sounds nice as well. I'm changing a new skin. Perhaps later, or tomorrow. But anyway, I'm lovin' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plurk it!&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1693957118673875278?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1693957118673875278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1693957118673875278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1693957118673875278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/45.html' title='45'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1389031702083046463</id><published>2009-09-10T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:18:55.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43</title><content type='html'>"Release, Release!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... *Yawn* I've got addicted to pets society. Arrrrgh. Well... Bentos are nice. I'm very bored. LOL. Well. Everything's okay! I'm changing blogskin. Not changing blog. LOL. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Mar?&lt;br /&gt;Mars without an "ass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcell, Marguerite, Margaret, Mars, Marchell,&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1389031702083046463?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1389031702083046463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1389031702083046463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1389031702083046463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/43.html' title='43'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3446940488434592288</id><published>2009-09-09T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:31:50.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09/09/09'/><title type='text'>42</title><content type='html'>"We're not an injured peacock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A domesticated girl, that's all you-- Sorry about that, but only songs cheer me up. Why, so many conflicts in one month. Well... To someone (1). If you think that I'm still being unreasonable about the drama think... Well, I agree, I'm unhappy about my role. And it's ok to be unhappy. I hope this doesn't sour our relationship, although you're acting as normal. I hope you don't mind my stares as what you've said really is unexpected. Next. Well, to someone (2) again. Don't be upset about all the gossips. What you've heard is the worst. There's better to come! Next. To another someone (3), well, you've really changed. All those things were so unexpected. Hope you will change for the better. Well... If i'm gonna score low for my drama. To someone (4) I'd rather be calefares in normal lessons and be main role for this damned show. Anyone who wants to read my new blog please ask me. Well... I may turn down some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don the love game,&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3446940488434592288?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3446940488434592288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-not-injured-peacock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3446940488434592288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3446940488434592288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-not-injured-peacock.html' title='42'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-8001768932091372484</id><published>2009-09-08T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:59:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>41</title><content type='html'>"The married man, from 91.3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly. I'm locking my damned blog up. I did'nt know that everyone's reading it. Firstly. Tagboard replies. (Did you realised that this is the first time how I'm doing it like this? LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;To: _ _ _ _ (Exactly 4 letters, but i know who you are):&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it's your fault. Chill.&lt;br /&gt;To: _ _ _ _ (Again)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sad for Meiqi.&lt;br /&gt;To: _ _ _ _ (And again)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I agree it's bigger than mine.&lt;br /&gt;To: _ _ _ _ (And again and again)&lt;br /&gt;Well, Cool! :)&lt;br /&gt;To: xxx&lt;br /&gt;Daiso makes me happy. ^.^ And I'm going there later. Well, Edit it, and make some small roles.&lt;br /&gt;To: xxx (Again)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm saving face for someone.&lt;br /&gt;To: xxx (And again)&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'm hurting everyone. On my blog i clearly stated: sorry IF this hurts anyone. Fail your Ingrish i suppose. Well, i know this sounds like a typical bitch, But here's to you: Shut your **** up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a public apology to Renald,&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8001768932091372484?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8001768932091372484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8001768932091372484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8001768932091372484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/41.html' title='41'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-8489935783543342561</id><published>2009-09-07T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:29:10.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40</title><content type='html'>"It's all your fault for not saying it earlier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying. Well. I came up with the story. And I'm getting the most wretched role. Damn it. Ok, I'm sorry if this hurts anyone. But seriously I need a space to talk about it. If i keep it in, I'll really explode someday. Argh. I feel so wretched. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt;#^ up,&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8489935783543342561?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8489935783543342561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8489935783543342561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8489935783543342561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/40.html' title='40'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6546862067025533869</id><published>2009-09-07T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:52:30.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39</title><content type='html'>"**** you, **** you very very much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Tomorrow's meeting ____, _____, _____, _____, _____ at ________. My dressing theme: Alice in the wunderland. Hope to see you tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;Well... Lily Allen... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice, Alice...&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6546862067025533869?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6546862067025533869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/39.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6546862067025533869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6546862067025533869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/39.html' title='39'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-6047880150426360742</id><published>2009-09-06T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:14:21.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38</title><content type='html'>"I'd rather lose a girl by my own words, than to win a girl by others' words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd love to be "Lily Allen" in her "The Fear" Video. It's so cool. I'd totally love it. Songs that are... nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Fear - Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;2) Trouble is a friend - Lenka&lt;br /&gt;3) The Show - Lenka&lt;br /&gt;4) All Lady Gaga Songs - Isn't that obvious?&lt;br /&gt;5) You belong with me - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;6) Fallin' for you - Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a riddle,&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-6047880150426360742?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/6047880150426360742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/38.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6047880150426360742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/6047880150426360742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/38.html' title='38'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1658020382154674749</id><published>2009-09-05T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:50:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL POST FOR A FAN-MADE VIDEO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FANTASTIC!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOhkPoj9tJ4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOhkPoj9tJ4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1658020382154674749?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1658020382154674749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1658020382154674749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1658020382154674749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/37.html' title='37'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7814943602960673329</id><published>2009-09-05T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:35:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36</title><content type='html'>"Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh, I realised i've been posting lyrics as my quotes. Well, ran out of quotes actually. Hah. I'm quite forgetful if you don't know. Well... It's my third time posting today. Right. Great. Whoteva.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Made a friendship bracelet. (out of yarn! sarns.) Anyway, was meant for Shamilah/ Wanlin. I don't know which one to pick. Then in the end, I find it too nice, I kept it for myself. Hahahaha. Well, will try to make one for both next time. Soon. LOL. Anyway, I'm quite bored. Yeah, that always happens during Holidays. But I dread lessons, and at the same time dread holidays. So, I love outings. Perhaps. With friends. Perhaps. Some days. PERHAPS. Found 12 compatible blogskins. Faved one, Maybe i should change it. But, I'm lazy to. So... Let's wait. Perhaps. So many things are going on. Underneath, that I could'nt concentrade. Why not everyone comes out... on the surface, and talk about it. But it'll be awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a boy... Lost in the woods. Looking all around, but all he sees are trees and leaves. Suddenly a dark shadow comes, and he's blacked-out. He felt someone dragging him... for hours. But his head is knocking, he just can't wake up, from this terrible nightmare. Something just stops him from it. When he woke up. He's all alone. Everything's black. But suddenly there's a flask of light, and he walks towards it. He saw that guy, and his name-tag. "Puzzled" That's exactly how he feels. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from,&lt;br /&gt;Mar. (I know that's used for opening a passage, but that's unique. So why not?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7814943602960673329?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7814943602960673329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7814943602960673329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7814943602960673329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/36.html' title='36'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-552907018099523507</id><published>2009-09-05T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:56:07.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>35</title><content type='html'>"S.O.S she's in disguise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, &lt;strong&gt;Shakira&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/strong&gt; are so &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm trying to learn the fast part of "She Wolf" It's cool.&lt;em&gt; Monday to monday, Friday to friday&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah. &lt;u&gt;OMG, I DID THE FIRST VERSE!&lt;/u&gt; Second verse... Coming. Anyway, I can't go to Vic's hall to watch Wanlin. Sorry to Rena and Wanlin. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Traits,&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-552907018099523507?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/552907018099523507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/35.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/552907018099523507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/552907018099523507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/35.html' title='35'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5929178657058903083</id><published>2009-09-05T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:49:04.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34</title><content type='html'>"Breathe by Pink"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected my result. Breakfast. Taxi. Earing. Sleep. Woke up. Chat. Missing.&lt;br /&gt;My life in simple words. Went to hunt for mouse food. Since there's no one at home. So i ate my Corn soup Crackers. I really want to know where they went. Argh. Anyway, goodluck Wanlin. All the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5929178657058903083?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5929178657058903083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5929178657058903083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5929178657058903083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/34.html' title='34'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-5335237234993087977</id><published>2009-09-04T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:18:38.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33</title><content type='html'>"I love you, you love me, what's next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned. I have so many homework. Dreading Comprehension. And because of YOURSELF, you drag the whole class to it. Can you be more self-conscious? I thought them people who said you were dumb, were just joking. But now seriously I can't agree more. No offence, but seriously. You added to my workload. What's so wrong about saying a few sentence, with some emotion in it. Duh. Anyway, Tomorrow's schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30: Reach school&lt;br /&gt;8.00 *Approximation*: Macs&lt;br /&gt;10.00: Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically going to school everyday even though it's the holidays'. And guess what. Homework just beaten me in the race. Well, i think Time will chase up as well. Sigh, nevermind. That's life, ain't it. Anyway, Confessed. Argh. I feel like going to gift a name, Artbox, minitoons. And just hog there forever. Isn't that just... fantastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducks and Trucks,&lt;br /&gt;Mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-5335237234993087977?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/5335237234993087977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5335237234993087977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/5335237234993087977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/33.html' title='33'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-7702506669948450883</id><published>2009-09-03T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:34:47.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>32</title><content type='html'>"ALWAYS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bought more &lt;em&gt;babies&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Daiso&lt;/strong&gt;. Gosh, there's this &lt;em&gt;totally vintage notebook&lt;/em&gt;. And this &lt;em&gt;fortune cat memo&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Two blank-pages notebook&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;cute cover&lt;/em&gt; (2 for 1 price), &lt;em&gt;Horizontal lines&lt;/em&gt; (yellow and recycle-paper-brown) &lt;em&gt;notebook&lt;/em&gt; (blank pages actually). Well, and this &lt;em&gt;tin &lt;/em&gt;(Or rather, steel, as stated on the cover) &lt;em&gt;pencil case with a sign ontop&lt;/em&gt;. Err, A &lt;em&gt;matching "ALWAYS" pencil case&lt;/em&gt; with my "DREAMS" notebook. :) And this&lt;em&gt; little twin stars pencil case&lt;/em&gt;. Hah! Well, also bought this &lt;em&gt;Cookie&lt;/em&gt;, with &lt;u&gt;melted chocolate inside&lt;/u&gt;. If it's afternoon, and you're malay, I'm very &lt;u&gt;sorry&lt;/u&gt;. (Get ready for your sincere apology :p) I'm so happy I got my &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;crocs PATRA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! :) Thanks alot to &lt;i&gt;(someone)&lt;/i&gt; -- I don't know whether I should reveal her name or not. &lt;em&gt;*Ponders*&lt;/em&gt; Well. &lt;em&gt;Renyold, Tomorrow's gonna' be better. Remember to check your card value before you even leave house&lt;/em&gt;. LOL. And, get your &lt;strong&gt;own marker&lt;/strong&gt;! Although I would &lt;em&gt;appreciate&lt;/em&gt; that you quickly help me&lt;em&gt; finish my marker ink&lt;/em&gt;. I'm so buying a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; one. :p &lt;em&gt;(to match the theme. LOL)&lt;/em&gt; I feel like &lt;strong&gt;sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Both of my legs are numb&lt;/em&gt;, I feel like... just... having a &lt;strong&gt;great massage&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;MAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-7702506669948450883?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/7702506669948450883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7702506669948450883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/7702506669948450883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/32.html' title='32'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-105381446989247994</id><published>2009-09-03T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:07:28.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>"Power twitch? What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to be a nice &lt;s&gt;guy&lt;/s&gt; girl and transfer the songs to my handphone. Wanlin, &lt;i&gt;you're in luck&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, just took a &lt;u&gt;short&lt;/u&gt; bathe to feel &lt;i&gt;fresher&lt;/i&gt;. Again, Decided to be a nice &lt;s&gt;guy&lt;/s&gt; girl, and do all my homework by today. And not tomorrow, where there's chances of my homework unfinished. Then, panic through &lt;i&gt;geography&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I like &lt;i&gt;geography&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-105381446989247994?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/105381446989247994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/105381446989247994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/105381446989247994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-8056744819936240087</id><published>2009-09-02T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:54:16.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>"Every mornin' phineas is gonna say, Brotha' what you gonna do today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Just made a notebook for myself. Different type from Miss Wong's though. Gosh, I need a heavy-dutied paper cutter. Let's invest on one. Hah. I just started to realise I love Cinammonroll, Little Twin Stars, KimiDoll. These three. Well, list may increase. But currently, these three. I'm so tired, yet there's chinese work. Regretted slacking yesterday. :( Well. We won 3rd Place in the Class-painting. I think we should get 2nd though. But anyway, it's better than nothing. I painted that cockroach-like-ant. Which spoils it. Argh. Anyway, went to fetch my mum. Ok, my dad brought me and my brother to go and fetch my mum. (Fine, renoyld.) So, bought this mini chocolate mousse. It's so nice. Hah. Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm so tired now that I feel like just skipping chinese tomorrow and go to sleep. Anyway. I've got Party in the USA, Wake up call, Lala Land and Here we go again. Want them, wanlin? Friday. I'm lazy to transfer to my phone. Ok, I'm off to sleep. Or maybe, work first. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-8056744819936240087?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/8056744819936240087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-mornin-phineas-is-gonna-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8056744819936240087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/8056744819936240087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-mornin-phineas-is-gonna-say.html' title='30'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-4494203927301907232</id><published>2009-09-01T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:42:10.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0jqSJg7gI/AAAAAAAAACk/eSUPDcDS8TI/s1600-h/310820091312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492739483463170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0jqSJg7gI/AAAAAAAAACk/eSUPDcDS8TI/s320/310820091312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Class Tee-shirt is a success! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0jp7igjFI/AAAAAAAAACc/c1UTS2GzGjE/s1600-h/310820091315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492733414280274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0jp7igjFI/AAAAAAAAACc/c1UTS2GzGjE/s320/310820091315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wel-l-l-l-l, my bed? + LIMEGREEN WALLPAINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0jpElNzNI/AAAAAAAAACU/JiHCfsRSNk4/s1600-h/010920091333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492718661684434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0jpElNzNI/AAAAAAAAACU/JiHCfsRSNk4/s320/010920091333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute and vintage eh'? One of my fave Sanrio Characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0johLignI/AAAAAAAAACM/esra76_emRs/s1600-h/010920091329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492709158748786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0johLignI/AAAAAAAAACM/esra76_emRs/s320/010920091329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not forgetting, Kiki and Lala! Well, in this case, Lala and Kiki. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0joFlhDgI/AAAAAAAAACE/dE87dm2lJaw/s1600-h/300820091297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492701751512578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0joFlhDgI/AAAAAAAAACE/dE87dm2lJaw/s320/300820091297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acrylic pink! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Picture gallery ends! Waiting for my Bubbletea. *Blobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-4494203927301907232?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/4494203927301907232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4494203927301907232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/4494203927301907232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0jqSJg7gI/AAAAAAAAACk/eSUPDcDS8TI/s72-c/310820091312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-3551649370302348798</id><published>2009-09-01T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:54:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g_vO1msI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s58hrUO3cBg/s1600-h/300820091289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376489809532787394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g_vO1msI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s58hrUO3cBg/s320/300820091289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pandas! I love pandas. -Taken from a notebook from Artbox. (Psst, the book's my aunt's. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g_OT6HQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2e0bLox0k-w/s1600-h/300820091287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376489800695684354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g_OT6HQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2e0bLox0k-w/s320/300820091287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tangs paper bag, Shine like a star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g-gPODMI/AAAAAAAAABs/O4do7qZlt1g/s1600-h/300820091284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376489788327988418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g-gPODMI/AAAAAAAAABs/O4do7qZlt1g/s320/300820091284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Omg, My second aunt has a Miu miu bag worthed $1000+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g-NVhnBI/AAAAAAAAABk/C_MvzlGiBHM/s1600-h/300820091279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376489783254162450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g-NVhnBI/AAAAAAAAABk/C_MvzlGiBHM/s320/300820091279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hah! So cute, Kiki and Lala :p Also known as Little Twin Stars. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g9siByXI/AAAAAAAAABc/TIaZSqicLnA/s1600-h/300820091275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376489774448232818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g9siByXI/AAAAAAAAABc/TIaZSqicLnA/s320/300820091275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opera-Mask magnet from Venice. My aunt's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-3551649370302348798?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/3551649370302348798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/pandas-i-love-pandas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3551649370302348798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/3551649370302348798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/pandas-i-love-pandas.html' title='28'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0g_vO1msI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s58hrUO3cBg/s72-c/300820091289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-1546580036540035619</id><published>2009-09-01T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:24:07.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0flbgK8qI/AAAAAAAAABU/LhE4-hDoMX4/s1600-h/300820091274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488258048553634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0flbgK8qI/AAAAAAAAABU/LhE4-hDoMX4/s320/300820091274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sanitar_ Pa_ Looked Marshmellows. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0fkxCBKYI/AAAAAAAAABM/nNZA-hxhFr8/s1600-h/300820091271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488246647794050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0fkxCBKYI/AAAAAAAAABM/nNZA-hxhFr8/s320/300820091271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Err... I guess you should know. There's a description "Chocolate is better than (cough)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0fkaEd1II/AAAAAAAAABE/_Hv1XH74Y6U/s1600-h/300820091265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488240484045954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0fkaEd1II/AAAAAAAAABE/_Hv1XH74Y6U/s320/300820091265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate shaped like Handiplast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0fjox96CI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2teqauCRgLQ/s1600-h/300820091266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488227253119010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0fjox96CI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2teqauCRgLQ/s320/300820091266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post-box coin bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0fjeNpwvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UC_A3MxIiUw/s1600-h/300820091264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488224416449266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0fjeNpwvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UC_A3MxIiUw/s320/300820091264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vintage Coin-bank that NOW belong to me. :D Thanks aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-1546580036540035619?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/1546580036540035619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1546580036540035619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/1546580036540035619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0flbgK8qI/AAAAAAAAABU/LhE4-hDoMX4/s72-c/300820091274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581234124077202641.post-2980990407555781122</id><published>2009-09-01T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:18:08.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0emZPrbGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MaZAAMnJUgc/s1600-h/290820091257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376487175110749282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0emZPrbGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MaZAAMnJUgc/s320/290820091257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a sunset photo, But isn't what I expected. Anyway, loved the sunny glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0el_-GlEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gdr89DPw0kA/s1600-h/290820091253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376487168326145090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0el_-GlEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gdr89DPw0kA/s320/290820091253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bringing out the texture of my Dickies' bag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0elUzbwsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bwAp2xQtB0U/s1600-h/290820091248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376487156738671298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0elUzbwsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bwAp2xQtB0U/s320/290820091248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Err, ERP, I'm not sure whether this is illegal or something, But anyway. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0ekxI_bdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XyOemh0q7Ck/s1600-h/290820091246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376487147165412818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0ekxI_bdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XyOemh0q7Ck/s320/290820091246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our two big Durians! The Esplanade! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0ekvvdgFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HX3DSh5HjHQ/s1600-h/290820091244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376487146789896274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0ekvvdgFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HX3DSh5HjHQ/s320/290820091244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Flyers'. Picture NOT edited. You can see it's pure taken. With that lamp-post, which is... No offence, but quite extra. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures post. :) Mostly taken on Sunday and... Today. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3581234124077202641-2980990407555781122?l=thecityofmarville.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/feeds/2980990407555781122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2980990407555781122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3581234124077202641/posts/default/2980990407555781122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecityofmarville.blogspot.com/2009/09/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06455150219518430030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/StiGTgaYCDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2KfGwA-m91I/S220/300820091275.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA06nN4yB1o/Sp0emZPrbGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MaZAAMnJUgc/s72-c/290820091257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
