<?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-3269138313683539914</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:30:59.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint my life. Nail me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269138313683539914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>With Love, Emily. L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985114483409019753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269138313683539914.post-2507907668605273942</id><published>2009-09-07T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:14:55.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Georgia, Arial" color="#00FFFF"&gt;Busy Week ahead!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the wonderful part-Holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;But hey,&lt;br /&gt;I still have one more paper to go...&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I missed ASM exam cause I wasnt feeling well!&lt;br /&gt;Shall study for the re-exam I hope...&lt;br /&gt;Distractions are killers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!!!!&lt;br /&gt;These are my Prized Babies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SqTDKmyGdZI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ss2i2OG2K4Q/s1600-h/IMAGE_898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SqTDKmyGdZI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ss2i2OG2K4Q/s400/IMAGE_898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378638441964008850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so adorable!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why I got soooo hooked onto playing those games in arcades!&lt;br /&gt;Especially the UFOs, which you get to win super huge toys!&lt;br /&gt;*Excited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun time working yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Saw many friends as well,&lt;br /&gt;Was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;Basically we had no "government"!&lt;br /&gt;We had tons of freedom!&lt;br /&gt;Jo and me *sinfully* took turns to do stuff that was out of our job scope,&lt;br /&gt;We have all changed hadnt we? *Not just me*&lt;br /&gt;For a better or for the worst I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;I spent a total of approx. $70,&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;I must have been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the addiction is like gambling,&lt;br /&gt;We buy chances with our tokens to win the SOFT TOYS&lt;br /&gt;Pretty ridiculous actually...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, doesnt it resemble life?&lt;br /&gt;The gambles we take, &lt;br /&gt;The dilema, The loss, The success...&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces that completes a life...&lt;br /&gt;Darn, guess I arent in a good mood afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I have to say these,&lt;br /&gt;The experience, excitement and thrill you get,&lt;br /&gt;In which I got really *high* while playing!&lt;br /&gt;All these are pretty much irreplaceable with money! &lt;br /&gt;Or should I say "heterogeneity"?&lt;br /&gt;We all play games, but we all end with a different experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope I dont go bankrupt from this hobby!!&lt;br /&gt;As Candy was saying,&lt;br /&gt;This hobby is no where near beneficial at all, is it even a hobby?! &lt;br /&gt;Well,you never know mannnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo actually recommended me to try-vodka base sheesha&lt;br /&gt;The kick must have been so high,&lt;br /&gt;That its addictive to her *Amazed*&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I still pretty amused and disbelieve that there is&lt;br /&gt;"Disney" character sheesha water pipe!&lt;br /&gt;Must be so darn cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyage to Aloy,&lt;br /&gt;3years of Friendship and still counting!!&lt;br /&gt;Now that you will be gone,&lt;br /&gt;It just brings back memory man!&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the movie "THE LEGEND" starring Will Smith with tons of scary ZOMBIE!!&lt;br /&gt;And, it freaked the hell outta me!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA... But still, it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;And the time we spent talking craps,&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember exactly,&lt;br /&gt;Was it x'mas night?&lt;br /&gt;We managed to talked craps and rubbish&lt;br /&gt;For the entire night man... &lt;br /&gt;We were facing ST.JAMES somemore!&lt;br /&gt;Bitching about people who walked past...&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;Will miss your craps and the MIMI joke!&lt;br /&gt;Hah~ See you online soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thou I may be in a foul mood(so many contributing factors)!&lt;br /&gt;But I shall sign off happily~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033"&gt;With Love, Emily.L♥ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269138313683539914-2507907668605273942?l=nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2507907668605273942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269138313683539914/posts/default/2507907668605273942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269138313683539914/posts/default/2507907668605273942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>With Love, Emily. L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985114483409019753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SqTDKmyGdZI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ss2i2OG2K4Q/s72-c/IMAGE_898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269138313683539914.post-3292824603338131255</id><published>2009-08-24T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:31:29.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dog that I miss dearly</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJVvwPeyLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lt1IKwyx97E/s1600-h/SANY0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJVvwPeyLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lt1IKwyx97E/s400/SANY0477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373451584298469554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Georgia, Arial" color="maroon"&gt;A dog that I miss dearly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still remember those endless nights...&lt;br /&gt;How you laid on my lap,&lt;br /&gt;The company I got from you while studying,&lt;br /&gt;You shared my tears and joy...&lt;br /&gt;How you always seems to cheer me up,&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Those &lt;font color="#6666FF"&gt;cold&lt;/font color="#6666FF"&gt; nights that I never fail to feel your warmth,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you dearly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJYbFlRsKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9yrnWmf4U3Q/s1600-h/SANY0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJYbFlRsKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9yrnWmf4U3Q/s400/SANY0474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373454527784661154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know you are in safe hands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#FF0066"&gt;(In the hands of Marcus Ng)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;The worry never fail to leave me a moment,&lt;br /&gt;You are always doing silly things,&lt;br /&gt;Running at full speed and crashing head first onto the wall?&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;You never fail in bringing out the smile in me...&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention,&lt;br /&gt;The never-ending worries I have for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJcleRthNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2FaF9EUv5I/s1600-h/bobby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJcleRthNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V2FaF9EUv5I/s400/bobby2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373459104258688210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJc0bipe1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/BhLxaHabj-M/s1600-h/bobby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJc0bipe1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/BhLxaHabj-M/s400/bobby3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373459361222458194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Pigified*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;You just seems to behave so oddly...&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say temperament...?&lt;br /&gt;It brings back memory of that dreadful night,&lt;br /&gt;The night that I went to take you back from the pet hotel,&lt;br /&gt;You ignored me for quite awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand me...&lt;br /&gt;Like how much I wished you would be able to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJaiWW1lnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/evJzUHKq2jw/s1600-h/SANY0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJaiWW1lnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/evJzUHKq2jw/s400/SANY0492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373456851569841778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can you hear me baby?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be silly at times,&lt;br /&gt;And many things have happened,&lt;br /&gt;Though I still have my doubts in myself,&lt;br /&gt;And fear of neglecting you yet again.&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;You are my baby no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;One that I wish to devote all my love on...&lt;br /&gt;ily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJeAa1A3FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2okfGB7JFe0/s1600-h/SANY0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJeAa1A3FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2okfGB7JFe0/s400/SANY0480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373460666701110354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*can you spot me??*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember this spot...&lt;br /&gt;Which happens to be my favourite spot in the house for using my laptop,&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Its your favourite spot to do what you always do...&lt;br /&gt;That is,&lt;br /&gt;Curling up and sleeping beside my legs...&lt;br /&gt;How soft and warm it felt...&lt;br /&gt;All these memories lives on,&lt;br /&gt;They linger on my daily life, &lt;br /&gt;And return every now and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I do question myself...&lt;br /&gt;What have I bought upon myself...&lt;br /&gt;Should the word be "misery"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the food in my house was being replenished,&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;My dear brother bought these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJerDl-_FI/AAAAAAAAABE/h1FNI1Ac8Tw/s1600-h/SANY0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJerDl-_FI/AAAAAAAAABE/h1FNI1Ac8Tw/s400/SANY0711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373461399198432338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement,&lt;br /&gt;Most of it are the same... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#660033"&gt;Anyway, &lt;br&gt; (Something irrelevant)&lt;br&gt;I just found out that Conrad graduated from UOL...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font color="#660033"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033"&gt;With Love, Emily.L♥ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269138313683539914-3292824603338131255?l=nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3292824603338131255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-that-i-miss-dearly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269138313683539914/posts/default/3292824603338131255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269138313683539914/posts/default/3292824603338131255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-that-i-miss-dearly.html' title='A dog that I miss dearly'/><author><name>With Love, Emily. L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10985114483409019753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpJVvwPeyLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Lt1IKwyx97E/s72-c/SANY0477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269138313683539914.post-3501499438651032923</id><published>2009-08-22T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:32:24.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past mould us into what we are today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Past mould us into what we are today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpEFPlsJhII/AAAAAAAAAAM/_kMqiDF1-tg/s1600-h/steamboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dvD7GSh468Y/SpEFPlsJhII/AAAAAAAAAAM/_kMqiDF1-tg/s320/steamboat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373081595803174018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;With much pain, tears, and memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings back memory of "us",&lt;br /&gt;7 of us girls,&lt;br /&gt;Having steamboat together at yolanda's..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back...&lt;br /&gt;3 years had past,&lt;br /&gt;for some reason I cant explain,&lt;br /&gt;what seems to be long felt short.&lt;br /&gt;What started out to be a big group of us,&lt;br /&gt;left with just the few of us girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably,&lt;br /&gt;Life's unpredictable,&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say God's "Fair"&lt;br /&gt;To make up for the short-change in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have met and made many wonder friends.&lt;br /&gt;Life in poly had painted &lt;br /&gt;yet another colourful memory in my life...&lt;br /&gt;Which I will treasure dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming,&lt;br /&gt;this shall be the last lap for me,&lt;br /&gt;then I shall proceeding to work for JetStar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033"&gt;With Love, Emily.L♥ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269138313683539914-3501499438651032923?l=nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3501499438651032923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269138313683539914/posts/default/3501499438651032923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269138313683539914/posts/default/3501499438651032923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nailpolishesmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-readers.html' title='The past mould us into what we are today...'/><author><name>With Love, Emily. 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