<?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-15061641</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:26:13.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</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>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3394462840161693804</id><published>2007-07-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:01:31.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for those who care.&lt;br /&gt;im moving away frm this blog. good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherrycoated-guns.blogspot.com"&gt;my new chapter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3394462840161693804?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3394462840161693804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3394462840161693804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3394462840161693804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3394462840161693804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-those-who-care.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3413409726328920829</id><published>2007-07-04T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:15:29.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok iv suddenly got the inspiration to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so like pearl just wrote me a completly touching and heartfelt post on &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; which is like posted on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;im touched to tears!!!&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;ok so like pearlywearly aka scoobydoobeedoo&lt;br /&gt;hehe no one would understand this unless ur frm our primary school clique&lt;br /&gt;yes, many fights we'v been thru. but after each, we come out stronger and happier.&lt;br /&gt;all those silly primary school make up letters. HAHA and passing them through friends and the thrill of finally getting back together as a click again&lt;br /&gt;i'll rememeber all that. esp in primary 6 when we all look through our diffrences and finally stuck together as a strong sticky group.&lt;br /&gt;staying back after school for our skipping practises.&lt;br /&gt;walking over the overhead bridge home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;waterbottle incident is one i'll never forget&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pearly, its through your encouraging words during primary school tht made me feel motivated to face all the fights and bitchings in primary school!!!&lt;br /&gt;and till now, we'r still able to get along with each other. wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like heres a final thanks to you pearl!! thank u for giving up a bit of your study time to do that special paragraph in your blog for me!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next bit is for MARIE&lt;br /&gt;not that close in primary school..&lt;br /&gt;but now, look at us!&lt;br /&gt;even though the magnet [in this case, primary school] which was supposed to bring ourselves to meet each other everyday is gone, wer still meeting ever so often!&lt;br /&gt;thank you for encouraging me all these while babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok oh dear, my muse is failing me.&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;aloooot more to say but its all stuck and refusing to come out to this screen. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess today made me realize how much i love my bestfriends. once more i big shoutout!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PEARL AND MARIE. SO MUCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3413409726328920829?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3413409726328920829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3413409726328920829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3413409726328920829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3413409726328920829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-iv-suddenly-got-inspiration-to-type.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-202195472192805069</id><published>2007-07-04T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:47:23.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been school, lunch, home for the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;weekend was spent in mummys office on sat&lt;br /&gt;nd sun, lunch at spageddies then met up with shauna and mel..  after 983489389383 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i had my chinese o lvls which i screwed reallll bad.&lt;br /&gt;me n my classmates were like in the hall and we were alll so scared. as my turn approached, i was shaaakiiinggg. so yup tht means im gonna fail.&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-4905131666718891804</id><published>2007-06-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:00:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok havent updated longlong time. haha!&lt;br /&gt;well, schools started, and im missing the hoidays like crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss shopping in msia,  i bought so much and had so much fun with my mom n sis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh my gash im broke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school on the first day was kinda ok..  no english and that made things GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;had some band performance during assembly..&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was ok la.. usual school but got punished by mrs * for not bringing april issue of readers digest n im screwed cos i cantg find it. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;after school was supposed to go with drlings to get their hair cut but i had to come home.. met mel then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like its been kinda hard to stay in class without getting upset.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i try to distract myself with work it seems hard not to think of _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;im not gonna fall into this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i do not allow myslef to. i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;fuck it. cos i know i'll always get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-4905131666718891804?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/4905131666718891804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back from msia!!&lt;br /&gt;ok but im lzy to updare. tmr then!&lt;br /&gt;oh iv done up like a little bit of my links. finally..&lt;br /&gt;i'll slkowly patch up la..&lt;br /&gt;off to play taidi with darryl gu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-6757908165317590872?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/6757908165317590872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=6757908165317590872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6757908165317590872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6757908165317590872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-from-msia-ok-but-im-lzy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3164891926578265395</id><published>2007-06-17T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:13:23.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so alot has happened..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went for joanne and clarises bbq.. it was fun though i did get drunk and humiliated the hell out of myself. sent sms-es to people and it was all complete crap not relevent to anything at all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning went to &lt;u&gt;hairlaw&lt;/u&gt; to get my hair steamed while mummy dyed and trimmed her hair.. she took a looonggg time and i finished before her so me and sister decided to go to the benches outside to catch up..  i dont know why but we started talking about father and all the relatives on that side.. we talked about how life would be if papa was still married to mummy and how we'd be different if we still were close to grandma on that side.&lt;br /&gt;sister told me soo much about them i dint know. i was thiiissss close to crying but i knew i had to suck it back in. for the first time in forever i finally admitted that i missed him. as we talked the memories of every holiday [thats the only fatherly impresiion i have of him cos thats the time where i really spend time with him] we had as a family. how his jokes used to crack me up. how he used to laugh at every silly thing i did.&lt;br /&gt;that was the old him.&lt;br /&gt;but now he's changed. and i really cant face him or even talk to him cos it hurts when i speak to him and think of what he used to be. all he is now is a pack of lies. saying what he does not mean.&lt;br /&gt;i guess he doesnt know the phrase actions speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;i really wished he was wad he used to be. so that now i could enjoy his company..&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats just my dreaming. now, i only have the memories of long ago to remind me of what fathers are like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3164891926578265395?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3164891926578265395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3164891926578265395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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holidays have past very quickly..&lt;br /&gt;my ankles fine now (:&lt;br /&gt;so on tuesday was outing with marie (: funfun! i havents seen in her _______________days!&lt;br /&gt;the pictures are with  her .. so cant post it up..&lt;br /&gt;then on wednesday went out to study with ben..  then bought my nail art (:&lt;br /&gt;haha OH! andandand something really humiliating happened in the toilet!!&lt;br /&gt;i left my fone on the toilet paper dispenser, then i recieved a message so my fone vibrated and dropped on the floorrr!!   it split into 2 [ as in the battery detached from the main lcd thing] and the lcd part flew into the other cubicle!! HAHA!! so i though maybe just go out and wait for the occupant in the next cubicle to like come out then i can go and retrieve my fone..  but then i remembered ben was outside waiting and it wouldnt be nice to keep himk waiting rite. so i had to like knock on the door and disrupt the poor lady dealing with her natures call. &gt;.&lt; lucky she was nice about it.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;well.. thts all for now i guess..  theres nothing much i wanna elaborate on anymore..&lt;br /&gt;OHYA SENTOSA WAS FUN YESTERDAY! i'll do the eleborations when the pics are ready so i can post it up together .. &lt;br /&gt;TOODLESSS&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3280398825425794534?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3280398825425794534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3280398825425794534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3280398825425794534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3280398825425794534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RnH0zoZLTrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IvonkFagV8w/s72-c/snap-0261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-7263841511156553274</id><published>2007-06-09T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:40:03.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rmn_34ZLTpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/okAqATsnbyo/s1600-h/pic+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073867790705446546" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rmn_34ZLTpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/okAqATsnbyo/s320/pic+291.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RmoAE4ZLTqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/icoHTKI-F2Y/s1600-h/pic+319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073868014043745954" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="214" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RmoAE4ZLTqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/icoHTKI-F2Y/s320/pic+319.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEARLY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; im late by 1 day though ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wellsss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was the last day of school!!! hurrayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;and the stupidest dumbest most unbelievably disgusting and hurtful thing is i sprained my ankle on the last day of schoollll!!&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;so i was walking down the stairs with charmaine, then i turned around to talk to her and before i knew it i was like on the ground. [haha]&lt;br /&gt;i never fell so hard on my ankle before!! and it huuurrrrttttt whoa the tears just started flowing! i cried from the 3rd floor all the way to class cos it hurt sooo bad!!&lt;br /&gt;couldnt concentrate during physics cos of it. hoho and mr tee din even bother asking me to look in front. i was like rolling my feet everywhere lah.. so then after physics i actually &lt;b&gt;walked&lt;/b&gt; out to the coffeeshop to meet ben maylin wenyi irene and pooty which made my leg even worse. and by the time i got back to class my ankle was swollen shit.&lt;br /&gt;perfect way to end the 2 weeks of extra lessons eh..&lt;br /&gt;oh well, so after school went to the staff room to collect our report book, but some of my classmates had erros in their report books, so the teachers requested that we handed it back in so they could regenerate the slips..&lt;br /&gt;went out to coffe shop [again] with ben and charmiane to get bubble tea. [which again added on to my already swollen feet.]&lt;br /&gt;so then waited in the canteen after that. sat around with classmates and crapped. then like they all decided to go bowling, but i couldnt cos of my leg duh. and then they cancelled the bowling thing again. ohoh and our report books will only be given to us on the first day of school. pft wonderful huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so then i made my way home after school..&lt;br /&gt;cos ther was family dinner at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;so then left at about 5.40?? went to york hotel to pick uncles up, then left for bugis.&lt;br /&gt;parked quite a distance away from the restaurant then walked. &lt;i&gt;fyi : i almost died while walking there&lt;/i&gt; so finally we got there, and for that night i was treated like &lt;b&gt;royalty!!!&lt;/b&gt; everyone was bringing food for me so that i didnt have to walk!! haha cos it was a buffet la..&lt;br /&gt;after dinner went to tcc for coffee and to continue catching up.&lt;br /&gt;mummy bought the ankle guard for my and i was making so much noise while putting it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo many people have been telling me to do so many different things to help my ankle its benn driving me nuts. some say acupunture [im scared of the neddles] some say tuana [ouch!] some say white rice wine would help [hehe i kinda wana try this] and mrs thang says an x-ray would be good so sicne iv got so many choices to choose from, i just left my ankle woth an ice pack last night prayed hard my ankle would be better and this now the swelling is almost gone!! only a &lt;i&gt;bit&lt;/i&gt; of pain left!!&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;u&gt;believe in god &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he is the most natural and effective cure (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;so agaub as yesterday crept by, i couldnt help but feel the same way i always feel on the last day of a term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;sad, cos you do not know what would happen the next semester, happy cos the holidays are here [spolit by my ankle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;and i cant help but think my frienships will start slowing down.. i pray they wont ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;one has already deteroirated so much. and it hurts. cos i treasured it soo much. and now the party doesnt seem inrested in wad i want to say. which sucks. even someone whom the party has got to know through me only soo recently seem to be on beter terms than with me. fuck it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;i dunno wad else to do. or what i did wrong.&lt;/span&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/15061641-7263841511156553274?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/7263841511156553274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=7263841511156553274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7263841511156553274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7263841511156553274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-pearly-im-late-by-1-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</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/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rmn_34ZLTpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/okAqATsnbyo/s72-c/pic+291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-4707242060673142261</id><published>2007-06-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:29:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>ok things are going down again.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking and i realized all the songs in my media player brings back different memories..&lt;br /&gt;those long rides in the bus with my earphones in my ears and my mind swimming with thoughts.. some songs just make you feel so connected with it, sometimes you feel the song composer wrote the words with you in mind. you feel like your going through everything just as the song dictates.&lt;br /&gt;so many things hav been going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;highlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;409's class bbq!!&lt;br /&gt;it was a success!!&lt;br /&gt;yayyy and the best thing was that i planned it!! &lt;i&gt;well, in someway la haha.. cos it was at my place, so i had to plan a bit rite. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. mummy made everything go so smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;big &lt;b&gt;kudus&lt;/b&gt; to her!!&lt;br /&gt;i think the class bonded well (:&lt;br /&gt;played blind mice, indian poker hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;watched shrek 3.. was kinda boring..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; dont know why, but im starting my emo-ness again. what seemed like recently, i was feeling so happy. feeling blessed with all my friends and everything falling beautifully into place.god knows what happened now. botaks been giving me false hopes again. why call me and apologize but then dissapear again&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;im so insecure now. i dont know where i stand in your hearts.. whether i really am important . i havent cried in so long cos of these type of problems. and now, i feel the tears brimming already. i dont miss this feeling. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; god bless me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-4707242060673142261?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/4707242060673142261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=4707242060673142261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/4707242060673142261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/4707242060673142261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/06/emo.html' title='emo'/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-4795975076490691821</id><published>2007-05-31T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:12:40.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so soo much has been happening but im just too lazy to crack my head and think of wads been going on.&lt;br /&gt;so today iv decided to get off my lazy bum and hit the gym!! (hopefully for more than 5 mins -.-) so that at keast i can feel less fat. hah. then in the afternoon may be meeting the cousins (: &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; andd in the evening im gona pick mummy frm golden miles complex. iv got no idea how to get there and so i just checked a map and it says bur 82 and 100 goes there. BUT i dnno where to take these buses from *frowns* soooo iv decided to take the mr to bugis, then walk from bugis to golden miles complex. haha me, darryl and sister managed to walk frm bugis to parkroyalhotel once before (that hotel is vry near goldmiles complex btw) and so i think it should not be a problem to get to my destination, though i'll be pespiring like mad.   OH this geting lost thing reminds me of one thing that just happened. HAHA ok so on wednesday me pooty wenyi and fakhira decided to go queenstown. went ikea then the shoppin centre, then i and ir had to leave. so then we walked to the 147 bus stop to go back to hougang central, but ended up in clementi instead!! LOL so the we crossed the road expectingto take the next 147 back to hougang, so we sat there for a good 10 mins before it occured to me that it would be beter to check the bus legend to see if there really is 147. HAHA there wasnt -.- so we were really like frustrated and sad and tired. so all that added up = us becoming crazy people. haha luaghing and cursing as we walked on. then brilliant me remembered buona vista has 74 which goes back to houganG!!  so i had to persuad ira that i was sure and that i wouldt let any harm fall upon us before she finally agreed to follow me.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;then when we go to buona vista, i became like urgent for the toilet.. so we walked into the M.O.E building to sed the toilet. boy how happy i was to see the toilet sign! then the guards led us to the reception adn just as i was about to walk past it , he told me, erm b4 u go into the toilet youv gotta register at the counter WTF i was about to cry!! so i just walked away. hah.&lt;br /&gt;well i got us back on track after we got onto 74 anywayss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this was supposed to be a extremly short entry but itended up much for than i intended. so now i truely say GOODBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-4795975076490691821?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/4795975076490691821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=4795975076490691821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/4795975076490691821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/4795975076490691821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-so-soo-much-has-been-happening-but.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-5777990836616555360</id><published>2007-05-24T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:02:30.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>liverpool lost!! haha so there goes my $2..&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alotz been happening..&lt;br /&gt;friday was town after school with darryl..&lt;br /&gt;then had grandpops 80th birthday dinner.. yuummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;saturday was the bomb!!&lt;br /&gt;marie and i decided to exercise so we walked my marymount rd to macritche to venus drive and all the way back again!!!  thats like 7km!!&lt;br /&gt;HHOOOHOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;ok then mel came over after lunch for awhile..  went for ballet after that..&lt;br /&gt;in the night was the funnest.. haha went to east coast with mummy sister and darryl..   wanted  to roller blade. i improved alot!!!! darryl brought my belt frm home so he used that to pull me along..  he pictures in mummys fone. hawhaw. when i get it ill upload it..&lt;br /&gt;was church the next day then queensway to buy mays school shoes..&lt;br /&gt;went to clarke quey with mummy after that for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all for now.. the week was just schoolschoolschool and this geography field trip.&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i wanna elaborate on the trip ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;well its this trip to kent ridge park..  mummy's brought me there a couple of time so i kinda know the place la..&lt;br /&gt;went for the canopy walk..  bugggssss aplenty man!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;haha the best thing was b4 the walk we were at the reflections museam and fakhira and i were tkaing pictures with these statue soldiers.. apperently the guide told us that f we disturb these statues they'll come after you. HAHA i was so scared initially!! but botak said it was stupid to believe it and that it wasnt true and i need not worry bout it.  haha&lt;br /&gt;ok now the picturesssss. alottttt of them!  in the next post la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-5777990836616555360?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/5777990836616555360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=5777990836616555360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/5777990836616555360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/5777990836616555360'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-7183340848180241391</id><published>2007-05-17T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T14:51:31.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey little people of the world..&lt;br /&gt; its kinda surprising how nice the weather is to me (:  like after school, i heard thunder and so decided to quickly leave before the rain started..&lt;br /&gt;so then was walking home rdy.. then just as i was about to past the guard house, it started to drizzle..  haha but dumb me just continued walked emo-ly  [i'll tell u why im emo later ha] and slowly towards the lift lobby.. by the time i was like 5 steps frm reaching the shelter, i started POURING!! and the amazing thing is.. i dint get wet!!!  like not eve one drop of rain touched me man! how cool eh..  i just smiled a silly smile. lol even though no one was around the came up thinking to myself that god is really watching over me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orite. now here comes the emo-ness..&lt;br /&gt;my results are t-e-r-r-i-b-l-e.&lt;br /&gt;like so far today, iv recieved 3 papers.. and i only passed one..&lt;br /&gt;i felt horribly ashamed of myself as i recieved my papers today.. not ashamed to anyone but myself! cos all these time i though i really was studying hard enough..&lt;br /&gt;and when i got back  my papers, i occured that maybe my best wasnt actually good enough.. so iv gotta start trying harder man..&lt;br /&gt;mrs * was very dissapointed with us ):  it was sooo humiliating to hear the words come out from her mouth..   i couldnt control myself.. started crying... and things got even worse after recess..&lt;br /&gt;ahhh  i'll just shut up before i start thinking that god suddenly abandoned me and spoil my mood haha !&lt;br /&gt;well ast credits though..  thank u to those who like tried cheering me up today (:&lt;div 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WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-7096426092955693114</id><published>2007-05-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:10:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;feeling so dumb and stupid now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;like i actually thought things were looking on the brightside for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;whats this? i wait for sooo long and all i get is 5 freaking minutes frm u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i dunno why its always me having to suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;why doesnt antone take me seriously?  when i say i love, i mean it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;when i say i treasure it, i fucking do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;if humans are just out to take me as a play by play then wtf i decline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i know i may be crazy and mad and mostly unserious. but im not always like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;when im serious, i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i mean what i say. iv never wanted to take back anything i said cos i know i said it for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i may have said things on impulse, but what i do know is that i take responsibility to what i say. i apologise to my wrong doings. hence, wad i say, i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;please let this register&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-7096426092955693114?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/7096426092955693114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=7096426092955693114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7096426092955693114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7096426092955693114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-so-dumb-and-stupid-now.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-2851373317018852424</id><published>2007-05-14T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:40:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RkftQmJFvAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NxPeY8VOT4c/s1600-h/snap-0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064277175373773826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RkftQmJFvAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NxPeY8VOT4c/s320/snap-0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so alots been happening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday was outing with pearl and marie in the afternoon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha to celebrate marie's birthday and the end of exams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welll we decided to do something different ..so marie cooked lunch for us!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres a picture of our lunch (= (ps marie.. it was good!! though abit thick.. but i loveed it babe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rkft5WJFvBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/59Cy_sGIs24/s1600-h/snap-0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064277875453443090" style="CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rkft5WJFvBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/59Cy_sGIs24/s320/snap-0081.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok well watched white chicks.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then marie took a uber long time to choose her clothes. pft. so me and pearl decided to come back to my place so i could change too.. then left for amk hub..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cam whored like mad in the toilet heee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then pearl left for mass while me and marie went to vivo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had dinner at the chicken rice shop..(? dunno if thats the rite name) met up with granville(haha i had a hard time getting his name rite), gabrial, darryl, brandon and mel after tht..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well the whole drinking thing was wayyyyy fun!!&lt;br /&gt;got burnt by the cig ashes and i think its way cool man! like theres this small red scar on my right knee now.. wonder if it will go away.. ooo and i learnt that humans shouldnt hold ice in our hads for too long.. apparently it spoils your bones.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;headed back after the guards told us to leave..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met botak and kesh(?) at my place after that.. talked for awhile then they left..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mel and marie stayed over.. though we din have much sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skipped ballet cos i was duper tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went for family dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mel called and we decided to have a sleep over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;botak and kesh came again (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok heres some pics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rkfv_2JFvCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UPO_sgzMfn0/s1600-h/snap-0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064280186145848354" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="187" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rkfv_2JFvCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UPO_sgzMfn0/s320/snap-0095.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RkfwMmJFvDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5bGzR1u97OE/s1600-h/snap-0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064280405189180466" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RkfwMmJFvDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5bGzR1u97OE/s320/snap-0107.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after what seemed like forever, botak and kesh came..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for church..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then met mummy at fareast..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had lunch, then went to pick aunty audrey and her god to go to botanical gardens to play with precious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll post the pictures in the next post cos bloggers being a bitch and putting in so much spacing wen i upload a picture -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well,, i woke up late today again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like im losing intrest in schooll.. )=&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/15061641-2851373317018852424?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/2851373317018852424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=2851373317018852424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-6739172195086328469</id><published>2007-05-12T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:38:34.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>small little actions in life actually causes so much change in a persons life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night at vivo and at my poolside was the best night ever (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-6739172195086328469?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/6739172195086328469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=6739172195086328469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so.  the past few days have been fine..&lt;br /&gt;right so on thurday i went to meet pearly and marie at novena for lunch..&lt;br /&gt;haha told them some stuff and like got things sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;thank u girls sooo much for helping me out (=&lt;br /&gt;then went to visit tuayi in the hospital..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday had nafa 5 items. wahaha i did badly man. but who cares la.&lt;br /&gt;forgot what happened in the afternoon.. but was study with mel in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;though we ended up in town :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;marie came in the morning to study.. then skipped ballet to go for the gig thing..&lt;br /&gt;was quite cool..  haha &lt;i&gt;eyecandy&lt;/i&gt;  lotza.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.. met mummy after that for supper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was nothingness i think. completely forgot what happened. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway. monday was english paper which i am sure to fail miserably.. )=&lt;br /&gt;then met marie for lunch at thomson..&lt;br /&gt;had ice cream b4 going home..&lt;br /&gt;then was study with mel in the evening. haha took a loong time to decide where to go.&lt;br /&gt;then marie called to say she wanted to go meet brendon in town so asked us to come along..&lt;br /&gt;turned out pretty fun cept at like 4 plus in the morning the 2 women actually fell asleep in macdonalds so i was like their mother watching over them.&lt;br /&gt;haha.got home at like 8.50am..&lt;br /&gt;yep. then went to sizzler for lunch with mummy and sister..&lt;br /&gt;now im here yo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok pictures from the saturday gig thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RjcG52JFu9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jjG9i9XQd7U/s1600-h/brens+gig1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RjcG52JFu9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jjG9i9XQd7U/s320/brens+gig1.jpg" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-2379948839805104906?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/2379948839805104906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=2379948839805104906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/2379948839805104906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/2379948839805104906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha-i-havent-been-able-to-breathe-well.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</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/_w42CMFy_z9s/RjcG52JFu9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jjG9i9XQd7U/s72-c/brens+gig1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-7909285395498542389</id><published>2007-04-25T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:24:56.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipped school today.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are swollen la..  painful very much!&lt;br /&gt;)=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;iv never felt so weak before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;iv never felt the whle world collaspe on me so hard before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after all thats happened. iv come to a conclusion that this is the hardest period for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now no matter how i turn my focus to my studies. images of the recent past keeps bombarding me with regret and hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;maybe we'r not matured enough. maybe we plunged into it too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;honestly speaking i have been having doubts since the first day the drama started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i never imagined things would really move so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;though i felt blissful, i knew i wasnt going to last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;last night as jeremy and i talked about this topic, all i could feel was regret and remource.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what he said was so fucking damn true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and once those words registered in my mind, i felt like the biggest fool on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why did i agree to those doings?  now that you dont even care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we agreed to make this last. but im wondering, why even start this when u yourself knew your werent ready for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that is what made me feel like throwing a dagger at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after jeremy shared this phrase with me, "would you rather choose the devils body or the angels face?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that set me thining. wad was it you wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ah im at complete loss now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all i wanna do is curdle up in my avoid all these thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;iv decided its the worst thing to have relationships while studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im feeling like iv lost a part of myself that belonged to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;everyday i put on a happy face. to fake a facade so i dont seem weak to people around me. truth is. this is something so hard to digest. its like a nightmare hauting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to pretend nothing has happened and to let go seems like something so impossible. how am i supposed to erase wad happned on those three occasions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;now you my dear.  im hurting for u. iv never seen you so moody before. really girl. i dont understand why you would want to inflict such pain on yourself. now from my point of view i can see whats happening so clearly. and thus come to a comclusion that realtionships at this age just causes more problems for us. girl i know your matured i know you sensible. therefore i urge you to pick youself up well.  you'v gotta be strong. be thankful this is just the beginning girl. pray for him. lovers turning into friends. you know that phrase girl. you gotta face up to it. we are all immature. believe it or not. no matter how steady the relationship is. you must remember that we are still young. nothing lasts forever and you must have a mental reminder for that. relationships now are for you to feel for someone but not give your life up for the person. we are in our teen years and not even into our 2nd decade of our lives.  if we upset ourselves with such things, how are we gonna move on?  ponder about this girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-7909285395498542389?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/7909285395498542389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=7909285395498542389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7909285395498542389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7909285395498542389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/skipped-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-7713755757703919125</id><published>2007-04-23T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:22:42.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOUR GUTS&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ALL YOUR PROMISES (though their all gone la.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOUR THINKING&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO THE HELL DO U THINK YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$@^#^$%*^&amp;(&amp;amp;*)(*)&amp;(%^^$$%!##%$$#^&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. why was i so dumb to try believing in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;you killed a part of me asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at first i thought it was me being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;well now.   iv dragged you under "no idea" and want you deleted and out of my fucking memory.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to express the hate i have towards u. selfish dreamer. AH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-7713755757703919125?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/7713755757703919125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=7713755757703919125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7713755757703919125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7713755757703919125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-you-i-hate-your-guts-i-hate-all.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3274705324120725335</id><published>2007-04-17T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:01:30.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring..&lt;br /&gt;found out 409 will be taking the express math paper..&lt;br /&gt;so that loads up on the stress i already have..&lt;br /&gt;aseembly was some talk by mdm liews friend..  quite intresting actually.&lt;br /&gt;failed poa test as usual..  6/20 )=&lt;br /&gt;after school went to study with  ira,siti,ella,mel and ben.. haha cam whored more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;post the pictures next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sleepy today.&lt;br /&gt;lessons were tiring.&lt;br /&gt;went to heartland mall with maylin after school..&lt;br /&gt;before that walked all the way to ben's block hoping for good lunch but found out the stall was closed.&lt;br /&gt;wenyi and pooty came to meet us at heartland after that (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i in sucha foul mood??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:  MAYLIN AND WENYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darlings.. i know u dont read blogs luh. haha but i'll feel more comfortable expressing wad i feel here.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i caused any misunderstanding these few days.&lt;br /&gt;these havent exactly been the best days.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to make u guys worry..&lt;br /&gt;i know im being selfish.. but please just give me till the mid yrs arrive.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY BABIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3274705324120725335?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3274705324120725335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3274705324120725335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3274705324120725335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3274705324120725335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday-school-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-2918701319749542835</id><published>2007-04-15T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:40:06.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;busybusybusy!&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ok i dont know what im busy with but still. IM BUSY. ahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ok well the week's been kinda harsh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;to make things a little better i met up with pearly wearly and mariieeee 3 times this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so pictures galore later!&lt;br /&gt;those 2 munchkins make me happy! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;well then, homecoming yesterday turned out better then i expected.&lt;br /&gt;dint really help out at the stall though.. well 409 sold fried ice cream, and blended soft drinks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yumm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;oh and i have a tattoo now!! well a henna tattoo la. one my left ankle yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;oh well.. after home coming , cme project was cancelled so i went back to get ready to go out with melo welo..&lt;br /&gt;then darling wenyi called.. asked if i wanted to go chomp chomp for dinner.. so quickly got ready then called for a cab cos it din know how to go to chomp chomp. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;big mistake.. just the night before, i looked into my cow purse and found that i had $28 in it.. so delighted that i found money liddat!! but yesterday, while getting ready, i tried to look for the money but to my horror it was missing! i dunno where i put it though im quite sure i dint take it out of the purse )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so i entered th cab hoping the cab fare would cost less than 10 bucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;turned out to be $12. so i had practicaly no money left to eat! went to chomp chomp with samsam maymay and wenyi .. but there were no seats so decided to go to the club instead.. wenyi wasnt very happy bout it lah.. its alright darling, we'll go to chomp chomp and eat manymany next time yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;left half way to go meet mel.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;haha had lotza fun la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;met ben half way too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yepyep. ok picture time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;marie and pearly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGWAoPgGjI/AAAAAAAAADM/29R-n6_9LDU/s1600-h/pic+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053485194433010226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGWAoPgGjI/AAAAAAAAADM/29R-n6_9LDU/s320/pic%252B199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGWNIPgGkI/AAAAAAAAADU/P-9U-Dxi_wc/s1600-h/pic+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053485409181375042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGWNIPgGkI/AAAAAAAAADU/P-9U-Dxi_wc/s320/pic%252B205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGW64PgGlI/AAAAAAAAADc/u11tpiiHvm8/s1600-h/pic+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053486195160390226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGW64PgGlI/AAAAAAAAADc/u11tpiiHvm8/s320/pic%252B209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGXcYPgGmI/AAAAAAAAADk/_KI5tGIrxqo/s1600-h/pic+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053486770686007906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGXcYPgGmI/AAAAAAAAADk/_KI5tGIrxqo/s320/pic%252B218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGXkoPgGnI/AAAAAAAAADs/0ygqU7HJE34/s1600-h/pic+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053486912419928690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGXkoPgGnI/AAAAAAAAADs/0ygqU7HJE34/s320/pic%252B224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok now class pic!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGa4IPgGqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sbLvsDX7iBM/s1600-h/IMG_5978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053490545962261154" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGa4IPgGqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sbLvsDX7iBM/s320/IMG_5978.jpg" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to sum it up!!!!! MR SINGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGbL4PgGrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HAW91bU49CQ/s1600-h/mohoho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053490885264677554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGbL4PgGrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HAW91bU49CQ/s320/mohoho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15061641-2918701319749542835?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/2918701319749542835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=2918701319749542835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/2918701319749542835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/2918701319749542835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/busybusybusy-ok-i-dont-know-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</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/_w42CMFy_z9s/RiGWAoPgGjI/AAAAAAAAADM/29R-n6_9LDU/s72-c/pic%252B199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-2277372868304699777</id><published>2007-04-09T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:57:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i forgot to add that im so sick now. AGAIN. nose is being a bitch and iv been sneezing the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someimtes i wonder why i even bother trying to patch things up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im always willing to be there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things become better but then perishes again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime it gets better im filled with joy cause this is one of the friendships i invest alot of time in, which means i do treasure this friendship and assumed u did too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sad it seems. but i am just some extra thing to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but girl if only you knew. how happy i am everytime we meet up or talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe u dont feel the same. but oh how i yearn for our friendship to stay sturdy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do all good things come to an end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-2277372868304699777?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/2277372868304699777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=2277372868304699777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/2277372868304699777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/2277372868304699777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/haha-i-forgot-to-add-that-im-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-4096479266224261886</id><published>2007-04-09T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:40:06.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok unhappiness aside today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im back in school!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha school was pretty fun today haha laughed like alotalot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally got to eat my lormee (= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school bus-ed with maylin to j8. she went off to meet samsam, while i....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY MET MARIE AND PEARL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha they both cabbed to j8 to meet me . *awwww*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok before i continue. heres a shout out to marie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;marie i am super sorry for making you wait for half an hour:10 88 buses before i came!! its not my fault the bus uncle thinks he's driving a snail!! haha! but still, sorry for making you cab down to j8. haha love you girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;had alotalotalot of fun today!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha at macs while having lunch, dearest marie saw the ri short cute arena debator and she went mad. hilarious shit!! then pearlywearly came!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went shopping a bit then had a very unsuccusful cam whoring session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well here is the only picture marie dint cut herself out from today. hoho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rhozt8V0gMI/AAAAAAAAADE/MFATf_zoCWM/s1600-h/snap-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051406796434211010" style="CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rhozt8V0gMI/AAAAAAAAADE/MFATf_zoCWM/s320/snap-0009.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/15061641-4096479266224261886?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/4096479266224261886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=4096479266224261886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/4096479266224261886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/4096479266224261886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-unhappiness-aside-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rhozt8V0gMI/AAAAAAAAADE/MFATf_zoCWM/s72-c/snap-0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3994668222118849527</id><published>2007-04-08T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:45:23.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so downn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah! shant elaborate )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY JEREMY TEO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3994668222118849527?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3994668222118849527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3994668222118849527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3994668222118849527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3994668222118849527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-downn-gah-shant-elaborate-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-1851949982219593285</id><published>2007-04-04T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:10:51.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>second post of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv got a feeling my life is at its low now.&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to excite me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my hearts always so tight and i find it so hard to breathe! am i like having asthma or something?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cousins are over at my place now..  and today, all of them [without the mc's waha] didnt wake up for school.. so the four of us are athome together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;anyway, theres just so much to worry for now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;iv seen generations of men letting woman down. its happening again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i keep telling myself its just the minority and men arent all like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but how can i believe this theory when the men close to me constantly break their families hearts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i went through it before and i know how painful it is. being a daughter or someone so irresponsible and selfish. someone who thinks his words suffice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and now my hearts breaking all over again. this time not for myself. everytime i recieve new news, i cringe cos i cannot believe the kinda things &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; has done. maybe im in no position to judge, but in general, this is my view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thinking of the both of you, i comepltely understand what your going through. maybe thats why iv been trying so hard to open ur locks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;though i know maybe its hard for me to do so to the smaller one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but you, everytime i try to close up to you, you shun away. iv been pressurized to talk to you, or to understand and explain to you wad it is like.  it is the right thing, and i find, with me telling you my experiance, it would at least comfort you a little.  why do u keep running away from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i dont want any of these to strain the relationship we have now. it breaks my heart to see you like this u know? i want u to know i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;theres someone to talk to and thats me. im here! i wanna help to make this more bearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;iv been praying non-stop for you my dear, and i hope it helps, i know my tolerance level may not be high and that sometimes, you feel my coldness. but this change has been so sudden to me and i feel that im already trying my best to adjust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;now, everytime i recieve new news, i become so fed-up, and sometimes i just wanna shut it out. but being part of this unity, i know i cnt back out and stand aside. i wanna do my part, as a senior, as someone who can help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;theres so much for me to share, please help me lift this burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-1851949982219593285?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/1851949982219593285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=1851949982219593285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1851949982219593285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1851949982219593285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/second-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-632420319628372897</id><published>2007-04-04T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:39:19.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im ditching school again )= kinda good though haha. i getta skip mrs * lessons..&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday back in school was kinda god cept for what happened in class.&lt;br /&gt;we had to like sit on the floor the whole day cos form teacher said our classroom was too dirty. WTF. great back-to-class gift for me eh? oh well it turned out pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;haha so like after recess had chem. lol i walked from the chem lab back to class (each happens to be at oppisite sides of the level) a total of 4 times!! haha cos i keep forgetting my worksheets!&lt;br /&gt;then chinese teacher din come so it was slack. and physics teacher din come oso!! so it was double slack! had so much fun with class girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and thank u to all who let me copy physics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite then after school went towning with the whole group of darlings!!! its been a long time!&lt;br /&gt;so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;ooo but like on the bus as we were reaching fareast, some crazy guy boarded the bus and charged towards me!! he was like making wierd gestures with his hands everywhere and his eyes (which looked like they were gonna pop out) was opened so huge i could almost see his whole eyeball!  then mayline quickly asked me to move and sit beside her. GAR scary-ness!!!  i was shaking so bad cos this was the first time someone &lt;b&gt;charged&lt;/b&gt; and i mean charged towards me.  and i realized this actually is my misfortune. everytime im out with darlings, and we meet with this type of things, its always me coming face to face with it. )=&lt;br /&gt;well then left for shooting and i fell sick again )= so mummy brought me to the doctor and he presented me with 2 days of mc!! which means this will be an ultralong weekend for me!!! WHOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-632420319628372897?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/632420319628372897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=632420319628372897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/632420319628372897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/632420319628372897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-ditching-school-again-kinda-good.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-8782920278231272473</id><published>2007-04-02T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:38:36.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so what can i say. i miss you terribly. but it doesnt seem to bother you does it? self centered selfish bastars. stop making me feel like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-8782920278231272473?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/8782920278231272473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=8782920278231272473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8782920278231272473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8782920278231272473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-what-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-877894410887759835</id><published>2007-04-02T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:27:13.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>garrrr skipped school again today.&lt;br /&gt;wierdly, after diligently popping tonnes of fever medicine into my mouth, my fever has yet to subside.&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning with a throbbing head and its not even a little better now. &lt;br /&gt;fever keeps rising though not on the high side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheres my happy pill???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-877894410887759835?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/877894410887759835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=877894410887759835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/877894410887759835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/877894410887759835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/04/garrrr-skipped-school-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-7008396071968953557</id><published>2007-03-31T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:19:52.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM HORRIBLY EXHAUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been updating. hurhur. &lt;br /&gt;anyway. i managed to do i split yesterday during pe!!!  like finally i was able to rest my pelvis on the floor thank you!&lt;br /&gt;anyway. my thigh got injured in the process. and now its horribly cramped.&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;OHYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shooting mummy picked me up then we went to marina square!&lt;br /&gt;walked around to look for yummy food cos we were like soooo hungry!&lt;br /&gt;so we walked past billy bombers and this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: come lets eat here. &lt;br /&gt;me: ok lo bomb then bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the waitresses laughed at me. then they said. please dont say bomb then bomb! you sound like ur moms gonna bomb up this place -.- HAHA but it was a good laugh then.so like i was a princess throughout the whole meal cos the waitors there were such darlings and attended to my every need including pouring the chilli out of the bottle. perfect (=&lt;br /&gt;then went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;bought my red pumps!! lovveeee it! its shocking red so you can see me walking from miles away!&lt;br /&gt;then went to makeupstore and got my eyeliner!! green and sparkly! ka-ching!! and mummy got yellow-silver eye shadow. means we'r gonna share!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;then went to body shop after that to get my facial cleanser n mummy's foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shopping at these few stores, iv got a conclusion to make about sales people.&lt;br /&gt;they bluff people!!&lt;br /&gt;like at novo, when i was getting my pumps.. i tried on size 8 in black and size 9 in red. and size 8 fitted well. so i asked for size 8  in red AND they din have it )=&lt;br /&gt;so then i was just about to walk away when the lady told me, "nonono this shoe has to be a bit bigger!!"  so not true. heh but i ended up buying it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;then in makeupstore, mummy was trying the different eyeliners on me and some were simply hideous. BUT the sales lady said " whoa. very nice!! shud buy shud buy." and even when my mom put on black eyeshadow on my eyes, ( which made me look like i just recieved a punch,) the lady said "wow your mom sure knows her way around makeup. this wud be a good buy." LIER!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough bout that.&lt;br /&gt;sports day today was a waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;like each yr, sports day's getting more and more boring.&lt;br /&gt;spent most of the time crapping with darlings at the back. the only time i really paid attetion to any of the races when when the oh-so-handsome mr singh ran!! AAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my husband &lt;/i&gt; i wish.&lt;br /&gt;and prize giving was presented with us sitting on the field with the sun shining on us. SO HOT! dunno why the schoolm couldnt just let us sit in the stands.&lt;br /&gt;jaguar got 3rd place )= sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ballet after that, couldnt dance properly cos of my thigh. distactingly painful.&lt;br /&gt;just finished facial.&lt;br /&gt;ok now im bored of typing so GOODBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-7008396071968953557?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/7008396071968953557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=7008396071968953557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7008396071968953557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7008396071968953557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-horribly-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-7692213278120228347</id><published>2007-03-29T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:59:08.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but now, at thats left at all, is me, making up my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; yea i know your going through a rough time and i dont blame you. though i know i cant get through you, just hope you understand, that no matter what, here i am. countless times iv told you to &lt;s&gt;cheer up&lt;/s&gt; its hard and maybe even impossible. so im leaving u alone for awhile. to let you settle what u want yourself. though i feel it may be unfair to me. im not complaining. &lt;u&gt;i wont&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请你不要伤我的心。&lt;br /&gt;我信认你， 希望你了解我现在的原应。&lt;br /&gt;我不会打扰你。 至到你觉得性情比较好。&lt;br /&gt;我爱你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-7692213278120228347?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/7692213278120228347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=7692213278120228347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7692213278120228347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/7692213278120228347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-8713496370481639969</id><published>2007-03-29T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:32:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iv been sick these 2 days so no school (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my days rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;mummy came back on wednesday and we havent fought these 2 days!! &lt;b&gt;miracle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-8713496370481639969?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/8713496370481639969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=8713496370481639969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8713496370481639969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8713496370481639969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/iv-been-sick-these-2-days-so-no-school.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-81249076663366555</id><published>2007-03-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:32:49.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;went for a walk just now and it made me feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;im not going to depend on anyone but myself from now on.&lt;br /&gt;i had to learn it the hard way but now im sure. everyone's selfish.&lt;br /&gt;nobody cares about another person more than he does for himself.&lt;br /&gt;all these while i thought this world was so friendly and trustworthy. &lt;br /&gt;i thought i could trust someone with all my problems and expect them to keep mum and support me through everything. haha how wrong.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i try to find a reason to why i feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i try turning to the people i trust, i get answers, but its doesnt really suffice. theres always theres empty something left out.&lt;br /&gt;how happy am i to realize that FINALLY i know I am my only support. noones gonna care for me for than myself. i cant trust anyone more than myself.&lt;br /&gt;also, i dont think its fair to other people if you show your unhappiness and expect them to compromise with you. haha cos noone would. you can continue crying and moaning but the world moves on. nobody would wait till your tears dry. &lt;br /&gt;that said, iv decided NEVER to show anyone any signs of me being unhappy anymore. &lt;br /&gt;haha iv gotta thank myself for finally getting into terms of everything that has been happening. &lt;br /&gt;SO NOW I LIVE MY LIFE FOR MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your being unfair to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-81249076663366555?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/81249076663366555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=81249076663366555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/81249076663366555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/81249076663366555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-for-walk-just-now-and-it-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-8791060676417875380</id><published>2007-03-27T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:09:38.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH im feeling so sick now )=&lt;br /&gt;didnt feel like going to school today but forced myself anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;had to wear specs to school today cos my eyes were infected!! haha maylin said i looked interllectual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt enjoy at all today.&lt;br /&gt;did alot of thinking to during chinese today (haha cos as usual huang laoshi was hardly teaching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went for KFC with darlings!! so much fun (= laughed like so much.&lt;br /&gt;then went to NTUC HAHA and we saw mr tee!!  were making so much noise but hell did i enjoy myself. it was like the best part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;sorry if i caused it. i really am. i would take back everything i said if i could.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and yes. its so hard to know that other people are happy with their lifes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-8791060676417875380?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/8791060676417875380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=8791060676417875380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8791060676417875380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8791060676417875380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahhhh-im-feeling-so-sick-now-didnt-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-8442946466946443440</id><published>2007-03-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:35:14.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM PROUD OF MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished sweeping, washing, mopping, dusting, clearing up and making my living place a more condusive place to breathe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!! so since mummy's away i decided to take over the house and so i did ALL the household chores! yup and now my back's aching.  but i did a pretty good job i assume. &lt;br /&gt;i fell a couple of times cos i din squeeze the mop dry enough. and i ended up sneezing alooot!!  but ahh the satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;so now i know. if all else fails (in terms of studies), i'll devote my life to keeping people's house clean!!! HAHA  just $10 an hour!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so. skipped ballet on sat cos of my throat. but like tuayi wanted to bring us out for diner so had to go. &lt;br /&gt;then sunday decided to skip church too cos i still wasnt very well.&lt;br /&gt;but in the afternoon went out with sister and darryl to town.  bought my cap at last!!&lt;br /&gt;sister payed for it though..&lt;br /&gt;then today, fell asleep during humans quiz. &lt;br /&gt;thats bout it. TOODLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;flames to dust&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lovers to friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-8442946466946443440?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/8442946466946443440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=8442946466946443440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8442946466946443440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8442946466946443440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-proud-of-myself-i-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-1166173587774013450</id><published>2007-03-24T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:14:47.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mummy's gone to m'sia for a week.. kinda miss her ready. &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. thursday in school was fine cept mrs ho confiscated ALL my books under my table again. GRR  which means i v gotta pay $6 to claim it all back again. bloody hell. its like im a money machine to 409! just paid $6 3 days ago to get my books back and that $6 went to classfund. now another round of me donating money? NO HOPE! im so not gonna take back my books!&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. after school came back home for tution then in the evening went to meet mel at j8 to &lt;u&gt;study&lt;/u&gt; AND im proud to say we really did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;had chinese test in the morning.. damn scared i'll get like single digit cos the comphrehension was all based on your personal thoughts and i had difficulties writting the words i wanted in chinese. T.T&lt;br /&gt;then was practice run for nafa..  came in first (= cos amanda slacked la!  but had my cramps after that. &lt;i&gt;as usual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked like crazy during physics. &lt;i&gt; sometimes i do pity mr tee. like during his lessons, nobody listens!! and thats probably cos physics is the most boring-estest science subject you can find!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess with darlings and ben as usual.. &lt;br /&gt;chem was in the lab. haha had fun with xue'e trying not to get out chemicals exploded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for home with wenyi,pooty,irene,leon and yingcong..    then went to safra after that.&lt;br /&gt;SCARY MUCH. i almost got lost!&lt;br /&gt;oh well. then met mel at her plc before leaving for town.. &lt;br /&gt;then met elaine and olivia.. &lt;i&gt;thank u for the lollipop elaine ilaineeee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wanted to catch a movie but the timings were all tooo late. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im falling sick now )=  my throat was so painful i could hardly sleep last night and my whole body's aching..   dont think i can make it for ballet today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-1166173587774013450?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/1166173587774013450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=1166173587774013450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1166173587774013450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1166173587774013450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/mummys-gone-to-msia-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-2100067668452483435</id><published>2007-03-21T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:57:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why liddat? &lt;br /&gt;its that the way u wanna leave things before u leave for a week?&lt;br /&gt;just walk out with no instructions whatever.&lt;br /&gt;sorry!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-2100067668452483435?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/2100067668452483435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=2100067668452483435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/2100067668452483435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/2100067668452483435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-liddat-its-that-way-u-wanna-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-8079731998159712538</id><published>2007-03-20T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:15:04.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TUESDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was soso la&lt;br /&gt;english first period.  deadly of course. ah&lt;br /&gt;then was poa..  HAHA was talking to mrs tan outside class with classmates then suddenly she asked about our class hamsters and why we brought it to poa class. haha o i started my whole sobsob story of the hamsters being lonely if we left them in class   and i got insulted by mrs tan. she said " sarah, if u know so much bout their feelings then how come your not a hamster?" HAHA then i was stupid enough to tell her i tried the hamster food yesterday. tasted bad!!&lt;br /&gt;o well. moving on. passed math locus test by like 1 mark only T.T sadded!  am expecting worst results for transformation though..&lt;br /&gt;after recess had chem.   copied notes as usual. then mothertongue. haha was happily chatting with ben xuee and miaoxian. then came physics. had the horriblest-test sotmache ache during physice. SO PAINFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like after class i practically limped to the other end of the level to meet pooty ben n wenyi. went to look for mrs ho after that.   fuck la. i had to pay $6 just to get my books that she confiscated back!!!   AH so irritating!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to compass with wenyi n poot. was suffering with the stomache ache the whole way.  &lt;i&gt;thanks ben, for carrying my bag. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. to face the most dreaded. i gotta go safra )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-8079731998159712538?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/8079731998159712538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=8079731998159712538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8079731998159712538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8079731998159712538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/tuesday-school-was-soso-la-english.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-8587601118162990560</id><published>2007-03-19T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:57:20.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iv got alot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so holidays have past so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;sunday after church went for the gig thing.. turned out pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;then monday was back to school for chinese mock exam [which i'd definately fail]&lt;br /&gt;followed by kampong glam trip..&lt;br /&gt;b4 had a talk with darlings and i felt so much better after that. (=  &lt;br /&gt;the kampon glam thing was quite fun.. dont expect it to be so haha.&lt;br /&gt;forgot all bout my doubts and unhappiness and was able to laugh and enjoy with my classmates..  thanks to the guys in class who were so eager to bash the chee ko pek for me HAHA although they din in the end cos i like couldnt recognise which was the chee ko pek. &lt;br /&gt;then went with wenyi and wenan to kovan to repair wenan's fone..&lt;br /&gt;was feeling darn bad then.. but wenyi's message brightened me up. &lt;br /&gt;had a fight with mummy when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday met darlings for breakfast. then off to school for chinese..&lt;br /&gt;after school went towning with TML.&lt;br /&gt;in the evening went out with mel to study.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday had a fight with mummy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;then went out together [me, mummy and sister] for the whole day. surprisingly after the fight in the morning everything went super smoothly throughout the day, drove in to m'sia to spend time with laoyi's there.&lt;br /&gt;thurs went to do my hair thing then met joel for awhile..(=&lt;br /&gt;after that home and had yet another fight with mummy.&lt;br /&gt;friday had shooting :/  then tution. in the evening went out with young uncles to town..&lt;br /&gt;had a good chat with darryl gugu..&lt;br /&gt;had a fight with mummy again.&lt;br /&gt;sat had ballet and shooting..&lt;br /&gt;first thing when i walked into the shooting range, i got told off my coach )= complained that i havent gone to safra and all. im gonna be so busy i dont even wanna think about it now.&lt;br /&gt;ballet was even worse. ms mccully kept commeting about my hair. AH&lt;br /&gt;sunday was church then lunch then mummy called to say she was gonna pick me up. had a small fight with her over the fone. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done. &lt;br /&gt;lastly. i wanna say thank u to jeremy for the advice on how to solve my quarells with mummy..&lt;br /&gt;and maylin for having such good and heartfelt talks these few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-8587601118162990560?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/8587601118162990560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=8587601118162990560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8587601118162990560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8587601118162990560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/iv-got-alot-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-6096387485877258964</id><published>2007-03-17T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:54:32.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; its come to a point where i dont even have the strength to care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TIRED!! i typed out a whole post and it dissapeared!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-6096387485877258964?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/6096387485877258964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=6096387485877258964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6096387485877258964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6096387485877258964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-come-to-point-where-i-dont-even.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3600234249677521894</id><published>2007-03-13T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:27:12.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;tried blogging. but i cant. &lt;br /&gt;dunno wad to say.&lt;br /&gt;maybe everythings layed out so clearly in front of me. i should just make myself look at the big picture and do what's appropriate. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;when i need you you'r not there. babe. wads happening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i told myself that from today onwards i will live my life for myself. i will be happy no matter wad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3600234249677521894?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3600234249677521894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3600234249677521894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3600234249677521894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3600234249677521894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/tried-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-312660811427710373</id><published>2007-03-09T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T14:49:07.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>din go school again today.&lt;br /&gt;haha cos stomache wasnt fully recovered and also cos i was shopping till like 11 plus last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;before leaving house yesterday, had a big fight with mummy. &lt;br /&gt;shant elaborate. all i can say is the more time i spend with her the more fights we get ourselves into. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, mummy patched things up again as usual. pretending nothing happened in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;bought alot of things last night. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning with tummy hurting again so went to the toilet to relieve it. harhar!  yep, then watched step up with sister.&lt;br /&gt;going for shooting later..&lt;br /&gt;then its girls night out with melanie!!&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;i&gt;and you, please dont pretend you care. maybe it was wrong in the first place. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-312660811427710373?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/312660811427710373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=312660811427710373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/312660811427710373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/312660811427710373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/din-go-school-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-6932968362952420437</id><published>2007-03-08T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:10:39.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back frm school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my books got confiscated by mrs * -.-&lt;br /&gt;like aloooot of them. sickening. )=&lt;br /&gt;oh well..  todays lessons were soso.&lt;br /&gt;2 and a half hours of mrs * though. the horror.&lt;br /&gt;oh and class 409's sitting arrangements changed as well.. so goodbye xue'e )= hello siti!! (=&lt;br /&gt;After school came straight back cos maylin had match and wenyi had art..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher andrea's(tution teacher) boyfriend got into an accident today!!!&lt;br /&gt;she was having lessons with me then suddenly her phone rang. her boyfriend called to say a car collided into his just as he left my place after dropping her off. eyer so scary.&lt;br /&gt;so she rushed down..   expected it to be just a minor accident but when mummy back back frm her car service thing she told me she saw an ambulance outside!!  my heart dropped!!&lt;br /&gt;so then mummy asked me to bring teacher andrea's bag down for her so she could follow the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;went down with sis then saw alot of people around the accident area.. the cars were in bad shape but no one was dead. haha!!  teacher andrea's boyfriend had alot of wounds though..  his head was bandaged and so was one of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i miss you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-6932968362952420437?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/6932968362952420437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=6932968362952420437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6932968362952420437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6932968362952420437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-frm-school.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-6264116345623992207</id><published>2007-03-06T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:11:37.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sleepy days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was ok today..&lt;br /&gt;had poa and math test today.&lt;br /&gt;then for chem went to lab. had to heat the chemicals haha i almost burnt the whole solution. haha!!  oh and i passed chem test!! 25/30. yay!&lt;br /&gt;after school went to town with wenyi n pooty.&lt;br /&gt;saw allott of stuff at everlast that i wantwantwant!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then came home. &lt;br /&gt;went to cafe cartel for dinner. ate something wrong there i think. now im having vry bad tummy cramps. i think it was the salad. HAHA &lt;br /&gt;anyway went shopping for grandpa's boxers. picked out 4 for him.&lt;br /&gt;then bought a few thinggys and now home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i call, and you dont answer. &lt;br /&gt;and now i realize you'v been contacting sis all these while. why ignore me?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what role you play in bringing me up. the only thing i got frm u for my birthday was a three minute call. and now, you dont give a fuck on whats happening to me. everytime u tell me you love me i have doubts. cos your actions never show me you care. i HATEHATEHATE you like crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;now its like i dont even have a father.&lt;br /&gt;now i just thank you for donating your sperm so i can live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-6264116345623992207?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/6264116345623992207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=6264116345623992207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6264116345623992207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6264116345623992207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleepy-days-school-was-ok-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-6457702026454434237</id><published>2007-03-05T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:20:14.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday blues :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling waywayway sleepy today. fell asleep while bathing! haha!&lt;br /&gt;then i went into my room to tie my hair, decided to lie down for awhile, and fell asleep again -.-&lt;br /&gt;slept in the bus all the way to school as well.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is the last week b4 march holidays!!! YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school dint start off too well today.. had attire check for my class and 306 or was it 307?? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;pulled my skirt all the way down until it almost burst again, and mrs ho passed me. haha she even said "good"!  then she saw my earholes and said they looked like i punched my ears using puntures. dumb! my holes are so tiny how can she ever think i punched them? then got caught for my nails. AH!!  now i have hardly any nails! &lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;then had chinese test. hopefuly i can pass?  then had ss test during assembly. SCREWED IT UP. !and i failed my poa test. no surprise there. but 3.5 / 30?  my goodness. sadness ok&lt;br /&gt;yep so thats my tests. all squeezed on monday. and tmr, its locus maths test. oh man the headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went lunch with may at j8.. then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-6457702026454434237?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/6457702026454434237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=6457702026454434237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6457702026454434237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6457702026454434237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/monday-blues-woke-up-feeling-waywayway.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3343988561502634236</id><published>2007-03-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:32:30.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha ok 2nd post.  &lt;br /&gt;the only reason i cos im freaking bored.&lt;br /&gt;im alone in this dark house. im scared )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-1137585259297094684</id><published>2007-03-04T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:07:52.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooo bored!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went for shooting in the morning.. then coach asked me to go safra to train..&lt;br /&gt;probably gonna be on weekday nights..&lt;br /&gt;then went for ballet..&lt;br /&gt;broke a toenail. *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;haha mummy had her exhibition so me and sister spent the night rotting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for church this morning..&lt;br /&gt;skipped bible study.. then went to coffee bean to talk with may and her sister.&lt;br /&gt;then headed back to church for combined service.  then ______ ___ _______ __ ___ _____ _____ ____. )= rather skip that part &lt;br /&gt;then had lunch.. cindy n may walked me to the train station, thn trained with deborah to citihall..&lt;br /&gt;walked to suntec then helped mummy at the exhibition booth for a while. then decided to come home.&lt;br /&gt;haha and i realized iv got no dinner again. &lt;br /&gt;so im left alone again tonight..  mummy's exhibition only ends at 10..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and so many people are falling sick!&lt;br /&gt;first my sister, then mummy, then joel, now jaslyn..&lt;br /&gt;ps: joel and jaslyn, GET WELL SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-1137585259297094684?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/1137585259297094684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-1949616313926740274</id><published>2007-03-01T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T14:13:44.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im having a headache!&lt;br /&gt;so painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with family last night for farewell dinner with aunty sharon and uncle gary.post the pics another time..&lt;br /&gt;had a quarell with mummy half way thru )=&lt;br /&gt;seems like spending more time with her only increases our squabbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school today then realized had to assemble in the hall cos it was raining. &lt;br /&gt;so went up.. then had the o lvl registration thing.&lt;br /&gt;class was ok la. slept during geography then woke up with the headache.&lt;br /&gt;now waiting for tution..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-1949616313926740274?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/1949616313926740274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=1949616313926740274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1949616313926740274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1949616313926740274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-having-headache-so-painful-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-5665584317558767937</id><published>2007-02-27T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:20:32.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last i remembered, i was happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-5665584317558767937?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/5665584317558767937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=5665584317558767937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/5665584317558767937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/5665584317558767937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-i-remembered-i-was-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3907214511557860990</id><published>2007-02-27T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:03:32.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mp3 is spoilt!!!  T.T&lt;br /&gt;one side of my earpiece so doesnt work la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of all these anons adding me )=  all with the same agenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3907214511557860990?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3907214511557860990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3907214511557860990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3907214511557860990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3907214511557860990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-mp3-is-spoilt-t.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3463163624899260564</id><published>2007-02-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:26:22.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i pray its not like that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went to church with may in the morning..  suprisingly fun hah.&lt;br /&gt;then had long johns for lunch.. came home then found mummy and hannah on the bed with alooot of new clothes and stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;all for me! mummy rocks my world la. &lt;br /&gt;went to the gym for 40 mins b4 dinner..&lt;br /&gt;was sooo boring last night! dunno y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy sent me to school today, and i was sleeping in the car. dunno why iv been so tired recently. so school was fine la.. &lt;br /&gt;oh! except i got caught for my skirt AGAIN my mrs s. &lt;br /&gt;doesnt she get sick of asking people to kneel down to check the length of skirts???&lt;br /&gt;so xue'e, joanne and myself spent like 15-20 mins outside class unpicking skirts.&lt;br /&gt;i din unpick though. just pulled down until my skirt almost burst. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;so i passed english test. LUCKY LA!!!!   only 4 people in class passed..  it was freaking hard. so ya, iv got no english remedial. yay.&lt;br /&gt;math was good cos no translation today. HAWHAW instead, we went through test papers.. and i passed both!! whoots!!&lt;br /&gt;afternoon assembly was a dread!  sitting in the un-airconed sports hall to watch the student leader investigure. SO HOT!!!  was talking to nicole charmiane and siti most of the time though. dont even know wad happened during the whole event..&lt;br /&gt;got called out to see ms tee along with weiting and hongrui after assembly..&lt;br /&gt;learnt that the school has registered for us to take chinese o lvls along with the others. haha! me? chinese? o lvls???  &lt;br /&gt;so this year its math and chinese o lvls.. &lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;so will be having facial tonight.. its been a long time.. &lt;br /&gt;since last year, hardly had the time to call for another session.. but recently my face has been a bitch. all my pimples and all popping out again.&lt;br /&gt;and mummy says its like shit. so yea i have to go tonight )=&lt;br /&gt;im sure aunty sally would be happily poking away. -.- and its gonna hurt. i hope i dont cry!!  guess i'll be going to school with a swollen face tmr.&lt;br /&gt;tata!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3463163624899260564?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3463163624899260564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3463163624899260564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3463163624899260564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3463163624899260564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/heyhey-i-pray-its-not-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-1542169339954509929</id><published>2007-02-25T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:13:46.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me why i even bothered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-1542169339954509929?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/1542169339954509929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=1542169339954509929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1542169339954509929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1542169339954509929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/tell-me-why-i-even-bothered.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-615079776284928453</id><published>2007-02-24T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:50:47.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post of the day thank you.&lt;br /&gt;so as expected, im bored, lonely and sianed in this dark murky house.&lt;br /&gt;hannah's gone to pick mummy frm airport [ooo yayyy new indulgence frm thailand! i hope mummy shopped for me]  and they'l only be back after 2am. wait have i said that? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;had to call for mcdelivary cos i couldnt find anything to eat and was dying of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;and now, im suffering with two horribly painful ulcers in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;still havent touched homework and dont intend to. &lt;br /&gt;i wonder wad people do when they'r bored. &lt;br /&gt;i miss town!!  havent smelt the town atmosphere in soo long. miss the squeezing through the crowd thing. but most of all. i miss shopping.&lt;br /&gt;ok its over and out. goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-615079776284928453?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/615079776284928453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=615079776284928453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/615079776284928453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/615079776284928453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/2nd-post-of-day-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3777277915650323754</id><published>2007-02-24T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:07:31.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;so i just came back from ballet..&lt;br /&gt;woke up today with a cold.&lt;br /&gt;so sneezed my morning away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then filed my schoolwork. haha at i did something useful.&lt;br /&gt;dint manage to do homework though. heck.&lt;br /&gt;then recieved a call frm darlings.. went out to meet them at j8 b4 ballet..&lt;br /&gt;maylin left first though.  then went to take neoprints with wenyi. HAHA yea havent taken them in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;ok then left for ballet.&lt;br /&gt;as usual i sweat aloooot.&lt;br /&gt;which means im now too tired to go to the gym so i'll skip it today.&lt;br /&gt;got scolded my ms mccully cos i couldnt lift my leg up during devlope bridge.&lt;br /&gt;tsk irritating. hah then i tried and i almost slipped and fell.&lt;br /&gt;ms mcully's expecting frm me is totally rising! hah so i will make sure i keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i just realized iv got no dinner. on top of that, i'll be alone in the house till like 1.30am when mummy comes home. )=&lt;br /&gt;pity me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3777277915650323754?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3777277915650323754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3777277915650323754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3777277915650323754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3777277915650323754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3993631778068846270</id><published>2007-02-23T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:52:23.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;school was soso la.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was spent as usual with hunaglaoshi spending most of the time lecturing us. [not that it has an effect] haha though i kinda feel bad not doing his homework )=&lt;br /&gt;so after school went to kopitiam outside school for lunch with ben and maylin.. been so long since we'v had lunch together. THEN i decided to go home b4 shooting started.&lt;br /&gt;so got home, then headed for the gym, heheh im so keeping this up man. then after that had my bath to make me smell good haha then left for school.&lt;br /&gt;ok im done.&lt;br /&gt;see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah i found something again.  this video taken in carls jr. last year with my cousins and uncles.. haha!! 100% funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGUqbiFy_w4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGUqbiFy_w4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3993631778068846270?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3993631778068846270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3993631778068846270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3993631778068846270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3993631778068846270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-home-hahhahaahhaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-1838959486591747398</id><published>2007-02-22T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:41:08.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH tell me how!!!&lt;br /&gt;i cant sign into  msn, my dumb internet keeps disconnecting me, my studies in a mess, i havent revised in forere. my whole life's turning upside down now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i tried to upload my pictures yesterday, but blogger wasnt being cooperative. and now, all i need is to press the "upload picture" button and i get disconnected. hah so much for good luck.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;br /&gt;i set 2 alarm clocks this morning so i would definately wake up. and luckily i did haha!&lt;br /&gt;so school was its usual boringness except math is making me go bonkers!!&lt;br /&gt;im kinda regretting my action for accepting the thru train offer..  kinda feeling the pressure to do well thing.&lt;br /&gt;  like every test, i break out in sweat cos im so scared i'll fail. especially math. goodness me. im gonna be taking math o level this year [i get to take it this year so i have a subject less next year] and i cant even do something as basic as translation on the topic tranformation! so mrs thang [math teacher] flared up today cos many people din do homework. and i was feeling guilty cos i was one of them hah. BUT the thing is its not that i din wanna do it. i simply dont understand! and she's going so fast, i just give up listening to the lesson. now all thats happening is that im drowning in math )= worst of all, cos of this thru train thing, i wont have my n level cert, which is a disadvantage cos then i'll have &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to fall back on incase of any unfortunate happenings during olvls nxt yr.&lt;br /&gt;howHOWhow am i gonna get myself back on track?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to do so little time.&lt;br /&gt;i just relaized i lost my chemistry notebook so HAHA how the hell am i gonna survive chemistry classes tell me??&lt;br /&gt;and my fucking study room is in sucha mess i can barely walk around without bumping into anything.&lt;br /&gt;so first on my list is to clear my study room. but my cold-blooded self-centred sister refuses to budge so i can pick up my stuff. why is the world so harsh on me!!&lt;br /&gt;next, i gotta file my school stuff and everything's in a mess and hah i cant file cos again, my sisters sitting in front of the files. someone murder her please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so before i start going crazy and showing everyone the not so pleasent side of me [haha] i think i better go find someone or something else to vent my frustration on.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile. everyone, please pray for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-1838959486591747398?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/1838959486591747398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=1838959486591747398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1838959486591747398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1838959486591747398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/ah-tell-me-how-i-cant-sign-into-msn-my.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-5746824140449955971</id><published>2007-02-21T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:40:08.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after soooo long, iv finally found my taiwan pictures!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so im gonna post them. ignore them if u wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, first night. trying taiwan's bubble. tea. look at the cup!! huge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu7wyocfxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ruSHE3X4mo0/s1600-h/100_1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033823455416188690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu7wyocfxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ruSHE3X4mo0/s320/100_1115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha! this is the earthquake affected house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu8VyocfyI/AAAAAAAAABA/4fQKM9aYRIU/s1600-h/100_1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033824091071348514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu8VyocfyI/AAAAAAAAABA/4fQKM9aYRIU/s320/100_1116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old taiwan (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu8zSocfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/2dISD7K_dKI/s1600-h/100_1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033824597877489458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu8zSocfzI/AAAAAAAAABI/2dISD7K_dKI/s320/100_1126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taiwans version of "genting" wayway nicer though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu9Uiocf0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KT40awiYEME/s1600-h/100_1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033825169108139842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu9Uiocf0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KT40awiYEME/s320/100_1141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tribal performance. eye candy!! mind u, it was cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu9vCocf1I/AAAAAAAAABY/yTZOpwnla4w/s1600-h/100_1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033825624374673234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu9vCocf1I/AAAAAAAAABY/yTZOpwnla4w/s320/100_1160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is how they display the skulls of those they kill. sheessh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/Rdu7wyocfxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ruSHE3X4mo0/s72-c/100_1115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-1491507533971710099</id><published>2007-02-21T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:40:08.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i slept through my alarm!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or maybe a din ring. :/&lt;/span&gt;&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;ok so lets start. chinese new year was boring. every year seems to bring even more boringness to cny la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so on saturday was reunion dinner at coca steamboat. and you cant even call that dinner cos like we had to start at 4pm and leave the place at 6pm. so its like way out of time. whatev. [which i couldnt really concentrate or even keep awake for cox of mels party, which was a blast (= ] so spent time with cousins. and rae, iv got your secret. nahahaha. anyway. after that, we decided to bring the visiting american couple to china town to have a feel on wad CNY is like here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we al car-ed to plaza sing then took a train from there to chinatown. HAHA okok before i continue i need to say this. aunty sharon and uncle gary [the visiting people] are so cute when the cross the mrt teet thing. haha like aunty sharon places the card on the reader then when the gate opens her hands fly up then she quickly runs across. HAHA so cute!! everyone was laughing lah. k then when we got to china town, it was complete madness. it was like the whole of singapore's population was cramped in chinatown! i was about to cry, really. so then walked walked walked and some stupid old chee ko pek totally touched my butt. ew. then walked somemore, went to see the temple where uncle gary decided to take pictures.. then i got molested again. this time an indian man bravely placed his 'delicate' hands onto my breast. DISGUSTING. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we decided enough of chinatown, so we all headed back to tuayi's house to talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone was pretty much drowsy and sleeping all over th place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was reunion dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygosh! i typed so much!! haha ok the only reason is cos iv got nothing better to do. everyone else is in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then second day was at kongkong place.. i forgot who came. or was it just us? haha! ermm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ya! ok went to kong's house for lunch, then most of the family came to my place to talk. talktalktalk as usual while i was mugging on my homework in the study room. then in the evening went to aunty jay's house where i spent most of the time watching disney channel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;third day was borrrinnggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kongkong's house, then cold storage, then laoyi's house, then finish chinese new year!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now after all the cny things, its down to other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mummy left for thailand in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and hannah spent the whole morning watching &lt;u&gt;uptown girls&lt;/u&gt;. our dunno how many gazillinth time watching it ready. then went out for lunch.. went to amk, hardly ate anything though. then sent sister off. and believe it or not, i got lost in amk central thanks to how queit it was. most of the shops were closed and i was pretty much disorientated. so then slowly found my way back to the bus stop.. got home slacked and slacked and slacked then in the evening went to meet joel at j8 for epic. 100% funny!! everyone go watch! haha i shant elaborate more on the show la. spoiler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i was supposed to call sister after the show, but it slipped my mind.. so as we were walking back home, hannah called and practically cried into the phone! whoa! i was feeling sooo guilty!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing she's scared of the dark and all. then joel tried talking to her. the first time she hung up cos she thought the voice was a pontianak. haha!! i couldnt help laughing. anyway sister. im sososososososoooooo sorry ok!!! i promise never to ignore your sms-es and calls no matter wad. &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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RduVGyocfvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M_5wBe0TSrI/s1600-h/YAY!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033780952419827442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RduVGyocfvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M_5wBe0TSrI/s320/YAY!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-1491507533971710099?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/1491507533971710099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=1491507533971710099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1491507533971710099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/1491507533971710099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-slept-through-my-alarm-or-maybe-din.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RduVGyocfvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/M_5wBe0TSrI/s72-c/YAY!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-3263775230468422392</id><published>2007-02-19T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:06:51.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IM MENTALLY PREPARED )=&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-3263775230468422392?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/3263775230468422392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=3263775230468422392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3263775230468422392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/3263775230468422392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-mentally-prepared.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-6162754070104060384</id><published>2007-02-19T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:12:02.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is not gonna be a happy rainbow in the sky post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, for some wierd reason, cos of how shitty i feel, i decided to pour myself a hot cup of water so i can feel all droopy and worthless. BUT its so not helping. instead, its making me feel more stupid and disgusting cos the hot waters making me sweat. -.-&lt;br /&gt;someone explain to me why i have this sudden moodswing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, my study room is in a mess and im almost fainting just looking at it. papers everywhere, my bags stacked one on top of another, all my schoolwork abandoned, [the only thing worth mantioning is that i managed to finish one english homework worksheet!!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, this years cny doesnt seem very cny-ish. its been so boring. visiting just a couple of houses and recieving very little hong baos.  and not to mention, im gonna grow fat. although i did control myself and only couldnt resist the cny goodies tonight at laoyi's house. so i ate like 3 pineapple tarts, 1 plate of dry mee siam, 1 bowl of soup, and ya. thats pretty much it. and now im having a bad stomache. no idea why though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, mummy's leaving me tml to go thailand shopping!! AH how can this be happening! just as i need retail therapy to cure my moodiness [however its spelt] mummy's leaving for thailand and leaving me in lonely singapore till saturday. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly!  im feeling so unloved and left alone please! someone slap me awake !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-6162754070104060384?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/6162754070104060384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=6162754070104060384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6162754070104060384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/6162754070104060384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-not-gonna-be-happy-rainbow-in.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-8329507085386511349</id><published>2007-02-15T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:40:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA im soooo proud of myself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fixed my blog!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all the blogspot users out there.. if you can access ur blog its cos they'v merged with google now.. no more beta so u gotta go change your settings. just follow the instructions.. im super smart cos mine was all in chinese and i did it!!! (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so valentines day was kinda good.. apart frm attire check. i got caught for my hair. -.- so irritating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont understand wad having colours in your hair can affect ur studies or wadever. same for socks. it got confiscated just cos the SOLES were black!! wierd right! its not as if anyone's gonna come up to you hold your feet up and look at the soles of your socks! i dont even see why coloured socks are not allowed. they'r still socks wad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah even bout attire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;recieved alot of gifts today!! thank you everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for the i.o.u cards.. hah couldnt make the roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school went out with wenyi to heartland for pizza (= then she left for piano and I went home. hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fell asleep in the bus. AH im so deprived of sleep! which leads me to another point. SCHOOL STARTS TOOO EARLY!! im waking up at 5.30am every morning just to get ready for school!! &lt;u&gt;insane.&lt;/u&gt; so then came home and tried making my roses. and i succeeded!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then today was just school like normal.. fell asleep during geography.. im still not getting enough sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok readers. im gonna try adding my tag board (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY POST VALENTINES haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RdQQOyocftI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GjeuO6gwqI0/s1600-h/Photo-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031664529975312082" style="CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RdQQOyocftI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GjeuO6gwqI0/s320/Photo-0017.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;elvin ng on my table! this is he who keeps me awake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lastly. thank you all for the presents!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RdQSMyocfuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y_OXqkoAZGw/s1600-h/thank+you!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031666694638829282" style="WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="237" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w42CMFy_z9s/RdQSMyocfuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y_OXqkoAZGw/s320/thank+you!.JPG" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15061641-8329507085386511349?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/8329507085386511349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=8329507085386511349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8329507085386511349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/8329507085386511349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/haha-im-soooo-proud-of-myself-i-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</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/_w42CMFy_z9s/RdQQOyocftI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GjeuO6gwqI0/s72-c/Photo-0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-117137050244618178</id><published>2007-02-13T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:41:42.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; cow im proud to say i'v finally gotten over you !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent posted in forever!&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just start with saturday.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch sisters tennis training. and boy was i bored!!! sitting there and watching people hit balls. HAHA so i was there whining like crazy to mummy.  then after that went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;totally forgot where we went to la.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY thats not the point. the point is. *drumroll*  i had to wake up at 6.30am on a saturday morning! AH insane or wad??&lt;br /&gt;then had ballet.   everyone's on pointe already!! cept sumei brintha michelle me and yinghui..  nvm la. i rejoined only last year so i have to be patient :/   ballet that day was good! sweat so much i think i could feed i whole crowd of people with the amount of sweat there was. but ew who would drink my sweat! GROSS!!   &lt;br /&gt;then went towning with mummy and sister. bought alot of clothes!! HAHA  funfun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i miss town&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;met maylin in the morning for church and bible study..&lt;br /&gt;then went to novena to shop for her samsam's gift.&lt;br /&gt;then met mel to go watch the soccer thing..&lt;br /&gt;2-2 (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;attire check!!&lt;br /&gt;ok i pissed with mrs * &lt;br /&gt;caught my socks! haha but nvm la. thats how i discovered that high socks are cute!!&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be wearing high socks all the way till friday!&lt;br /&gt;k then after school went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;attire check again..&lt;br /&gt;got caught for skirt even though i was freaking long&lt;br /&gt;they might as well ask us to wear those hawaiin long flowy skirts -.-&lt;br /&gt;ah!!   then had banmian after school with darlings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;poot! our 1 yr coming!! love u!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to hougang to buy my rose making materials.. then the lady demonstrated to us..&lt;br /&gt;so we spent a looooong time there choosing the things and all.. then went to buy chocs and sweets. ah had fun la..&lt;br /&gt;so then came home then realized that i cant fold roses.&lt;br /&gt;so now mel and joel are so making fun of my dumbness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines darlings!!!!!   love me like i love u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-117137050244618178?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/117137050244618178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=117137050244618178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/117137050244618178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/117137050244618178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/cow-im-proud-to-say-iv-finally-gotten.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-117102812697641885</id><published>2007-02-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:35:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right.   so im sick of typing all my sob-sob-stories of my oh-so nothing with cow.&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully this would be the last one.&lt;br /&gt;no need for me to introduce cow again i guess.  all these months of conversations.&lt;br /&gt;these past 2 weeks of chatting has set me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts sent me back to last yr. when everything except one thing was so different. we were able to converse eye to eye, laugh and have fun like any other friends do. only thing that i had was my heart thumping so hard almost every second he was there.&lt;br /&gt;then every school holiday seemed to repel us further away frm each other. &lt;br /&gt;into the second half of the year. things went real bad.   downhill.   no more happy conversations, and i had to wait for just one sentance to make me happy. and even then everything to me was a mess. and it hurt.    &lt;br /&gt;but that wasnt the worst. hah.  worst still after the end yr exams. not even a single word would be exchanged.   and now. its broken down to nothing.   just thinking of this makes me feel so dejected.  many a time i find myself fantacising the impossible.  &lt;br /&gt;then i decided to be brave. i revealed to him wad had been kept a secret.   i hoped it will improve.   yet i set 2 visions.  one, i wished things wud stay the same. two, everything to break down to nothing. sad to say, number 2 is taking place right now. i guess no words can describe wad my deprived depressed and tired heart is going through now. i never ever wanna fall like this again. so deep and so one sided.&lt;br /&gt;and now. even the chats online are strained and gone.&lt;br /&gt;if only someone understands the strain i put on myself.&lt;br /&gt;as i jot down the chornicles, i realize that every string of communicaton between us has perished.  but one thing is for sure.  no matter how hard i try, the feelings i have towards this cow, have not tarnished. in fact. as we drift,  the feelings grow deeper.&lt;br /&gt;but now it has come to the point where i have no choice but to believe in wad fate is giving me. &lt;b&gt;the end&lt;/b&gt;  maybe this is the cue for me to cut off all links.   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos the orange blinks at the bottom of my moniter is gone.   cow, one last time. i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-117102812697641885?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/117102812697641885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=117102812697641885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/117102812697641885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/117102812697641885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/right.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-117083175532101973</id><published>2007-02-07T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:02:35.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crycrycry.  sorry if iv been a pain in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;things arent going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-117083175532101973?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/117083175532101973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=117083175532101973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/117083175532101973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/117083175532101973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/02/crycrycry.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-117007430677834040</id><published>2007-01-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:38:26.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothings gonna change my love for you You ought to know by now how much I love you One thing you can be sure of I'll never ask for more than your love Nothings gonna change my love for you You ought to know by now how much I love you The world may change my whole life thru but Nothings gonna change my love for you&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had the sudden urge to bake yesterday, and now, iv just completed my first batch of oreo muffins *beams* its like my first time baking lah!  so yup. giving one to birthday girl tml and my darlings..&lt;br /&gt;came back frm school and it was homework all the way.  gah iv got no mood to blog luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you made my day. even if it meant nothing to you, i will never ever forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-117007430677834040?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/117007430677834040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=117007430677834040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/117007430677834040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/117007430677834040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116971041703446380</id><published>2007-01-25T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:33:37.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its not a-ok anymore )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this weeks been ok la..&lt;br /&gt;passed my math test, passed poa (surprise la!)&lt;br /&gt;ok la. nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLING WENYI"S TH BIRTHDAY!! LOVE YOUUU DAR!!&lt;br /&gt;ok so we went for lunch at pizza hut..  had a nice chat there.. haha!! &lt;br /&gt;then bus-ed home with maylin.. met irene at the bus stop by chance..&lt;br /&gt;had tution..  was fun la.. teacher andrea bought sugar rolls for us. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa! i suffered with my cramps in class today la! couldnt concentrate at all!&lt;br /&gt;so like was rolling everywhere!! lol  damn painful. and i was in sucha bad mood during recess. )=  it was horribly deadly la. so went to buy horlicks.. and it helped (=  then ben lent me his jacket to bring to class. thank god for it. i was sooo cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now to more serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; cow cow cow. u know last time it used to be me dreading to go to school cos of the stuff happening in class?  now its the total opposite.. i go to school cos i know have my friends.. and i get to see you.. though we talk msn , it just feels strained.. and now im hurting so much.. i really dont know wad to say..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116971041703446380?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116971041703446380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116971041703446380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116971041703446380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116971041703446380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-not-ok-anymore-so-this-weeks-been.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116938548335682069</id><published>2007-01-21T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:20:04.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so friday was good (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/333654/Photo-0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/773840/Photo-0018.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday skipped ballet cos wasnt feeling very well..&lt;br /&gt;went to waterloo st to eat.. then dapao-ed indian rojak for kaiying che and uncle ottis.. headed to the airport to pick them up... ciena is so cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/386092/Photo-0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/426730/Photo-0029.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i look retarded but this is the only picture she was looking. hah. and the best thing. after the shot was taken, she gave this huge beyotiful smile! ahh talk about timing.&lt;br /&gt;then went back home.. watched &lt;b&gt;elfen lied&lt;/b&gt; finishing soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;then sent the family back to the airport. their like going to paris can! so unfair la! ok then went for supper. (almost)&lt;br /&gt;heres wad happened. we went to this 24 hour prata place beside botanical gardens.. then mummy parked along the road, in order to get to the pathway you have to balance and walk on the drains.. so i was happily walking and talking to my sister [while balancing on the drain, mind you] then the next thing i knew, i found my leg in the drain!! whoa! the first thing that crossed my mind was fuck! is there a mouse inside??? then the next thing [and the saddest,] my leg was disfigured!!!!! third thing, how am i possibly gonna wear shorts or even my school skirt without looking so damn hideous! then after that i realized it hurt alot. -.- so mummy was like half-screaming : ' sarah! how did u manage that fall?? wad happen? talk lah! see this is wad happens!" then she came running over. so today, i had to bear the uncountable number of people staring at me cos of the oh-so many plasters on my leg. and! my voice is half gone. wads wrong with the world momma!&lt;br /&gt;now im trying to undress the wound, and guess wad? then cloth is stuck onto the open flesh!! WHOA its cryable man! pain like mad! so now iv got these 2 wierd white cloth stuck on my leg. ahhhhhh im breaking la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/210369/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/674506/Photo-0011.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116938548335682069?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116938548335682069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116938548335682069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116938548335682069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116938548335682069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-so-friday-was-good-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116910879455003742</id><published>2007-01-18T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:26:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea i'm bringing life back to this blog yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite. so things have been ok, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;thing with cow not brilliant buti shant ask for more.. at least theres improvement yea?&lt;br /&gt;right lets start with sunday..&lt;br /&gt;met maylin for church in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch with family at the &lt;i&gt;market cafe&lt;/i&gt; in raffles..&lt;br /&gt;oh yea heres the thing. i got lost!! haha! supposed to drop at citihall but instead i dropped at raffles place! so dumb! then i was so panicking!! walked up and down! then realized it would be the right thing to take the train back to citihall. but to save face i actually crossed the road to enter the train station from the other side so that the people who were standing around wont actually think i'm a mental retard walking around singapore in and out of train stations. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch, went back home then forgot wad happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now moving on to monday.. or maybe not. &lt;i&gt;i forgot wad happened hah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tueday. skip. &lt;i&gt;forgot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, ok went with wenyi to macdonalds to have ice creammm.. ahh yummy!&lt;br /&gt;then went home to get ready to go to church..  went to grandma's nich (is this how to spell it?) ok la its this place where her ashes are kept..  decided to sing our prayers to her cos she likes it that way *beams*  haha.. then went to this restaurant nearby to eat..  was sitting opposite uncle richard so i had a looong chat with him which i havent had in years.   so fun..&lt;br /&gt;fell sick that night..  throat started hurting but i din think much bout it.&lt;br /&gt;in the night was feeling so shity for some reason, couldnt sleep till bout 4.15 am..  but still insisted on going to school.    fever in the car and it got worst when i got to school..&lt;br /&gt;hd math test then free period which me and xue'e used to sleep..  tot it wud make me feel better but then my temperature rose after my nap..   so was feeling vry bad during poa.. mrs tan was quite nice la.. telling me to drink more water. then she asked me to remove my jacket cos it wasnt good to be all snuggled up and warm when your having fever. i disagree. it was so cold and she wanted me to freeze??  so i just left it on. ha.  so couldnt concentrate during poa and that means i'll fail my poa test very badly )=   then mummy sms-ed to say she was coming to pick me up..  phew. was feeling so achy.&lt;br /&gt;then went to the doctors..  fever of 37.5 deg. not that bad..  throat was red. wierdly. i tot was supposed to be relieved of my throat infections after my op but turned out i was wrong. then had tummy cramps and flu..  all the symtoms ..  sigh.&lt;br /&gt;so then came home and slept.. thats when my fever hit 38.3deg and it stayed that way all the way till bedtime. and now my temperature has dropped to 37 deg (=  see im so healthy! can get well in one day!!! haha!      so have been watching &lt;b&gt;Elfen lies&lt;/b&gt; but now im having a connection error frm youtube so i cant watch episode 6 )= oh well. theres always tml..  outing with mel tml night (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116910879455003742?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116910879455003742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116910879455003742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116910879455003742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116910879455003742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/yea-im-bringing-life-back-to-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116870032998835179</id><published>2007-01-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:58:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i'v got just too much cooped in myself. gotta let it out..&lt;br /&gt;ok so all the while iv been trying to inculcate this new stronger me. i kinda achieved it.&lt;br /&gt;but now, as things are going downhill, i start to contridict myself..&lt;br /&gt;oh well. lets go on about yesterday first..&lt;br /&gt;sent the spoiling sms after school.. &lt;br /&gt;[i finally told my crush i liked him. now i dont know wads happening. it was all supposed to be ok]&lt;br /&gt;next went with darlings to buy lunch at hougang mall.  ate with them in the bus. hawhaw.. was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;then went home, showered then mummy picked me and sis up. went to the lawyers office to sign our deed poles.  this is my official new formated for my name:&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Lin Ting Al-Idros with my chinese characters oso  林婷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then mummy said to celebrate my braveness of sending that sms, she was gonna bring me for sinful chocolate dessert. haha. so went to 'max brenners chocolate bar'   though the food there was fantastic, it dint cheer me up. all i could think of was whether i did the right thing by sending the sms. then went shopping.  bought 2 tops.. and my darling red nail polish (=&lt;br /&gt;headed to soul garden for dinner.. then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up and did part 1 of my homework..  after that mummy picked me up for lunch..  went to 'miss u cafe'   good food..   then went to aunty hwee chee's house so mummy could test her new product on aunt hwee chee's baby..    the baby is so smart! she learnt signs with her hands to ask for different thing cos babies cant talk. so this is the new way for parents to know wad their children wants..   then rushed off for ballet..&lt;br /&gt;ballet today was good. enjoyed myself tremendously..  went to amk central after that to get hannah's new fone..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hey you..  i thought you said this wasnt gonna affect anything..  yet for both the times i sign into msn, all i get is ignorence frm you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it cos your bz? or are you simply ignoring me cos you dont know wad to talk  to me about.  i felt good letting it out. but if this is gonna be the permanent outcome, i really dont know wad to do. so many people have told me that i'd live in regret if i never told you. but now, it is in fact the opposite.. im living in regret cos i told you. please tell me that this is all because i'm being too sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116870032998835179?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116870032998835179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116870032998835179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116870032998835179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116870032998835179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-iv-got-just-too-much-cooped-in.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116869311042938010</id><published>2007-01-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:58:30.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanted to post about yesterday. but now i'v just lost the mood.&lt;br /&gt;thanks arh mummy.&lt;br /&gt;come home only show black face. screamscreamscream.  cant she just tell me nicely to do the stuff she wants me to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116869311042938010?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116869311042938010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116869311042938010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116869311042938010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116869311042938010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/wanted-to-post-about-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116850754508373444</id><published>2007-01-11T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:25:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent updated in forever..&lt;br /&gt;i'l start frm today since i reallt cant remember wads been going on the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;so had lessons as usual in the morning.. was reaallly tired. on top of that 2 whole hours of english. &lt;i&gt;turn-off&lt;/i&gt; recess was spent with darlings in 410 classroom just slacking away. aaron's using the hp pouch i gave him!! muahaha he was like showing it to me today lol..&lt;br /&gt;after school came straight home.. had to finish mummy's present!! as promised here are the pictures of it to satisfy myself (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/429859/Photo-0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/982853/Photo-0196.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backview(= &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/270310/Photo-0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/210073/Photo-0197.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm kinda satisfied with it.. watched highschool musical with sis.. haha i think troy is damn hot!!! *screams!*&lt;br /&gt;ok im so not in the mood for anything now )= so just gonna finish the post with some fotos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my sister with her artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/384363/Photo-0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/253016/Photo-0199.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its nice la!   a p5 girl can draw even better than me. ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats it for now..&lt;br /&gt;oh my deed poles been approved.. gonna sign the documents tml.. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you cow.   if only i have the courage to seriously call you by your name!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116850754508373444?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116850754508373444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116850754508373444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116850754508373444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116850754508373444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/havent-updated-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116834078202426709</id><published>2007-01-09T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:06:22.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sad to see my whole world being messed up because of these four letters _ _ _ _ that doesnt even apply to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just being so damn naive. tsktsk. so dumb la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116834078202426709?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116834078202426709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116834078202426709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116834078202426709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116834078202426709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-sad-to-see-my-whole-world-being.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116813704902699596</id><published>2007-01-07T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T10:30:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!! i miss blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so lets start on the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rdjan.wed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was quite ok though my classroom is like a pigeons hole. i'll try to get a picture of it.. yea all the teachers were mostly giving their introductions and all.. oh and we sat in the hall most of the time. talks after talks after talks. my god. my butt was like aching luh!and our form teacher is &lt;b&gt;mrs. serene ho&lt;/b&gt;! i tot it was gonna be disaster at first.. but she turned out to be pretty nice..&lt;br /&gt;yup. then after school went towning with maylin. went to buy the presents she need for samsam. HAHA and we were like trying to squeeze the boxers into the mug!! so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4thjan.thurs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok today was fine. no lessons. all introductions by teachers..&lt;br /&gt;went home bloody early today cos my darlings have lessons till late.. so slacked at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5thjan.fri&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese teacher was hilarious!! he's so cute! (but damn old la.)&lt;br /&gt;started lessons for chemistry.. phy was just going thru wad we wud be doing for the year..&lt;br /&gt;then after school went to j8 with mel and shaunna.. pictures later..&lt;br /&gt;went to get my sttionary and stuff for mommy..&lt;br /&gt;shaunna lost her &lt;u&gt;arenena ticket&lt;/u&gt; and almost went bonkers! she was like screaming into the fone and shrieking everywhere LOL. so brilliant me proposed to backtrack on our steps. it occured to me that the place it was most likely to drop was at the playground where i was cutting my cardboard. so we found it there. thanks to me *beams*&lt;br /&gt;yup then went home. wonka's accompanied me to the bus terminal to wait for my bus. cam-whored while waiting. took sooo many!!!&lt;br /&gt;here are some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/102595/Photo-0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/942883/Photo-0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/851826/Photo-0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/97822/Photo-0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/51405/Photo-0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/4647/Photo-0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6thjan.sat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked at mummy's office today.. made friend with this cute baby who turned one on sat. so adorable!!! back was aching mad!!was quite fun luh..  then went for ballet. haha i tot i was gonna be the only one, then darling sumei came. relieved man. so brintha as usual came like dangerously late. &lt;i&gt;she told me she was gonna come early!!!&lt;/i&gt; then yinghui and michelle came. as usual. michelle was filled with laughing gas!! hurhur. brintha was making everyone laugh yesterday. hilarious.   oh and my soft shoe ribbons were coming out!! and everyone was laughing so hard at it! it was threatening to fail on me and only hanging on to 2 weak threads!!! so throughout the whole of ballet class i was like refraining myself to point hard. and ms mccully was in a horrible mood. after ballet went to buy the taro turnovers for hannah and 6 staplers for mummy's office..&lt;br /&gt;then dinner was at bottleneck village. hate the food. chilli crab was disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116813704902699596?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116813704902699596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116813704902699596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116813704902699596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116813704902699596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-i-miss-blogging-ok-so-lets-start.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116789110506113775</id><published>2007-01-04T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:11:45.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world!!! i suddenly have the mood to post in point form so bear with me. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) ok so its like the 2nd day of school.&lt;br /&gt;firstly i would like to say my classroom is like a pigeon hole!! haha!! so cute!&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to get a picture of it just to prove how really small is it. + its in sucha hidden corner i'm sure noone would know even if my whole class died in it. well who ask my class to be so small. tsktsk. its good to be back in school with all my friends and all but i still miss the holidays!!! ok moving on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2) went out with maylin yestersday after school. went out for her to look for samsam's pressie. (haha!! samsam!) at the time i tried looking for mummy's gift but i guess i'v bought too much perfumes and jewelleries so i decided to do a D.I.Y i'll proudly take a picture and post it here when its done *beams*. oh andand.[ok u guys may not understand this part. but let me just post it for my pleasure.teehee] the funniest thing bout yesterday was when me and maylin were trying to stuff the boxers into the cup!! HAHA. we were practically squeezing it in!  making so much noise in the bookstore. then finally when i walked away, maylin managed to somehow shrink the boxer and it fitted perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3) chatted with my wonka's last night and decided to meet for lunch tomorrow to catch up. muahaha cant wait. (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4) recently, my body has been swelling. wierd huh. ok fist it started with blotches all over my knees and arms. this lasted for about a day and a half. then a few days later, my lips swelled and it totally looked like they were bee stung. for those who dont know. my lips are already quite think. so imagine how think they were after the swell. geesh! then just now after my bath, i realised my middle toe was swollen!! HAHA and cox i'v never heard of anyone who had a swollen toe b4, i decided to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/890019/haha!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/885159/haha%21.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha!! see that! 100% hilarious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok so i'm gonna stop crappin and go think of something else to do. adious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116789110506113775?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116789110506113775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116789110506113775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116789110506113775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116789110506113775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-world-i-suddenly-have-mood-to.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116770332088781042</id><published>2007-01-02T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:02:00.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! i know i'm late la..  but cannot blame me. i was away!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so like mummy me and han left on saturday morning.. reached batu pahat just in time for lunch..   so spent our day the typical batu pahat way which means food food food! lol then went to steam my hair.. then went for dinner..   took weeming gugu's car most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;can u guys imagine??? i still havent recovered frm my gastric flu!!  i cant eat dinner! it makes my stomache churn.&lt;br /&gt;so ok. the next day was food food food as usual.. then went for church with jessie(gugu's gf) and gugu. was kinda fun..  even celebrated my birthday. lol.   ok then went for food. duh!  bp is all about yummylicious food pleasee!! lol. then went to this seafood place near the lovers bridge. lol ok  so during dinner, i like couldnt eat again cox of my stomache. like all my crabs and prawns sitting in front of me yet i had no appitite to eat luh. so then gugu asked me if i wanted to go for a walk. and duh i rather go elsewhere than watch my seafood being gobblgewd up by everyone else rite. so we went. with rae, jann and hannah too. then we went to this fish pond thinggy where the size of each fish would be averagely about a 1.65m persons feet to his thigh! that huge!!  so it was said that if u were to be able to stroke the fish, it wud bring u good luck. so we reached and tried and tried and i finally touched it!!! slimy la!!   but i fell in love with it *beams*&lt;br /&gt;haha that sounds completly sick. wadev.&lt;br /&gt;so then we went on to the lovers bridge.&lt;br /&gt;dunno y they call it lovers bridge since it looks like somewhere nobody, let alone, lovers wud wanna go!! in the night, it looked exceptionaly creepy!!  like a bridge leading to nothingness and the fog blinding your sight. ahhhh. but chicken la everyone. rae din even dare to step on step futher into the bridge, hannah kept screaming and gugu kept giving nervous laughs. so theyw anted to turn back. i admit i myself was creeped out!! but we walked so far just to see this bridge, why turn around and walk away? its just a place filled with fog, nothing to be afraid of. so &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt; walked the bridge!! jann came along with me. seemed quite scary.. but i had to put a brave front for the small girl. so walked and walked. and then it turned out pretty nice.. jus the light of the lighthouse shining upon us and the cool winds of the sea blowing in our faces. so then i forced gugu and rae out (by then hannah was already running up and down the bridge lol) so i had to hold rae's hand ever so tightly and gugu was gripping my shoulder like his life depended on it. but it was soooo nice (=.&lt;br /&gt;k then we went bck for the new years countdown. i had 2 glasses of wine and dintg et drunk !!  haha! but i was damn red! something like this &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yup this spread across my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the next day, sent wm gugu off for his ns.. its only 2mnths in msia though..  then went for breakfast then dyed my hair back to my normal hair colour )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;heres wad i feel bout wm gugu ok. something that hit me that night when he was pumping patrol for the car:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i'v known his since i was like 5? and we wud play at the back of laoyi's house where the drains are. all day long we'd take turns being super models walking up and down the raised drain. i was taller than him at that time. but we still played so happily. the both of us were like so yound and gullible. then that night as i was in the front seat watching him pay for the patrol, it hit me on how fast we were growing up!! it was sof reaky! my mind flashed back to the backyard in laoyi's house and the drain with th sml fishes. then seeing him drive and pay for patrol was something i never expected to see. eeyeer so freaky! then when we sent him off at th bus station for his NS, the same thing occured. i keep thinking wm gugu was still the young and super model walk guy, but now, you see him carrying his huge bag up the bus for ns. just feels funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;well. his a note to him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;its jsut 2mths gugu. no biggy. you'll get over it easily.just take it as an adventure camp. when you come bak, you'll have the tannes you lack, the musles you want then you and jessie can go be the role couple for everyone!! haha! and of course i'll feel proud sitting in the front seat of your car. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116770332088781042?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116770332088781042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116770332088781042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116770332088781042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116770332088781042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-i-know-im-late-la.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116735991630013770</id><published>2006-12-29T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:38:36.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my internets working again!!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ok so. i fell sick on my birthday aka christmas.&lt;br /&gt;just cut the cake then went to visit the 3 laoyi's..&lt;br /&gt;so much for the saying "your birthday is your big day"&lt;br /&gt;then post christmas was nothing intresting..&lt;br /&gt;met up with aaron and hongrui the day before.. haha. was fun..&lt;br /&gt;was still sick.&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, mummy brought me for my b.h.i interview thing. but nah. i'm gonna reject it.&lt;br /&gt;they want me to buy my own set of make up for the course..  plus a pair of 3 inch heels for modelling lessons.   plyus i wont like get a project straight away.. i'v gotta go audition for the company who wants the advertisement or show.&lt;br /&gt;yea.. then went to the new cathey..  bought tickets for charlottes web..&lt;br /&gt;went for the movie..  haha was touching!&lt;br /&gt;then went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;mummy bought like 2 freaking sets of jewellery!!  then she bought a pair of shoulder duster earrings for me *beams*&lt;br /&gt;shopped round the place a bit more then mummy said we shud ge to &lt;i&gt;num&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;newurbanmale&lt;/u&gt; to take a look at the stuff.   but!  she went there for the guys! notice how the num staff are all hot guys. hawhaw.so went in and they were all so friendly. so mummy was like joking and teasing them and all. made them bring her so many flipflops to try but in the end she din get any. -.- so bad rite. but she bought me a pair of havaiana sandles and my sis a pair of havaiana heels. we were in the shop pratically till they closed the doors. hah!!&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. was so much fun with my dearest family yesterday. and as quoted by the num guy.&lt;br /&gt;"i have a modern mum (="   so cute la the way he said it.  &lt;br /&gt;HAHA ok sarah singing out. goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116735991630013770?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116735991630013770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116735991630013770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116735991630013770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116735991630013770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-internets-working-again-wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116711785598628243</id><published>2006-12-26T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:24:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoyo people of the world.&lt;br /&gt;ok the dumbest thing has just happened. i lost my memory card chip!!!   so like without that its quite impossible to upload all my pictures.     damn!!&lt;br /&gt;ok so my birthday sucked bigtime..&lt;br /&gt;fell sick in the morning..  so my birthday was fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;just cut my cake, then went to visit the three laoyi's and thats it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya my life is so boring now i shall stop talking to save your eyes frm rotting frm this post.&lt;br /&gt;lol back when i find my card reader&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116711785598628243?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116711785598628243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116711785598628243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116711785598628243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116711785598628243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/12/yoyo-people-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116693642867525949</id><published>2006-12-24T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:00:28.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHH I"M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm back frm camp. i guess no one even know i went! LOL&lt;br /&gt;ok so lets start frm way long ago when weeming gugu was in singapore ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool the next the day after the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;was super fun!!&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i sneaked rae in! muaha! we were all like standing at the counter, then suddenly the lady just lfted her head then asked me. erm is this girl here 16? lucky my response was fast enough so i just shot back with the confused expression. "erm ya of course." LOL i was lie laughing to myself cos i myself is not even close to 16!! like i'm only turning 15 tml? haha so ya that was coolness.&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics frm the pool-ing thing. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/636922/DSC00260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/75474/DSC00260.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/61385/DSC00280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/138249/DSC00280.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then after that we headed to the airport. slacked there then left to go to pasir ris for the dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, we went christmas shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;went to marina square...&lt;br /&gt;then the highlight of the day was the stop in macdonalds!!&lt;br /&gt;the guy serving us was super cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;ah! i was melting! i was so tempted to go up to him and ask to take aicture with him. but hah my guts failed me.&lt;br /&gt;so ya went around shopping after our pit stop at mac d (wad gugu calls macdonalds. i was so stoned at first when he said mac d.) then continued shopping. THEN we decided to head back to mac d again!!! HAHA!!! so went in and that guy was already changed back into his casual wear. but the wierd thing was that he was still hanging around the counter.&lt;br /&gt;so i was kinda glancing at him every one in 5 seconds kindda thing. haha!&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. and as we were walking in esplanade, this lady approached us and asked us to write our new year wishes on the ball that would be thrown into the waterbay front on the newyears countdow.. whee.&lt;br /&gt;so the pictured for that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/130088/DSC00317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/823304/DSC00317.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/498472/DSC00322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/104214/DSC00322.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day was sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm running out of time cos i'v got christmas gathering with family.&lt;br /&gt;so here's the plan. 'll just post all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/488003/DSC00366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/351616/DSC00366.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/209845/DSC00391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/793095/DSC00391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok!!! so i'v gotta go!!!&lt;br /&gt;continue with the rest when i come back later on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116693642867525949?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116693642867525949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116693642867525949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116693642867525949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116693642867525949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahhhhhh-im-back-ok-im-back-frm-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116611398091083643</id><published>2006-12-15T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:33:01.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the end.&lt;br /&gt;i'v decided that i have to forget bout this crush.&lt;br /&gt;causing me too much pain and heartaches. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but its a pity cox i really do love him. i felt tonight. when finally we talked, it was like a rainbow painted over me. i was jumping and so delighted. i know i love him. i just do. but wad to do? i'm sucha fucking wimp. dont even dare to open my mouth to confess.&lt;br /&gt;like that lo. just let something i was so sure of go. silly but ya a drop of tear is like dropping down my face now. and now a whole puddle.&lt;br /&gt;to think i devoted so much time. ahh!! i'm so fucking stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;now just thinking of the "so much" that has happened since the beggining of the year..  its so sad that i have to forget it all. its like this cow has been a part of my life all these while. and he's been on my mind all the while. now just forcing him out just seems so bloody hard and dumb after all the devotion. but i gues it has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;if i just had a chance to tell him how i felt it would be great. haha but thats just me dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;now its so hard to keep the tears frm flowing espacially with weeming gugu beside me making it impossible to just burst out crying like that. ah this is so painful!!&lt;br /&gt;why did i even fall in the first place??&lt;br /&gt;some people may tell me to just continue persisting and that karma would work its way and it will all come back to me.. but i dont feel the same. karma is just another excuse for someone to keep holding on.&lt;br /&gt;ok i think there is no need for me to continue with this post. i'm giving up without even trying and thats fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i failed because i never tried. let this be just the one big setback and mistake i'v made so far.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE &lt;u&gt;COW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;HELLO SARAH NOW SINGLE AVAILABLE AND SITTING IN CAFES LOOKING AT GUYS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;loveyouso. it will never change. the part of my heart that was for you will always be there. now just let me delete my memory from you. maybe restore it in a different prospect. bye cow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116611398091083643?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116611398091083643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116611398091083643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116611398091083643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116611398091083643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-end.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116602980533045814</id><published>2006-12-14T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:10:05.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm crying for someone worthless again.&lt;br /&gt;cow stop doing this to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116602980533045814?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116602980533045814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116602980533045814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/286354/Photo-0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pictures not in order!! i screwed the whole bloody thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/440773/Photo-0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/217121/Photo-0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and rae in the wedding thinggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/520789/Photo-0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/379396/Photo-0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/399913/DSC00186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and lovely tuayi *whoot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/399913/DSC00186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/45882/DSC00186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/850652/DSC00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin muack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neices with the batupahat queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/937238/DSC00192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/406904/DSC00192.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/883623/DSC00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/883623/DSC00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/685050/DSC00179.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeming gugu aka shawn aka mr batupahat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/732534/Photo-0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/953320/Photo-0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/732534/Photo-0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and yiyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/534586/Photo-0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/51663/Photo-0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me mummy hanah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/274764/DSC00221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/343266/DSC00221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overpouring of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/648296/Photo-0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/21133/Photo-0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116598218306656003?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116598218306656003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116598218306656003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116598218306656003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116598218306656003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-not-in-order-i-screwed-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116579904132712121</id><published>2006-12-11T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:55:05.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodmorning world!!!&lt;br /&gt;todays post is gonna be longlonglooong!!&lt;br /&gt;updating bout yesterday and taiwan trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; the pictures frm taiwan are still rotting in mummy's fone. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was ultra fun.&lt;br /&gt;woke up ealy to help tidy house..&lt;br /&gt;then went out for lunch with cousins and all..&lt;br /&gt;then went j8 to shop a bit for mummy's stuff.. then went home to play!!1 ahah! had so much fun with rae!!&lt;br /&gt;then we recieved the call that laoyi's and all have arrived.. so we went to meet them then followed by dinner.&lt;br /&gt;oh b4 that i gotta vent this out. i cried in th car like crazy cox of mummy. laoyi and all were lost and i was trying to help so i just whispered something bearly audible to mummy and she shot back "SARAH CAN YOU SHUT UP!!" omg i was boiling. its so bitchy!!! just shotting at me like these. and!! i'm sure i din affect any hearing or anything pls!! then when she put down the fone i explained to her why i told her wad i did and how i expected it to help.. but no she refused to admit she was in the wrong and continued talking to the other kids like i din exist. i was crying and shaking so badly and my eyeliner was smudging and i was so afraid when i got the car to meet them.. i was afraid mummy would start telling everyone how thinggy i was. hah but mummy was guilty. she tried talking to me and all. so ya. i just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;irritating la sometimes.. i know it wasnt my fault.&lt;br /&gt;okok then we went out for dinner.. then went to rae's house to slack..&lt;br /&gt;here's some pictres frm yest. b4 i go on about taiwan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/316480/Photo-0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/504962/Photo-0105.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/952918/Photo-0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/933416/Photo-0115.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/339097/Photo-0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/104160/Photo-0113.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/339097/Photo-0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/409975/Photo-0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/396402/Photo-0116.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now for taiwan..&lt;br /&gt;ok so like on the first night mumm's distributer brought us for bubble tea .. they say the ones in singapore &lt;b&gt;suck&lt;/b&gt; and i totally agree now!! even their milk tea there is way better than the ones here..&lt;br /&gt;their bubbles are like soft yet not soggy so ya ultimately, it rocks!! wahaha&lt;br /&gt;then the next day we went up into the mountains..&lt;br /&gt;went to a beer brewery.. at my first taiwan sausage.. honestly, i dont really like it.. all hard and oily..&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to visit the 921 1999 earthquake affected sites..&lt;br /&gt;we even went into one of the houses affected by the quake.&lt;br /&gt;goodness! once you step into the house, you go weak!! your whole head spins and its so hard to walk!! but it was cool la..&lt;br /&gt;ok then we went to the amusement park there..&lt;br /&gt;during one of the tribal performances, this hot guy performing actually asked me up to perform with him!! i was like so happy!! LOL then he even held my hand all.. and now i miss him so.. &lt;u&gt;my dearest tribal sweetheart &lt;br /&gt;ok then we checked into out hotel in the mountains.. haha so cool!!&lt;br /&gt;next morning went hiking..&lt;br /&gt;but the funniest thing was!! i din have my sport shoes!!! and i climbed the freaking mountain in my pumps!! haha! it was so hilarious!! but the hike was damn fun!!&lt;br /&gt;then we headed back to taichung..&lt;br /&gt;in the evening went to their night market.. which is like a permanent pasa malam. (is that how its spelt??) ok bough a few thinggys..&lt;br /&gt;the next day was spent at the museum and shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok next we headed down to taipei..&lt;br /&gt;the days there were just shopping shopping shopping.. so wad describes shoping better than shopping???? SHOPPING!!! muahaha!! ok so here my trip to taiwan (= tried to summarize it as much as possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;missed you all the while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but coming back to singapore made everything go bad again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116579904132712121?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116579904132712121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116579904132712121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116579904132712121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116579904132712121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodmorning-world-todays-post-is-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116574026426492403</id><published>2006-12-10T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:44:24.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i got distracted the whole of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;but first let me talk about  matter that has affected me for 10years. and that is my sister.&lt;br /&gt;ignore this is u want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe we are of the same blood. to be even connected to her is the biggest curse in the world.&lt;br /&gt;the sight of her when she gives those fucking-disgusting-think-she-knows-it-all-look turns me off. she makes my blood boil. her voice makes my head spin. her presence makes my skin tighten. to think i share the air i breathe with her makes me never want to breathe again. &lt;br /&gt;and to think all these while i'v been caring and showing all my concern.&lt;br /&gt;all she ever takes me for is someone who takes care of her when mummy's gone.&lt;br /&gt;someone who comes as a last resort. someone whom she thinks she can take advantage of just because i'm older and have to give in to her. somebody tell me are all sister like this? is this how a sister is supposed to be? no fucking respect at all. she never ever thinks of my needs or my prefrences. everything revolves around her.&lt;br /&gt;she has to be right in everything.&lt;br /&gt;everytime she hurts me. all i hear is a little squeak of &lt;i&gt;"sorry"&lt;/i&gt; and thats all i get. after that she expects things to go back to normal. she expects me to forget the pain she has inflicted on me. while on the other hand, i get hell even if i so much as touch her a little harder than supposed to. what? she's the queen? do i owe her anything? now even my usage of the computer has to revolve around her. my mother, who refuses to get wireless so we can all get to use the computer at the same time has just set a rule that each person only gets 45mins to use the computer at each time. what fucking logic is this?? like please. all she ever does is to go to her stupid 456.net to play those disgusting games which i think she enjoys only because she can steal the computer away from me even it if were for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;now thats like only one small part of everything.&lt;br /&gt;her leaving her plates unwashed and expecting me to clear it up for her. and she never gets the blame. i mean never. the next thing i know is mummy screaming at me saying i'v left dishes around. for heavens sake, sometimes its obvious i'm not the one because i'v already had lunch outside. yet in mummy's eyes everything is me. hanah is the angel with no faults.&lt;br /&gt;another thing, the study table. just about 4months ago the both of us quite had enough of each other as we were sharing the study table and her stuff would always end up occupying 3/4 of the table. so we divided the table into half. i was to keep my side clean while she keep hers. all these while i'v been clearing up maing sure my table is not in a mess. but once i lift my eyes to look over at her side, its filled with papers stacked so high it blocks my view of the window. when i tell her nicely, hanah can you please clear your table. she answers , its not your side why should you care. wtf. this is why now i dont even give a hoot if there are insects crawling all over her table, or snakes sleeping on her chair.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to go on about her i think i will never end.&lt;br /&gt;comparing the times in taiwan and now. i cannot believe things has changed so much. we were the perfect sisters in taiwan. making sure we each had enough to eat, when i fell sick she gave up her seats for me. and now everything is the complete opposite. is singapore really hating me or is my sister some disgusting split personality person.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is i cannot believe we are of the same genes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116574026426492403?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116574026426492403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116574026426492403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116574026426492403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116574026426492403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-so-i-got-distracted-whole-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116567710621106586</id><published>2006-12-09T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:11:46.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALL HAIL SARAH THE GREAT!! SHE'S BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;hah wadev. anyway i enjyed taiwan tremendously. and now i wish i never had to leave taiwan. )= it was so trouble free and nice. plus the people there are 100% polite and very friendly! the only bummer was i fell sick .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so for those who think all my details on my taiwan trip will be a total bore for u can just ignore this post.&lt;br /&gt;oh! F.Y.I all the pics i took will not be posted in this post cox the digi cam is missing!! and the ones taken with mummy's fone is in her computer so ya. wait for the pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok great now mummys chasing me to bed!!! i havent even finished 1/10 of my post wtf!!! nvm i'll continue tml morning. goodnite starshine(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116567710621106586?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116567710621106586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116567710621106586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116567710621106586'/><link rel='self' 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shopping.&lt;br /&gt;in the evening went for dinner with family then home to et ready for tml..&lt;br /&gt;for those ho dont know.. i'll be away till the 7 of december..&lt;br /&gt;ok so thats about it.. see u guys when i get back ..  have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss you. so much. how i wish i have the courage to say i love you. cos i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont dare to think about next year and how different it would be..the truth hurts and i dont wanna know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all the fears stuck in me. its just too much. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116464542100663763?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116454748875917175</id><published>2006-11-26T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:24:48.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish things can go back to what it was last time.&lt;br /&gt;now all i can do is watch things fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this. i really hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116454748875917175?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116454748875917175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was slacking the whole of friday.&lt;br /&gt;ok then in the evening went to cousins house for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;the spread was good (=&lt;br /&gt;then mummy , tuayi , yiyi and aunty joyce went off for their weekly taiji.&lt;br /&gt;spent the time slacking cox i couldnt see anything.&lt;br /&gt;there was something wrong with my eyes. they were stinging the whole day cox of my lenses.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to take them off and love without glasses.&lt;br /&gt;it actually felt good to see everything in a blurr.&lt;br /&gt;then watched the 90clock show with me sitting my face stuck on the tv screen so i could see. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;then mummy called us to go down and home.&lt;br /&gt;while me and sis were waiting for her, we saw this drunked man. and the worst thing was that he stoped about 200m from us and puked!! gross!!&lt;br /&gt;headed home then watched survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;251106&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;exactly one month to my birthday!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the morning at home..&lt;br /&gt;then in the afternoon went to mummy's office to help out abit.&lt;br /&gt;then mummy sent me for ballet. x)&lt;br /&gt;will be missing ballet for the next two weeks cox i'm out of the country and rebonding my hair.&lt;br /&gt;ok so then i bus-ed to &lt;u&gt;hairlaw&lt;/u&gt; to look for mummy cox she was doing her hair.&lt;br /&gt;she permed!! just a little at the back so there is abit of volume..&lt;br /&gt;turned out reallly nice!! and aunty audray quoted me quite a good price for my rebonding.. so its goodbye &lt;s&gt;craftsmode&lt;/s&gt; and hello &lt;u&gt;hairlaw&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. joked a bit in the hairsalon with aunty audray then went for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;then home.. mummy decided we shud watch a movie, so we watched ice princess&lt;i&gt;courtasy of maylin, she lent me the disc but one of my dvd players couldnt play it and cox uncle danny fixed the other one for me , now the cd is playable *beams*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then rolled around in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEWS FLASH: I'LL BE AWAY FRM 28 NOVEMBER - 7 DEEMBER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116450754461209461?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116450754461209461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116450754461209461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116450754461209461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116450754461209461'/><link 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times.&lt;br /&gt;k then after that went for dinner (or was it dinner? wierd time) at long johns..&lt;br /&gt;walked around abit then went home.&lt;br /&gt;had funfunfun (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met wenyi in the morning then went for &lt;i&gt;big breakfast&lt;/i&gt; at mac's.&lt;br /&gt;then talked and walked to her club.&lt;br /&gt;went gyming for almost an hour followed by jacuzzi then steam room.&lt;br /&gt;ahh it was so fun (=&lt;br /&gt;met maylin after that.. watched her eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;then went for bowling.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/1600/815108/Photo-0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3834/1357/320/906119/Photo-0071.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i left for home and the other 2 went back to school to buy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home and things got bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;i dont know why i even bother to on the computer now. it just maked me feel so fed up everytime i see u online and your so near yet so far.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. got bathed and changed then went off for thanksgiving dinner with family..&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to take pictures. dumb or wad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116433330527570084?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116433330527570084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so today was a bit better than yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;woke up watched the sme videos as yesterday again then painted my nails, had lunch then com-ed all the way.&lt;br /&gt;oh watched a few videos on &lt;u&gt;youtube&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mummy called.. told me we might be going to taiwan for our holiday!! whoots! ya so i dont really know wad there is there except the fact that f4 comes frm there. so did some research and it actually seemed like quite an intresting place. theres night shopping!! ok that attracted me the most.&lt;br /&gt;so then mummy said the reason we were going there are cox her taiwan customers are in town and have been asking her to visit the place. they said they'll bring us around a bit. so ya we'r going out for seafood (yum!) dinner tonight to discuss about it.&lt;br /&gt;mummy asked me to book jumbo seafood tonight. heres how the conversation went as i booked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staff- hello! this is jumbo *stutterstutter*sssseafood rrestaurant.&lt;br /&gt;me- hi! i wud like to make a booking for four this evening at 7 o clock&lt;br /&gt;staff- ok under you name please?&lt;br /&gt;me- ok its &lt;u&gt;sarah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staff- erm larah?&lt;br /&gt;me- erm no sarah ,s-a-r-a-h&lt;br /&gt;staff- oh ok sharah.&lt;br /&gt;(at this point i was stuck in between laughing or being pissed with the staff  LOL)&lt;br /&gt;me- hah nonono its S-A-R-A-H SARAH&lt;br /&gt;staff-(obviously giving up) oh ok then miss, ur booking is set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;notice how she changed frm using my name to miss. hah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after this episode mummy suddenly calls and says she though of somewhere else for seafood and requested for me to cancel the reservation. so i was like -.-&lt;br /&gt;called again. dunno if it was the same lady BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staff- jumbo seafood restaurant , hello!!&lt;br /&gt;me- helloo.. i need to cancel a reservation i made earlier under my name &lt;u&gt;sarah&lt;/u&gt; at 7pm please&lt;br /&gt;staff- ok hold on i'll help u cancel ur 7 people reservation.&lt;br /&gt;(i was like wtf?? dun dig ur ears?)&lt;br /&gt;me- nonono! hold on hold on!! its a reservation for 4 PEOPLE but at 7 o clock!!&lt;br /&gt;staff- ohoh.. ok then hold on sharish.&lt;br /&gt;(i was so stoned with all these wrong pronounciation i just gave up and waited)&lt;br /&gt;staff- erm i dont have a reservation for the name sharish , miss&lt;br /&gt;me- ya obviously cox my name is SARAH. ya s-a-r-a-h. can u pls check again haha..&lt;br /&gt;staff- o sarah huh.. okok gimmi a mo. ok ur reservation is cancelled thank u for calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness! wads up with my name? why cant they get it right??&lt;br /&gt;mines like one of the common names u have here and yet they take so long just to get my name right.&lt;br /&gt;LOL imagine someone named genevieve. or gereldine or jaqueline.  they'll have sucha big prob. tsktsk&lt;div 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WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116403338158018079</id><published>2006-11-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:36:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sooo sad )= sososo sad!!&lt;br /&gt;so todays post is gonna be a total bore. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;woke up, fixed dvd player.&lt;br /&gt;watched :&lt;br /&gt;-ice princess&lt;br /&gt;-perfect man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stoned on the com. &lt;s&gt;it was bad. nothing happened. i was just wasting electricity&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to kong's house. horrible. nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;spent 15mins deciding wad colour nail polish i shud get.&lt;br /&gt;tuayi gave me a pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116403338158018079?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116403338158018079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116403338158018079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116403338158018079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116403338158018079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;ahh channing tatum is hot!!&lt;br /&gt;and the movie is good. ok for those who like dancing, this is a must watch. gogogo!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3834/1357/1600/step%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3834/1357/320/step%20up.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent today with cousins..&lt;br /&gt;went towning with mommy and cousins oh and hannah(sister)&lt;br /&gt;bought a top in zara. i'm absolutely upset as the striped top that i saw just 2 weeks ago in zara is gone. yup gone , poofed in the air no more in sight. ahhh so dissapointing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanksgiving dinner on thursday (=&lt;div 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WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116384864950489581</id><published>2006-11-18T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:17:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hating my life rite now.&lt;br /&gt;its boring and lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;woke up late today..  spent most of my time on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;i'v been piging out la. gorging myself with all the food i can lay my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;thats why you'll see the huge amount of fats piling on me.&lt;br /&gt;gah. hated every moment of today. ok except ballet. was surprisingly fun today though i'm &lt;u&gt;ass&lt;/u&gt;-ing tired now.&lt;br /&gt;ok i can keep up with 3/4 of the class now and i feel i can control my body better now. my arabesque legs are holding better at 90 degrees. wheets~ all th way sarah.&lt;br /&gt;then had dinner with aunty &lt;i&gt;wang&lt;/i&gt; and hannah at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;see more fattening food.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed home and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;ok i really needa go to the jacuzzi. my legs are hurting. ttooodlless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: u guys may choose to ignore this bottom half of the post. its just me ranting about my boring life and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; all these time i'v been holding on for god knows why. telling myself my devotion would pay off.&lt;br /&gt;then i decided some few weeks ago i was just wasting my time and i should carry on with life. going to school was so painful as the scenes were played before me whether i liked it or not. when the holidays came i was soo relieved and happy. i started to let go bit by bit. but now, because of some events, my stubborn heart has settled itself to being devoted &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt; and i'm pissed.  i dont understand why i have to be put through the torture of loving without result. like i keep giving but never ever get to take. this world is selfish. cant they balance things up a bit? at least let everything happen for a reason. rather than leaving me pondering on whether or not i'm doing the right thing by loving something so unmoved. i'm so pathetic cox i tell my self the obstacle is worthless and i shud just let go everytime it doesnt talk or respond. but then i relent again once it starts making jokes and making me feel its only me its relating to. then i think of the stuff that happened in school and find that i'v been wasting my time on it. i feel like an idiot. like an insane phsyco freak. like someone who's mind about to be blown. like i'm in a mental state of mind &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116377257624044027</id><published>2006-11-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:09:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i'm feeling really terrible now )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backtracking on tha past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;151106&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went out with jeremy and leon in the afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;went to yamaha then went to play pool.&lt;br /&gt; lol was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;got home then spent time rotting away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;161106&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh the sad thing bout holidays is the boredom.. so spent my day at home doing nothing..&lt;br /&gt;in the evening went for dinner with &lt;u&gt;tuayi&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;rae&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;jann&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played tabletennis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;171106&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with maylin today..&lt;br /&gt;went to her house first and she cooked lunch. omg cant believe it but she whipped up a 3 course lunch lei. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm feeling pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i feel enormously fat.&lt;br /&gt;to add on to that i had maggie mee for lunch which makes things even worse&lt;br /&gt;and also my current thinggy with __ isnt too good.&lt;br /&gt;gah. why does life have to be so miserable. i really really need pampering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116377257624044027?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116377257624044027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent been blogging for sooo long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok forget bout wad happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;heres the latest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for the last time this yr.. sad! ok anyway.&lt;br /&gt;had eng enrichment report book then picture taking..&lt;br /&gt;post the pics later i guess.&lt;br /&gt;then came home to get ready , met wenyi then went to dye hair. lol supposed to be red but turned out a different colour. kinda satisfied though.. next is my long awaited rebonding to get rid of those oh-so-irritating curls..&lt;br /&gt;ok then me and wenyi shopped round tp central and even had "holland village nasi lemak" haha.&lt;br /&gt;then bus-ed home. went out for macdonald with mummy then home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch the c boys match today. we won (= ok met a new friend.. maylin's v'ball mate. jowell! ok she's nice!&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to j8 with may and jowell.. shopped round, went to language centre cox jowell needed sto settle something with the library there then back to j8 to look for ym nail polish then back home..&lt;br /&gt;may and me had wonderful lunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3834/1357/1600/Photo-0050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3834/1357/320/Photo-0050.0.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see!! lol kim chi maggie mee + taiwan spicy chicken + seeweed + egg crepe + may's breakfast burger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then we watched &lt;u&gt;willy wonka&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;13 going on 30&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted awhile 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I'M GONNA MISS YOU!!!  GOODLUCK TO EVERYONE AND REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES WE'V HAD AS A CLASS. TAKE CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FOREVER IN MY HEART&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116349858769179549?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116349858769179549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116349858769179549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116349858769179549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116349858769179549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-havent-been-blogging-for-sooo-long.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116317279872264794</id><published>2006-11-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:33:18.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feared correctly.&lt;br /&gt;now its time to drop it.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it would hit me like this.&lt;br /&gt;everything that i thought was just my imagination has been right all along.&lt;br /&gt;sarah. tell yourself he's not worth ok?&lt;br /&gt;just drop it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116317279872264794?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116317279872264794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116317279872264794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116317279872264794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116317279872264794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feared-correctly.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116212709034220485</id><published>2006-10-29T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:04:50.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored to the max!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm. anyway.. friday went out with the girls (=&lt;br /&gt;was fun. but din really buy anything cept for a bangle. nicenice hah!&lt;br /&gt;oh and people! eat &lt;i&gt;subway&lt;/i&gt; i havent had it in a loong time and now i confirm it has nice toasted sandwiches made right in front of your eyes. haha!! ok and for people who like &lt;u&gt;big&lt;/u&gt; scoop of ice cream for their dessert, go to the one beside world of sports in cine.. their scoop is enormous so mel had to finish it for me cox she had none.&lt;br /&gt;k then spent the night watching my korean drama..  its so sad but nice.&lt;br /&gt;saturday.. woke up bathes then went to mummy's office to wait for her to finish interviewing her new staffs..  then we went off for lunch at the &lt;u&gt;bottle tree village&lt;/u&gt; food was nothing great but its an ok place la..&lt;br /&gt;then went for ballet. ms mccully put me at the centre bar again-.- and i was scared out of my wits. she kept saying "sarah! pull up!! comeon! dont sag in your body!!! i wanna see the stretch!" little did she know that my newly cut throat was so needing some water and i was trying to not get sucha tiring workout cox i was afriad my throat would be too dry. HAHA but ballet was fun la. dunno wad i wud do without having the formal training on the pirouettes and all.&lt;br /&gt;then in the evening was HALLOWEEN PARTY!!! haha!! so i made up then helped rae make up then went for &lt;i&gt;trick or treating&lt;/i&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh the funniest thing is darryl gu-gu completlt tricked me!! there was this house who was giving really cute chocolate eyeballs in a cauldron so even though i wasnt in any haloween costumes, i asked the girl if i could have one and she said yes.. so then i stood by the side of the road then tried unwrapping the eyeball LOL but it couldnt come off! so i was thinking, ok maybe its those coated icing chocolate balls. then i told darryl : "eh!! cannot open !! why?why?" then he said "no, this chocolate is meant to be eaten like that" so with the thought that it really was coated with icing , i bit into it and to my horror!! it had a wrapper!! pshh!! how dumb! LOL so then in the end he had to make do with my saliva and help me peel open the wrapper. hah. the choc was nice.&lt;br /&gt;then to day just slacked at home then went for an evening stroll with mum and sis.&lt;br /&gt;oh and my someone took my moms cashcard frm my moms car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116212709034220485?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116212709034220485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116212709034220485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116212709034220485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116212709034220485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-bored-to-max-ok-nvm.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116191004122251543</id><published>2006-10-27T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:47:21.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so things haven been good. not at all. in fact its been disaster all the while.&lt;br /&gt;BUT who cares??????????   im super duper hyper and high!!! LOL i keep laughing.&lt;br /&gt;its probably my way of forgetting everything. so like ya, i think acting happy really helps take the pain away cox then you dont think f you unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday left house for hougang mall to meet darlings (= we'r all gonna be promoted!! YAY. had fish porridge thanks to myunhealed throat. ANDANDSND the fish porridge sucked!! the rice was all clumped up together and they call it porridge. its more like rice soaked in soup. + the fish was like sotong. so chewy!! RAH!! haha . so anyway, wlaked round abit then saw michelle chia and mark lee in their new hair salon &lt;b&gt;twister&lt;/b&gt;. so then maylin had to leave for training, then me and wenyi decided to go compass while meijun on the other hand, went home.&lt;br /&gt;so we all bus-ed to school then me and wenyi continued bus-ing to compass..&lt;br /&gt;was bloody hungry cox the dumb porridge was horrible. so we walkwalkwalk then went into the library to borrow my book (= !!  then went ot buy waffle. i had to have mine a little soggy so it woudnt hurt my throat. then left to go meet mummy and han at amk central.. for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;ha ramen and as usual i coullndt finish cox it was hurting my throat. so i left half the bowl there looking at me pitifuly )= haha then we went into courts to buy mummy's vacuum cleaner for her office. the sales man was kinda good so mummy bought the vacuum cleaner in like 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;skipskipskipskip.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm here typing lol oh and looking forward to my outing with mel and shauna later (= miss them like sssoooo much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116191004122251543?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116191004122251543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116191004122251543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116191004122251543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116191004122251543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-things-haven-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>I WILL NOT SAY WHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526314253766487548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116150515714121442</id><published>2006-10-22T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:19:17.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yea. i said i din care anymore. and its true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i'll still have the memories to keep. but its hurting me that the memories were so beautiful and now this is wads left. i'v gotta try to live my days like this was never a part of my life. how? for the past months it has been. it has grown in me. i looked forward to it like something so sacred. something precious and now its crumbled down to tiny bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like i tell myself there can be explantions.. but this seems too long and too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont wanna get hurt any further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe this is a good time to forget it all. a long break is arriving and maybe this separation can be a good thing so the loss would not be as bad as it would be when the break arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its not hurting as much as i expected it to.. so is this a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i shouldnt think too much anymore. let this just be a phase i'll grow out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15061641.post-116133863754539855</id><published>2006-10-20T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:04:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok firstly i would like to thank all those wonderful people who visited me at the hospital (=&lt;br /&gt;ya my op din involve any risk yet u all came so like that was so touching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thanks for visiting!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maylin wenyi meijun irene pooty leon aaron wenan fariz sherman akmal-momo yiyi uncle danny rae jann tuayi uncla alan aunty may daryll gugu melanie and shauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thanks for the pressies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah!!my sis- strawberry short cake huge balloon!!&lt;br /&gt;aunty dolly- birds nest (though i dont like it =/)&lt;br /&gt;momo sherman fariz-moomoo cow + the nice card&lt;br /&gt;darlings-for the beautiful flowers&lt;br /&gt;tuayi-for dinner&lt;br /&gt;yiyi-for the ice cream&lt;br /&gt;mummy-for the flowers (=&lt;br /&gt;auntymay- for the famous amos cookies muffins and busicuit lollipops&lt;br /&gt;jeremyteo- the six songs over msn lol. ya thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the encouraging msges!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huixin&lt;br /&gt;benedict&lt;br /&gt;bernie&lt;br /&gt;momo&lt;br /&gt;wenyi&lt;br /&gt;maylin&lt;br /&gt;pooty&lt;br /&gt;jeremyteo&lt;br /&gt;melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now i'm feeling like shit as i haven been able to have a decent meal for a looong time.&lt;br /&gt;got admitted at bout 2+ on wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;could eat whatever i wanted so stuffed loads of food down..&lt;br /&gt;my lucky number 8516&lt;br /&gt;ward 85 bed 16..&lt;br /&gt;had the whole room to myself for one night..&lt;br /&gt;was cautioned my last meal before my op dat (191006) was to be at 12.00 midnite.&lt;br /&gt;so ate till that moment harhar..&lt;br /&gt;was kinda scary the room.&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the night thinking i saw a nun then couldnt go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the next day was spent with me fearing as the time ticked by slowly and soon i was called to the operatiion theatre (O.T)&lt;br /&gt;got changed then proceeded to the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;soon this friendly nurse came and brought my to my designated threatre. i got up the operating table then they stared injecting me with the anestasia. din even know when i blacked out. woke up in the recovery room.. urse covered me up in warm blankets.. felt throat throbbing a little.. was a bit groggy.&lt;br /&gt;then got wheeled back to my ward.&lt;br /&gt;i was so surprised to hear mummy say that my friends were in my ward.&lt;br /&gt;was very touched..&lt;br /&gt;then spent the time talking to them..&lt;br /&gt;the pain wasnt that bad then..  culd talk and eat pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;in the night, when mel and shauna visited, it was a bit more painful and by the time yiyi and all came i couldnt even talk.  &lt;br /&gt;slept welll. woke up in the morning with throat hurting even more&lt;br /&gt;couldnt eat. even the appetising maggie mee didnt go down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ritey enuf bout the op.&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot to mention my wonderful outing with my darlings to sentosa a day b4 the op!!!!&lt;br /&gt;our glorious dinner at esplanade! i'll update more on that when i have the mood lol.&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time speedy recovery for me yea!!&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116133863754539855?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116133863754539855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick i'm sick i'm sick i'm sick i'm sick i'm sick i'm sick i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww this feels terrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to imm with mummy yesterday to buy some of her office stuf.. half way through i felt my whole body aching like crazy! then felt damn it cold. so like mummy took some shawl frm the store to cover me lol..&lt;br /&gt;on the way to go for rae's hightea lunch slept in the car.. the high tea was great..&lt;br /&gt;there was this waiter though, hilarious shit!!  when i walked in, he looked at me so i smiled back, i think he tot that was some kind of trigger or wad.. once my cup of water went lower than 3/4 of the cup he'll come to refill it for me. somemore he'd bend over until his chest is like forced in my face kinds thing. i couldnt help laughing!! then there was this time i went to get more food from the buffet table, he almost talked to me. lukily i just quickly took the food then walked off to the table. like whats his problem lol!! scary!  if he was cute or somthing then i would be like yay!! but this one was barly handsome or what. not completly unsightly but not cute. ya i dunno wad im babbling about.&lt;br /&gt;ao anyway, woke up today in cold sweat thanks to my flu.. argghh i wanna get well )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15061641-116088782562364230?l=redmartinis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redmartinis.blogspot.com/feeds/116088782562364230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15061641&amp;postID=116088782562364230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15061641/posts/default/116088782562364230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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