<?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-16962176</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:49:24.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ [ . - S i z z l I n g - . ] ]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-3749730522438899354</id><published>2007-03-26T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T18:09:17.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had been rather busy.&lt;br /&gt;And now.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SICK!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I having sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst sickness for me is sore throat!&lt;br /&gt;I can get anything.&lt;br /&gt;You gimme fever, I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;You gimme ulcer, I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;But not sore throat!!&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even talk cause it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I am gonna get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know where to start blogging them down.&lt;br /&gt;But life is good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-3749730522438899354?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/3749730522438899354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=3749730522438899354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3749730522438899354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3749730522438899354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-been-rather-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-578787963609531422</id><published>2007-03-25T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T03:27:43.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished my performance.&lt;br /&gt;Another small Ruan Zu performance.&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling is like totally different.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Pei Ru, Pei Yu, Shin Yi, Yan Ting (although I see her everyday), Mei Qi, Yi Ling, Chen Cheng and all the others in Ruan Zu.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Played Yue Guang today.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling really is totally different.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at us playing when we are on stage.&lt;br /&gt;No smiles.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when the old batch of us play that song, we were really enjoying ourselves and into the music.&lt;br /&gt;We are smiling to each other and there is a connection among us.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my string broke on stage!&lt;br /&gt;First time in my whole 12 years of playing and performing Ruan.&lt;br /&gt;Had the shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope the old batch of us can perform like old times again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-578787963609531422?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/578787963609531422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=578787963609531422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/578787963609531422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/578787963609531422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-finished-my-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-3989822817587919898</id><published>2007-03-11T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:59:05.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sitting in my new chair, typing away on my lappy that is on my new cosy desk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family went to Ikea and spent almost $800 on lights and everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So happy la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I practically have my own corner now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my left is the wall which I mounted my own cork board to put up notices and pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my left os my beloved keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am gonna save up and buy another better one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have stereo Bose speakers which I can play music with a stereo surrounding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And behind me is my guitar and Zhong Ruan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Cosy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my favourites surrounding me while I work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which reminds me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am teaching tuition now la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nervous. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's amazing how things are going so well in my life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lala has been my accompanion nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents know about Lala too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is a HUGE relief to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I don't have to hide things from them anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And can just live a life without white lies and lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things really go your way when you are truely happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-3989822817587919898?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/3989822817587919898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=3989822817587919898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3989822817587919898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3989822817587919898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-sitting-in-my-new-chair-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-4440176789916906300</id><published>2007-03-11T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T08:08:36.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ce_DxJFdgM4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ce_DxJFdgM4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Way Back IntoLove.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud  above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just  can't seem to move on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams  away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside  time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus: [Both]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through  without a way back into love  Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching  but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the  signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul  somewhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me throught the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some  direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus: [Both]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I  want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a  way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping  you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I  don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need  inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do  is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into  love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do  And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the  end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-4440176789916906300?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/4440176789916906300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=4440176789916906300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/4440176789916906300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/4440176789916906300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/03/way-back-intolove.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-3451691587894146863</id><published>2007-03-11T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:28:52.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Suntec's IT fair today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO MANY PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even see spaces in between people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone all cramped together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No space to walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone like playing "Bumper Cars".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, walked around with Lala and friend, Zac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily they are tall enough, if not I will get lost la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked around for quite some time, they bought a thumbdrive each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Zac went off with Bryan for another round of "Bumper Cars", while Lala and me gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Lala and me went to Bugis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanting to catch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But timings not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At around 7 plus, Lala and me went to meet Lala's primary school friends for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good food, cheap prices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat until I was damn full la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I like the food. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then slacked at Lala's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait till tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meeting Lala again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-3451691587894146863?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/3451691587894146863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=3451691587894146863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3451691587894146863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3451691587894146863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-suntecs-it-fair-today.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-1347470956415343765</id><published>2007-03-08T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:34:26.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am missing my friends so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need some love from my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life nowadays had been a rollarcoaster ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But everything's in place now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just that I hope the retards can talk to me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New begining with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-1347470956415343765?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/1347470956415343765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=1347470956415343765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/1347470956415343765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/1347470956415343765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-missing-my-friends-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-7528122876672858858</id><published>2007-02-17T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T06:07:14.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good. Everything's in control now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chinese new year totally save my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't have to go to work for 4 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last day of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too boring and tiring for my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta rest them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven been blogging much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things has been rather confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a whirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my baobei, my honey, my boyfriend, my darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need all of you la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De Xin is leaving soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the middle of the night on sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sad la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone's leaving me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta cheer up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang Bow time soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;iloveyou&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ilikeyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy bought my sister and I identical pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh. I feel as though I am 5 years old again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally did spring cleaning too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My house actually feels like home now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta go Ikea soon to decorate my room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So excited la! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-7528122876672858858?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/7528122876672858858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=7528122876672858858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7528122876672858858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7528122876672858858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/02/good.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-6336054851851339456</id><published>2007-02-16T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:57:35.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's amazing how love always gives me someone better after the last one is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-6336054851851339456?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/6336054851851339456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=6336054851851339456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/6336054851851339456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/6336054851851339456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-amazing-how-love-always-gives-me.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-5515697289219975342</id><published>2007-02-14T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:00:19.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;De Xin wants me to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Monday, after my work, I went to meet Win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To get his stuff for me to scan because he needed them in soft copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he said he's having a surprise for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, this is something I don't get everyday la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I was really damn excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what was my surprise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DE XIN HERSELF!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even know that they know each other la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. And I haven't seen her for AGES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally got to see her and she's leaving soon. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we 3 hanged out at Simei Green until 1am plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cancelled dinner with Hui Min LaoGong and Zhao Pei Mei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SORRY DEARS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will compensate one ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lemme tell you more of my factory work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S BORING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the same time it's quite a nice job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I had to do for the whole 9 hours straight is to count the number of sticker labels and put them in packets of whatever number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the same time, reject those that are faulty and accept only those that are perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may sound boring, but the atmosphere is perfect for me to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think about loads of things when I am working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time passes tremedously fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I STILL WANNA QUIT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. I just try out the job to see what it's like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Win yesterday to pass him some stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He surprise me again la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knew I liked Salmon Sushi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he got it for me before going over to my house. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nice right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we hanged out at Simei Green again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I got FREE guitar lessons from him la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am finally like learning guitar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to learn for so long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can cross that off my wishlist already. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vday arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was with Win at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never got home until 1am plus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Then I went online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something bad happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Kok Leong Laoshi talked to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De Xin talked to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called Hui Yin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Win called me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am pretty much alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I should be able to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not worth not worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. So yeah, I deleted everything already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, not really. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyway, his words were too hurting already la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like enemy. Haha. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually got something for him and don't really dared to give it to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now, I don't even know if I should give it to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's not my friend even sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I misunderstand sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought he&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meeting Michael after work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So long never hang out with him already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need to catch up a bit with that emo guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm. sorry lehs. No present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owe u 2 years birthday gift already. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright. OFF TO WORK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I MISS JESSLYN WHO DOESN'T REPLY MY SMS AND TAKE MY CALLS AND DOESN'T GO ONLINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I MISS PEISHI WHO ONLY TALKS TO JWEN AND ONLY STUDYS AND DOESN'T TALK TO ME ONLINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I MISS TRINA WHO JUST HAD THE SWEETEST 2ND YEAR ANNIVERSARY WITH ZHONG TING AND ACCOMPANY ME WHEN I AM ALWAYS FEELING LOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh. I miss those people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Important people in my life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-5515697289219975342?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/5515697289219975342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=5515697289219975342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/5515697289219975342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/5515697289219975342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/02/vday.html' title='Vday.'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-2892104170545972359</id><published>2007-02-11T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:33:58.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy brought me to a place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A place that I don't wanna be at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy brought me to eat dinner at some coffee shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A coffee shop that I don't wanna be at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy ordered dishes for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dishes that I don't wanna eat anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felt damn emo after Daddy brought me to that place for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asked Trina to accompany me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I don't wanna be at that place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stayed there till 1230am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She accompanied me till so late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as I thought I am gonna recover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone walks up to me and tear my wound open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may never ever get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-2892104170545972359?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/2892104170545972359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=2892104170545972359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/2892104170545972359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/2892104170545972359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/02/daddy-brought-me-to-place.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-4131111645699936652</id><published>2007-02-07T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:33:58.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i am a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves me.&lt;br /&gt;why so?&lt;br /&gt;because i am pretty and lovely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw, cheryl rocks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Those in purple are blogged by CHERYL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So don't mind her. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wants me to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesslyn and others too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I shall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing much to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I am having my holidays now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time are spent at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BORED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lazy to find. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My latest craze! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PEEL FRESH WHEAT GRASS AND VEGGIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consist of more than 10 over different types ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028676006047612130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RclyLzb_fOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VDnkyEUXRyI/s320/SP_A0480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my Banananananana Milk! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028673931578408114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RclwTDb_fLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/He-WaXYpC78/s320/SP_A0479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Healthy life style. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-4131111645699936652?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/4131111645699936652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=4131111645699936652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/4131111645699936652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/4131111645699936652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-happy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RclyLzb_fOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VDnkyEUXRyI/s72-c/SP_A0480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-1622963492199910222</id><published>2007-02-02T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:07:09.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was the most &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had never experience such a suay day before in my whole entire life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had always been so heng la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the morning I met Darling at Outram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were walking down the staircase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling was in front of me talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then suddenly I shouted la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she saw my kneeled on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. 18 years old already still fall down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn ps. Luckily only darling saw. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My knee was bleeding la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was a small bruise la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcKMbDb_fKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QkAqeJAXa1k/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026734530505964706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcKMbDb_fKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QkAqeJAXa1k/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! See my nails?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fred said alternate colours. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought of that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it looks like macs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But only the middle finger is white. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then later we had presentation of group songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our group is the only group that did chinese songs la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geoffery said we did have the taiwan mix! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proud of darling too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because darling composed de. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I FINALLY did my MIDI, Darling and me went to the MRT station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRIPPED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Koven to Darling's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO FAR LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But luckily I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because when we were in the train, my slippers broke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIAN MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcKMVDb_fJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g9e2qU5LOQY/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026734427426749586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcKMVDb_fJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g9e2qU5LOQY/s320/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! Idiot one can.&lt;br /&gt;But darling is smart la.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of putting plasters as scotch tape to put it in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcKMRDb_fII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TcPP_IE63GE/s1600-h/SP_A0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026734358707272834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcKMRDb_fII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TcPP_IE63GE/s320/SP_A0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My WINNIE THE POOH PLASTERS! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;My heros.&lt;br /&gt;See! I love MY WINNIE.&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't last long la.&lt;br /&gt;Had to buy new slipppers.&lt;br /&gt;$10. CHEAP CHINESE NEW YEAR SALE. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Another excuse to ask mum to go shopping with me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed  LOADS of vcds from Darling.&lt;br /&gt;Series and movies!&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY DARLING! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-1622963492199910222?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/1622963492199910222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=1622963492199910222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/1622963492199910222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/1622963492199910222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/02/suay.html' title='SUAY'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcKMbDb_fKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QkAqeJAXa1k/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-6739283617587974650</id><published>2007-01-31T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:47:18.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing much to blog.&lt;br /&gt;But since Jesslyn asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;I shall.&lt;br /&gt;Just to entertain her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Ear Training test today.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy was damn leniant.&lt;br /&gt;I got quite a good mark.&lt;br /&gt;But only because he's nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to AOM.&lt;br /&gt;Had to go down more often already.&lt;br /&gt;Having performance this saturday and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Second time I will perform singing la.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will be there.&lt;br /&gt;At Koven Hub.&lt;br /&gt;Some carnival.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my handphone will not be stolen.&lt;br /&gt;Timings don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know the slots I will be performing.&lt;br /&gt;Laoshi choose the songs all I can relate.&lt;br /&gt;Fen Shou Kuai Le, Lei Hai, Zen Yang...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long more to be completely recovered?&lt;br /&gt;I am really dying already. :(&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my valentine?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Some photos to end off.&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Lester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcC5uW3VWZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/N3ygiESOYhc/s1600-h/SP_A0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026221390208260498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcC5uW3VWZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/N3ygiESOYhc/s320/SP_A0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcC5fm3VWYI/AAAAAAAAANw/pZYLatqVNo4/s1600-h/SP_A0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026221136805190018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcC5fm3VWYI/AAAAAAAAANw/pZYLatqVNo4/s320/SP_A0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcC5V23VWXI/AAAAAAAAANo/Kd6llvL1MQo/s1600-h/SP_A0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026220969301465458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcC5V23VWXI/AAAAAAAAANo/Kd6llvL1MQo/s320/SP_A0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026220625704081762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcC5B23VWWI/AAAAAAAAANg/izVPkDoIMiE/s320/SP_A0309.jpg" border="0" /&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/16962176-6739283617587974650?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/6739283617587974650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=6739283617587974650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/6739283617587974650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/6739283617587974650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh_31.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RcC5uW3VWZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/N3ygiESOYhc/s72-c/SP_A0313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-4021927058429013549</id><published>2007-01-29T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T03:53:40.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Sentosa yesterday with ruansters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, it was meant to be a ruansters outing with 16 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only 4 came. Zhong Xiao, Chen Cheng, Pei Ru and me only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. nvm la. But it was damn fun la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always fun with ruansters. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first thing we go is Anderson's la. WTH CAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Pei Ru la. Aaron Aaron. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't come say is I wanna see him ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even have his number already la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Had free pizza. Go there always got free food. Haha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to play! Although drizzling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But damn fun la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried the luge ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's this go-cart like vehicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I had to ride on my own. Damn scary la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleahs. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole day is damn fun la. Haha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovelove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No pic. Damn lazy. I blogged because PeiRu asked me to. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-4021927058429013549?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/4021927058429013549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=4021927058429013549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/4021927058429013549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/4021927058429013549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa.'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-7664670566757431534</id><published>2007-01-28T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:00:13.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone heard of Yogi Hub?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But serve vegetarian food only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not those religion type of vegetarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those organic food, all veggies because of health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And their food is actually nice la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ordered this Potato Gratin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's freaking nice la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought it will be like yucky since it's all veggies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But got Mozerella cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbwQJm3VWVI/AAAAAAAAANI/h9r0UrzUj4g/s1600-h/SP_A0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024909041476131154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbwQJm3VWVI/AAAAAAAAANI/h9r0UrzUj4g/s320/SP_A0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their Olive Pasta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice as well la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They used cherry tomatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No meat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024908964166719810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbwQFG3VWUI/AAAAAAAAANA/Qx9RamSdvWU/s320/SP_A0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy ordered a cappuccino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Mango-Avocado cake and chocolate raspberry cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They didn't use eggs in those cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also don't know how they make one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But amazingly, the avocado taste nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like avocado in the first place la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbwP_W3VWTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cJRc1kSrAPo/s1600-h/SP_A0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024908865382471986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbwP_W3VWTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cJRc1kSrAPo/s320/SP_A0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is enzyme drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made from honey and fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is dragonfruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's fermentation la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it tastes like alcohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am addicted to it. But cannot drink a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbwP7W3VWSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XuF7_e25Scw/s1600-h/SP_A0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024908796662995234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbwP7W3VWSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/XuF7_e25Scw/s320/SP_A0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sell new year goodies too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almond cookies and pineapple tarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$24 per box can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn ex, but it's freaking nice la! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No eggs used too. All healthy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No perservations too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole meal plus the cookies cost $90.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I feel healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Healthy costs money! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-7664670566757431534?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/7664670566757431534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=7664670566757431534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7664670566757431534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7664670566757431534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/healthy.html' title='Healthy!'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbwQJm3VWVI/AAAAAAAAANI/h9r0UrzUj4g/s72-c/SP_A0269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-5069614650926234881</id><published>2007-01-27T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:08:19.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Does anyone even know how I feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been living in denial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been acting out my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not even living my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always asking people to cheer up and don't think so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But why can't I do all that too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much time do I need to get through everything?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want a happy normal life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that too much to ask?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-5069614650926234881?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/5069614650926234881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=5069614650926234881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/5069614650926234881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/5069614650926234881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/down.html' title='down.'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-7905597769766008904</id><published>2007-01-27T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:43:05.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>260107</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't go for MIDI yesterday. Which is from 8-10am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Ear Training test which is from 330pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's Jimmy Jap. Probably your parents heard him before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ye Liang Jun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq7QW3VWRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aP7PTLshCnc/s1600-h/SP_A0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024534223975176466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq7QW3VWRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aP7PTLshCnc/s320/SP_A0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Timothy Rodrigues, just to help Jimmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq7IG3VWQI/AAAAAAAAAME/CuPBn6vaANU/s1600-h/SP_A0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024534082241255682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq7IG3VWQI/AAAAAAAAAME/CuPBn6vaANU/s320/SP_A0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole of Year 1 DMAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq7EW3VWPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nmnJbr1ku7s/s1600-h/SP_A0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024534017816746226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq7EW3VWPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nmnJbr1ku7s/s320/SP_A0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went Studio to mix our REMT song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq68W3VWOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZXda8Zuthnc/s1600-h/SP_A0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024533880377792738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq68W3VWOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZXda8Zuthnc/s320/SP_A0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siew Ting Daring with the mixer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq6123VWNI/AAAAAAAAALs/tAciNUYAPxc/s1600-h/SP_A0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024533768708643026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq6123VWNI/AAAAAAAAALs/tAciNUYAPxc/s320/SP_A0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were bored waiting for the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq6vW3VWMI/AAAAAAAAALk/PbMy6mxZYP4/s1600-h/SP_A0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024533657039493314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq6vW3VWMI/AAAAAAAAALk/PbMy6mxZYP4/s320/SP_A0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GHOSTS! They really looked like la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esp when Wan Yee's head is down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq6n23VWLI/AAAAAAAAALc/nIX3WvJxcZA/s1600-h/SP_A0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024533528190474418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq6n23VWLI/AAAAAAAAALc/nIX3WvJxcZA/s320/SP_A0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn bored Today's saturday and I am staying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too lazy to go out. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-7905597769766008904?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/7905597769766008904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=7905597769766008904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7905597769766008904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7905597769766008904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/260107.html' title='260107'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbq7QW3VWRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aP7PTLshCnc/s72-c/SP_A0236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-3179577967175395384</id><published>2007-01-25T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T03:38:07.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>250107</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had Keyboard test today! Damn stress la! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But finally it's over. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiVKW3VWKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h29GVajdzus/s1600-h/SP_A0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023929389500684450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiVKW3VWKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h29GVajdzus/s320/SP_A0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to chiong my MIDI assigment which is due on Monday, but I don't think I can hand in on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiVFG3VWJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sdm7N5gj0JY/s1600-h/SP_A0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023929299306371218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiVFG3VWJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sdm7N5gj0JY/s320/SP_A0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our exam place. Aimran's turn to take his exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiU-G3VWII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4TvolI2YAls/s1600-h/SP_A0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023929179047286914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiU-G3VWII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4TvolI2YAls/s320/SP_A0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siew Ting eating her eclair, but I think it looks more like leaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiU3G3VWHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ikB98N3AOXo/s1600-h/SP_A0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023929058788202610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiU3G3VWHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ikB98N3AOXo/s320/SP_A0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEE! Freaking disgusting la! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUuG3VWGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2N0Ngx5L2uo/s1600-h/SP_A0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023928904169379938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUuG3VWGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2N0Ngx5L2uo/s320/SP_A0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fang stressed man! She practising so hard la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUmW3VWFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WIZPf1ryfj4/s1600-h/SP_A0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023928771025393746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUmW3VWFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WIZPf1ryfj4/s320/SP_A0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Azzie also! Haha. He looks so serious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUf23VWEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/g_unYgpq6kg/s1600-h/SP_A0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023928659356244034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUf23VWEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/g_unYgpq6kg/s320/SP_A0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The others are also quite stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUX23VWDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/F_ZHNK1FBaE/s1600-h/SP_A0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023928521917290546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUX23VWDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/F_ZHNK1FBaE/s320/SP_A0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siew Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiURG3VWCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/n3UeqBZ2HUc/s1600-h/SP_A0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023928405953173538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiURG3VWCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/n3UeqBZ2HUc/s320/SP_A0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rex ah, just love to act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUHG3VWBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/by00vj_4o1A/s1600-h/SP_A0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023928234154481682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUHG3VWBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/by00vj_4o1A/s320/SP_A0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siew Ting eats in MRT station la! FINE $500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUAW3VWAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ab9wuexnBdU/s1600-h/SP_A0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023928118190364674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiUAW3VWAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ab9wuexnBdU/s320/SP_A0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;REX ALSO! Another $500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiT423VV_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ivnDy_eO5HI/s1600-h/SP_A0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023927989341345778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiT423VV_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ivnDy_eO5HI/s320/SP_A0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Darling Siew Ting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I was driving them crazy. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiTs23VV-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/EYCHwBc_HSo/s1600-h/SP_A0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023927783182915554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiTs23VV-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/EYCHwBc_HSo/s320/SP_A0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fang trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiTam3VV8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RrCtdezUGl4/s1600-h/SP_A0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023927469650302914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiTam3VV8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RrCtdezUGl4/s320/SP_A0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fang hates photography la. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiTUm3VV7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/AmkbALaOQlo/s1600-h/SP_A0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023927366571087794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiTUm3VV7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/AmkbALaOQlo/s320/SP_A0231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't go Hougang much so I took a pic. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiTP23VV6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/R6aem3Y-Hj0/s1600-h/SP_A0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023927284966709154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiTP23VV6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/R6aem3Y-Hj0/s320/SP_A0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOUGANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiS_m3VV5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/kMkYupp6aO0/s1600-h/SP_A0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023927005793834898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiS_m3VV5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/kMkYupp6aO0/s320/SP_A0233.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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DAMN SINFUL LA! Gosh. But I LOVE IT. YUM! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-3179577967175395384?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/3179577967175395384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=3179577967175395384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3179577967175395384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3179577967175395384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/250107.html' title='250107'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbiVKW3VWKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h29GVajdzus/s72-c/SP_A0200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-460287587483520451</id><published>2007-01-24T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T07:07:51.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbd0Qm3VV3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/PgDwLgvUR-s/s1600-h/SP_A0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023611738014439282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbd0Qm3VV3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/PgDwLgvUR-s/s320/SP_A0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely simei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out with baobei Trina today. Even though I wasn't feeling well and have my KEYS test tomorrow. See how good am I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought this pair of shoes and she bought a present for her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said I liked this pencil case and she bought it for me la! Gosh! If only I have a boyfriend that spends on me. Haha. I don't want to waste baobei's money lehs. Haha. I love you Trina! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023611884043327362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbd0ZG3VV4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/YQBI8QkSn7w/s320/SP_A0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-460287587483520451?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/460287587483520451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=460287587483520451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/460287587483520451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/460287587483520451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/lovelove.html' title='lovelove.'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Rbd0Qm3VV3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/PgDwLgvUR-s/s72-c/SP_A0175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-742165176848780773</id><published>2007-01-23T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:38:16.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>230107</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYbxG3VV2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/NEQSgk7eZfo/s1600-h/SP_A0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023232964848605026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYbxG3VV2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/NEQSgk7eZfo/s320/SP_A0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Realised I got this long cut on my hand. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYbmW3VV1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RjElWHkbIrc/s1600-h/SP_A0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023232780165011282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYbmW3VV1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RjElWHkbIrc/s320/SP_A0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on my finger. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYbC23VVzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DHvNES3jIHw/s1600-h/SP_A0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023232170279655218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYbC23VVzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DHvNES3jIHw/s320/SP_A0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went into studio for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYarm3VVxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jCJCUddWNwo/s1600-h/SP_A0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023231770847696658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYarm3VVxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jCJCUddWNwo/s320/SP_A0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYai23VVwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/c953N-F38NY/s1600-h/SP_A0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023231620523841282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYai23VVwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/c953N-F38NY/s320/SP_A0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grand piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYaWG3VVvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2ruAc9Z_VmU/s1600-h/SP_A0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023231401480509170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYaWG3VVvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2ruAc9Z_VmU/s320/SP_A0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fang laughing at me. -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYaIm3VVuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UYmBziwPIuw/s1600-h/SP_A0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023231169552275170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYaIm3VVuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UYmBziwPIuw/s320/SP_A0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling's spastic face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZ7m3VVtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dAop7ahj9Nk/s1600-h/SP_A0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023230946213975762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZ7m3VVtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dAop7ahj9Nk/s320/SP_A0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siew Ting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZwm3VVsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6MUqbQutmPM/s1600-h/SP_A0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023230757235414722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZwm3VVsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6MUqbQutmPM/s320/SP_A0150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl loves Siew Ting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZmW3VVrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9m6AZwQFSB8/s1600-h/SP_A0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023230581141755570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZmW3VVrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9m6AZwQFSB8/s320/SP_A0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanted to take pic with them, but they ignore me and talked between themselves. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZYG3VVqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NBSeVrqgg0I/s1600-h/SP_A0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023230336328619682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZYG3VVqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NBSeVrqgg0I/s320/SP_A0162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siew Ting, me, Cheryl and Fang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZRm3VVpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KDWfiEWOOuA/s1600-h/SP_A0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023230224659469970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZRm3VVpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KDWfiEWOOuA/s320/SP_A0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fang flirting with this Indian boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZHG3VVoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w3Yv98L3FvU/s1600-h/SP_A0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023230044270843522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYZHG3VVoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w3Yv98L3FvU/s320/SP_A0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See! OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYY-W3VVnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ThyzbJx5f4c/s1600-h/SP_A0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023229893946988146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYY-W3VVnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ThyzbJx5f4c/s320/SP_A0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to Gelare. Cheryl treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYYwW3VVmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8h_HQbbeew8/s1600-h/SP_A0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023229653428819554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYYwW3VVmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8h_HQbbeew8/s320/SP_A0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pink lady eats pink strawberry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYYnW3VVlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dD9jsILLFk0/s1600-h/SP_A0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023229498809996882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYYnW3VVlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dD9jsILLFk0/s320/SP_A0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The black lady eats cookies and cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYYeW3VVkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0PI1Rc4KWI4/s1600-h/SP_A0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023229344191174210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYYeW3VVkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0PI1Rc4KWI4/s320/SP_A0174.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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fang eats caramel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;End of today. Should I go school tomorrow? Lesson from 8 to 10am only. Maybe I shouldn't. LAZY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I feel so down. I wonder if anyone ever felt the same way as I do. I am so happy when I am with my friends. But do they know it's all just an act? Do they know I am hiding behind a mask? I wonder who can I pour out everything to. I wonder who would take the time to see that girl behind the mask. I wonder who could replace the sun that left my sky.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-742165176848780773?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/742165176848780773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=742165176848780773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/742165176848780773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/742165176848780773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/230107.html' title='230107'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbYbxG3VV2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/NEQSgk7eZfo/s72-c/SP_A0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-7992285626424758092</id><published>2007-01-22T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T03:00:59.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRS test, studio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have REMT practical test tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSYQCWzbJI/AAAAAAAAADU/YySJy1oRItU/s1600-h/SP_A0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022806885702790290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSYQCWzbJI/AAAAAAAAADU/YySJy1oRItU/s320/SP_A0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;110 Degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSYKCWzbII/AAAAAAAAADM/fy7iBTNNbIc/s1600-h/SP_A0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022806782623575170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSYKCWzbII/AAAAAAAAADM/fy7iBTNNbIc/s320/SP_A0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSYEyWzbHI/AAAAAAAAADE/H-HwbXYRPrY/s1600-h/SP_A0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022806692429261938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSYEyWzbHI/AAAAAAAAADE/H-HwbXYRPrY/s320/SP_A0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying out all the microphones techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSX-SWzbGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XfYjB5t-LLw/s1600-h/SP_A0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022806580760112226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSX-SWzbGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XfYjB5t-LLw/s320/SP_A0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSX4iWzbFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GCRQY6JISg8/s1600-h/SP_A0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022806481975864402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSX4iWzbFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GCRQY6JISg8/s320/SP_A0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darling cheating on me with Ginny. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXxiWzbEI/AAAAAAAAACs/Gi1SGrqEnwc/s1600-h/SP_A0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022806361716780098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXxiWzbEI/AAAAAAAAACs/Gi1SGrqEnwc/s320/SP_A0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Studio's mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXpSWzbDI/AAAAAAAAACk/BWdCxeDQydk/s1600-h/SP_A0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022806219982859314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXpSWzbDI/AAAAAAAAACk/BWdCxeDQydk/s320/SP_A0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivian, always the producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXhyWzbCI/AAAAAAAAACc/miq_I6aynpg/s1600-h/SP_A0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022806091133840418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXhyWzbCI/AAAAAAAAACc/miq_I6aynpg/s320/SP_A0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wan Yee, the pregnant woman. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-:p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXbCWzbBI/AAAAAAAAACU/_5YbskXYgFs/s1600-h/SP_A0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022805975169723410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXbCWzbBI/AAAAAAAAACU/_5YbskXYgFs/s320/SP_A0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ginny, Vivian, Darling sitting there don't know waiting for what. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXUCWzbAI/AAAAAAAAACM/MfENbJOZEjc/s1600-h/SP_A0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022805854910639106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXUCWzbAI/AAAAAAAAACM/MfENbJOZEjc/s320/SP_A0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXLiWza_I/AAAAAAAAACE/X8K_cwAFCQs/s1600-h/SP_A0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022805708881751026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSXLiWza_I/AAAAAAAAACE/X8K_cwAFCQs/s320/SP_A0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darling angry because got CRS test today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about the question on Pre marital sex. Easy to write. :)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-7992285626424758092?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/7992285626424758092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=7992285626424758092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7992285626424758092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7992285626424758092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/crs-test-studio.html' title='CRS test, studio.'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbSYQCWzbJI/AAAAAAAAADU/YySJy1oRItU/s72-c/SP_A0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-104274408965458408</id><published>2007-01-21T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:06:32.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>200107. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022497892870613874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_OSWza3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tXrfiI_HhV4/s320/SP_A0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out with Baobei Trina on 200107.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022498060374338434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_YCWza4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/L90CmrDZ5dg/s320/SP_A0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ate Billy Bombers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_ziWza8I/AAAAAAAAABM/yPV2wv6wVZk/s1600-h/SP_A0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022498532820741058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_ziWza8I/AAAAAAAAABM/yPV2wv6wVZk/s320/SP_A0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ordered Cheese Fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022498283712637858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_lCWza6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/yPJ9ViqFd5M/s320/SP_A0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Each of us had a hot dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_tiWza7I/AAAAAAAAABE/6HYBl2IzWkk/s1600-h/SP_A0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022498429741525938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_tiWza7I/AAAAAAAAABE/6HYBl2IzWkk/s320/SP_A0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Couldn't finish our food. That's more than half left when we are done la. The fries like haven touch also. Haha. Wastage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022498184928390034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_fSWza5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qZpSi6z7VHg/s320/SP_A0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My root bear float! It's damn nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022498721799302114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_-iWza-I/AAAAAAAAABc/ceoHrva18YM/s320/SP_A0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At night went to Long John for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night I was a wreck. Baobei Trina really very good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accompanied me all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when I just went up without telling her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still waited for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even search where I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry and thanks Baobei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you so much. :) You are always the one I can count on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can count on me too ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;To you. If that's what you want. Then i accept. I tried my very best already. I put down my pride and face, I hung on to everything I see. But no use. I will still be waiting though. For what? I also don't know. Just know that there'll always be me here ok? I love you. Sorry for that night. :(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-104274408965458408?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/104274408965458408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=104274408965458408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/104274408965458408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/104274408965458408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/200107.html' title='200107. :('/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/RbN_OSWza3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/tXrfiI_HhV4/s72-c/SP_A0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-341790717501980069</id><published>2007-01-17T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:28:44.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Siew Ting&lt;/span&gt; don't have inspiration for writing songs for Midi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try hooking up with a guy and having your heart broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That'll give you all the inspiration you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I tried! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first song. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to practise Keyboard today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I slept instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't even know I was sleeping la! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until I woke up. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So guess I wasted my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to go out one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am FREAKING BROKE LA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even have money for food. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy bought this orange called &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sha tang orange.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VERY SMALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And live up to its name, sweet. Sha Tang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020959512894597986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Ra4IEyWza2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/anjnrAJglII/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As big as my fingernail. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should go out and have fun with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-341790717501980069?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/341790717501980069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=341790717501980069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/341790717501980069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/341790717501980069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/siew-ting-dont-have-inspiration-for.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e9KJlEbfToU/Ra4IEyWza2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/anjnrAJglII/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-638680577518862647</id><published>2007-01-17T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:14:29.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for giving me the attention I needed. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy that you came back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-638680577518862647?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/638680577518862647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=638680577518862647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/638680577518862647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/638680577518862647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-for-giving-me-attention-i.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-8938430325982819582</id><published>2007-01-17T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:03:14.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7:54am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I have lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At 8:00am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stay in Simei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My school's in Dover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM LATE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never failed to MISS Midi la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As in not present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Not makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I will never miss MIDI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sad for Michael Spicer. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guessed I'll never figure out what he was teaching the whole year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Midi, should have Science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But only for 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My other classmates are presenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had presented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOULD I GO?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am lazy lehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like finish up my song first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only need to know how to play the song on the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to blog, but I have nothing to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is so dead nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to get a job and go out with my darling friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, getting excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna try writing another song!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-8938430325982819582?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/8938430325982819582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=8938430325982819582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/8938430325982819582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/8938430325982819582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-5423753583769650394</id><published>2007-01-16T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:18:23.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been so long since I updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not feeling very good lately.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can't really get used to my quiet handphone and times when I feel damn lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But whatever. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't force anything anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I finally wrote my first song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Freaking happy can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-yay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I wrote it within 7 hours. Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You're my inspiration. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway, the song is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a really fun time yesterday but I am too lazy to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha. Go see Xiang Yi's blog if you wanna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Really bored now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gonna get a cork board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyone wanna accompany me go buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-5423753583769650394?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/5423753583769650394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=5423753583769650394' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fsttomyslesbains.free.fr%2Fradio%2Fsounds%2FNO%20SECRETS%20-%20I'll%20Remember%20You.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll Remember You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since we have talked&lt;br /&gt;I hope that things are still the same&lt;br /&gt;hoping they will never change&lt;br /&gt;cause what we had can't be replaced&lt;br /&gt;don't let our memories fade away&lt;br /&gt;keep me in your heart for always&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe&lt;br /&gt;that I can do almost anything&lt;br /&gt;stood right by me&lt;br /&gt;through the tears through everything&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you,&lt;br /&gt;and baby that's forever true&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you're goin' through&lt;br /&gt;in my heart you'll always be, forever baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I won't forget the times we shared, the tears we cried&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be the sun in my sky&lt;br /&gt;It may be fate that brings us back to meet again someday&lt;br /&gt;Even though we go seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe&lt;br /&gt;that I can do almost anything&lt;br /&gt;You stood right by me&lt;br /&gt;through the tears through everything&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember yooooou,&lt;br /&gt;and baby that's forever true&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for yooooou,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what your goin' through&lt;br /&gt;in my heart you'll always be, forever baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;If the day should come when you need someone&lt;br /&gt;(you know that i'll follow)&lt;br /&gt;I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let there&lt;br /&gt;be a doubt in your mind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'll remember you, you&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you,&lt;br /&gt;and baby that's forever true&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what your goin' through&lt;br /&gt;in my heart you'll always be, forever baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;Forever baby, I'll remember you &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-4946476806460052516?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/4946476806460052516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;I can't stay at home. I will think of various stupid things. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;And I am afraid I would actually do it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can't stay at home! My mind will run wild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh. Things are so not going my way. I have to stay positive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; Smiling. Okay, that was fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevermind, I shall go out damn early when the sun haven't rise every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And only come home when it is dark and past 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe then I won't think so much. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't study yet. Gonna go through during school times tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I can pass. Don't want to repeat the whole thing again. WORSE. I hope I won't get forced to quit DMAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if I really do, maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Then I don't have to be so xin ku anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh. My heart is so dead now. My brain is so dead too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not recovered from my sickness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still feel sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh gosh, am I dying? HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope so. Hmm. I feel like eating. I can my stomach shouting for food. But I no appettite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My stomach so xin ku. Sorry ah. I just don't feel like eating so I'm not feeding you. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's tough being part of me. SORRY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh Sigh Sigh. When then can I stop sighing and live happily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I had gotten myself out of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I entangled in relationship again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh. I feel so dumb believing my heart. Must I always hurt myself and others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. I should stop man. BUT I CAN'T! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lemme die. HAHA. Okay joke joke. I wanna live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE TRINA, JESSLYN, JOANNE, HUI MIN, PEI RU, MEI QI and others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for always giving me the best advices and thought me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.&lt;/span&gt; Most important. She don't care if I took a wrong turn or I made countless mistakes. She forgives me EVERYTIME! Within these 11 years of BBF friendship, how many mistakes have I made? LOADS. She love me for who I am, even my mistakes. I love her so much can! Gosh, she's so important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jesslyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for being my one and only honey and my confidante. She's always there la. She will always listens to what I say. And when I cry, she'll cry with me la! Haha. She's the best la. MUACKS! Don't need to say much. You all know. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for calling me today just to ask if I am okay. Freaking touched can! Haha. I love you so much la! The most caring classmate I have ever seen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hui Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for being my ONLY TRUE husband in my entire life. I swear, even if I got married, no guy would ever treat me as good as her. I love you! You always make me so loved and always been there for me even though I was not there for you. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pei RU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The rus huh! Haha. You are so good la. Always make me laugh. Sad also can cheered up la. Haha. Love ruaning with you can! When you are not there, my presence at Ruan Zu has dropped la. So sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mei Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for giving me the most wonderful advices! It made me felt so much better. Esp the jobs. I really wanna tell him but I also don't know how to say. :( Anyway, thanks for everything sia! Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All girls. I should have become a lesbian instead man. Haha. Like that may be better lehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Michael too. Always cheered me up in the past. HELLO. Continue can. Don't be pessimistic lehs. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love AOM! Love RUANSTERS! Love EVERYONE! Love you. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I got so much to spare? Haha. Saved a HUGE part for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty bored. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh. My stomach is still scolding me for torturing her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-6603589641782268684?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/6603589641782268684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=6603589641782268684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/6603589641782268684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/6603589641782268684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/12/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-8770481869116454882</id><published>2007-01-11T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:22:28.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at Jesslyn's house now. I feel sick. Not emotionally, as in really sick. Actually emotionally also la. My stomach feels quueesyy, my head hurts like hell, and I feel really dizzy and faint. Like dying man. But I don't feel like eating medicine. Maybe it's food that I need. Never eaten for quite sometime. Jesslyn is cooking for me. She's so nice. Erm. Sometimes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to say sorry to my baobei Trina. Baobei, sorry for everything. I read your blog. I understand. But I cannot choose who i love. I don't want us to sour because of that. I love you too. Sorry. It's just that I lost my directions everytime I go into relationships. And it's difficult for you. I know you understand too and wants the best for me. I appreciate. And I really am sorry for everything, for a lot of things. I still love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying sorry to a lot of people. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do. Tomorrow have Theory exam and I know nothing. I don't know how to do. I don't understand. It's not that I don't want to study. I just don't understand! Tomorrow I also don't know how already. See how it goes. Just hope my head does not hurts. I am dying. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-8770481869116454882?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/8770481869116454882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=8770481869116454882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/8770481869116454882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/8770481869116454882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-at-jesslyns-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-3465680676083496295</id><published>2007-01-10T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:22:57.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling really lousy right now. I have no mood to write about my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything has been so wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quarrelled with him. Had never ever quarrelled that big in a relationship before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel so down. Tried to be happy. I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really don't know what to do already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it really me? Sigh. I can go bang my head already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;is it me or is it us?i really don't like to go through this.it is really killing me.i really want to hold on to this relationship.don't wanna give up just like that.i feel so lousy now.my heart is aching like mad.i really want us to be normal again.is it possible for us to do that?i hope so.i am dying.i love you.why is it so difficult for you to love me too?am i that bad?but i still believe you still do love me.i still believe u do care for me.i really believe.i believe in us too.that we can get through this.i hope i really get what i want.i love you.:(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-3465680676083496295?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/3465680676083496295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=3465680676083496295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3465680676083496295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/3465680676083496295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-7374223459763302593</id><published>2007-01-10T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:23:16.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had REMT early in the morning yesterday. Actually wanted to do some MIDI for my assignment, but I didn't. As usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just slacked around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geoffery wad saying that how scared he was with Stephanie Sun's microphone. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The microphone was sponsored by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SK Jewellery&lt;/span&gt; with diamonds specially made for Stephanie Sun la. So Geoffery, my part-time REMT lecurer, was saying how at every performance, the mic's batteries had to be change, but he didn't dared! Because the mic was worth like thousands! And if one of the diamonds dropped! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he was like asking Stephanie Sun's manager to help him change the batteries. But the manager did not know how to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Geoffery was telling her,&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; "You see me change ok? Anything you be my witness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he changed lo. Who knows! When he turned around after changing, the manager was GONE LA! Haha. So he was hugging this box of this thousands worth diamond microphone for Stephanie Sun in the middle of a SHOPPING CENTRE! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny thing is what Geoffery said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You all don't know how SCARED I was man! What if someone took a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BANANA &lt;/span&gt;to hit my head and snatch the box?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAH! Whole DMAT laughed until CRAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who in the right mind will think of a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BANANA!?&lt;/span&gt; LOL! He's so cute la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TIM R also damn funny. He is teaching the same module as Geoffery but is full time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was giving an example of stereo, asking us not to completely put one instrument at one side, it'll be damn boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So he took one of our classmates, J as an example. Tim R said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Imagine J playing his guitar at the corner of the stage. People will ask, "Who's that &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SOTONG?",&lt;/span&gt; so you will have to put him in the middle! Make him a crab! Crawl to the centre. So people will know who that sotong is! Then people will look out for him next time. Hey look! That &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CRAB!&lt;/span&gt; Haha."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's also cute la. Funny people. Tim R also said E-Learning is EXPERIENCE learning. So there is no hw for us. Haha. Asked us expose to more music!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And that is not asking you guys to stand in front of SPEAKERS!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our school has this palm reading master. And DMAT girls decided to let him read our palms. It was so scary for me la. Was really scared what he was going to say. Esp my r/s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in the end, it was okay la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got one thing I think people will think it's so weird. He said I am a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY OPTIMISTIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person. Sometimes TOO optimistic so I will Key Kiang! Haha. Damn funny. Optismistic? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there are things which he said is damn true too. He said I am damn indecisive. HAHA. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT LA! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-rolls eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well-known fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he said I am a person who can na de qi, but fang bu xia! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the 100000000000 ex boyfriends that I had, I still love you 'kay? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know a lot of stuffs too! But he said all these can be changed. The future is really in my hands! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he asked me to read more motiational books! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asked about me and baby too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh. I hope it's true. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later went for Art Of Music. My fees had gone up! So sad la. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sang JI DE AGAIN! Haha. For 3 weeks le. So sian. Finally changed song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who got&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Zen Yang by Dai Pei Ni?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Send me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heard Steve is going to join our class. So fun! Can't wait to see his songs. Hope we can co-operate and write songs together too! COOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home after AOM, felt damn hungry, so I grabbed a burger. Eastpoint was closed at 9pm yesterday la. Because of electrical maintainence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily I got my burger in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I wasn't feeling very well la. Gonna puke anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But managed to reach home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Online for a while and I had to go rest. If not today sure cannot go school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fact, I really don't feel like going school. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was pretty affected by a few people yesterday. And I was thinking I shouldn't be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean, just because you had a really bad mouth doesn't mean I have to be so angry or sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verbal abuse shouldn't have gotten me down. -shakes head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But why do you always have to say sucky stuffs to me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really can't take it man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to hate you all soon. Really soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe I am acually affected by you guys la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You all aren't even worth to go to school. Didn't teachers and your parents teach you what not to say and what to say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are almost &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18!&lt;/span&gt; I guessed you still can't differentiate what's right from wrong, what's jokes from bad comments. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nvm. I shall be happy!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;really hope things will work out in the end. this period now is so rocky i can fall down anytime. i don't know why we aren't close anymore. is it me or is it you? or is it us? i really hate this feeling. but i don't want to give up our relationship. boyfriend asked me to let you go bit by bit. i just can't seem to. i don't want to let go something so special. i did so in the past and i regretted and doesn't wish to make any more mistakes. you are so important to me but why can't i be important to you too? i hope i can be. i love you.&lt;/s&gt;&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/16962176-7374223459763302593?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/7374223459763302593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=7374223459763302593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7374223459763302593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/7374223459763302593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/tuesday.html' title='♥ Tuesday.'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-8544031658840531822</id><published>2007-01-08T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:23:46.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ First Day Of School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached Dover MRT station at around 10:40 am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it seemed that my handphone time is 10 minutes too fast! And I thought I was late. I thought I can meet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Siew Ting&lt;/span&gt; at the station. But she already is in school! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-gosh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating breakfast somemore. So early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily I saw &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Azlan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wan Yee&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's lesson changed venue. A lot of people went to the old classroom. Suay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was so boring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teacher also gave up teaching and left us to chat instead. HAHA! Not that we are not good students, just that we miss each other too much. Have to update everyone with everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pearlin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; permed their hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rex&lt;/span&gt; had his hair black and sorta short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; came in with a cap but can see blond streaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Azlan&lt;/span&gt; finally had his cap off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New hair are growing on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aimran's&lt;/span&gt; head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone had different hairstyles la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And me, I finally went back to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;permed&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STRAIGHT HAIR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I think I am gonna do curls tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had lunch &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;at&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; the food court. There were COMPLETELY no space la! IDIOTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wei Da&lt;/span&gt; and his friends should be the ones who are always chionging after class and taking up all the seats la! HAHA. -sian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have to da bao and eat at the benches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spell &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.I&lt;/span&gt;.C.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After eating, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ginny&lt;/span&gt; went to do this scan health thingy. Where she put her palm on this scanner, and after a while, results will show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can tell if you are eating enough vegetables and fruits or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I honestly think it's of no use la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if you know? Eat more &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;greens&lt;/span&gt; right? Don't know also eat more greens lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scan costs $5 la. Myself use the $5 to buy more greens. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ginny&lt;/span&gt; did it anyway. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fang&lt;/span&gt; did it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a while, 01 people told us that there weren't Science lessons for our class today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indeed don't have. When Wan Yee called Rex, he was already at Tampines la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seemed that majority of the class went back already except our group. -tsktsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can people like tell us?! GOSH. Make us wait for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, maybe it's good because lunch is way cheaper than outside. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the library to borrow books. Wan Yee borrowed 3, I 1. And I finished reading it already la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Losing It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lindsay Faith Rech&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to read those &lt;s&gt;common romance fiction.&lt;/s&gt; But now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CROSS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's like ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are all really fiction la. I can't learn anything from those books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this book is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about how this fat girl came out of her darkness and became this really optimistic and sucessful women in her own life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, I can relate to it. Haha. The optismistic part. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-grins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really nice book. I wondered why no one talked about the book before. All the famous writers I've heard are &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tony Parsons, Sophie Kinsella, Dave ... &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that book. So gonna read another book tomorrow. Helps my CRS assignment too. Which is a reading list. Can you imagine? A reading list in POLY LIFE! UGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was too early to go home. So I went EastPoint to shop. Haha. That's my favourite place okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so nice there. Not too much people yet there are people to accompany you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No crowds, not noisy. And they ARE shops that you can buy lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POPULAR&lt;/span&gt;, hor baby? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, walked into Watsons, remembered that baby got red skin now. So bought this Aloe Vera Gel for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he got TP Bball tournament and I am not meeting him, so I went to his house. Wanting his parents to help me put on his table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then, they not in! JIALAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So waited for don't know how long. Then they came home. Haha. Read my book while waiting anyway. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lovelove. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just finished practising my Zhong Ruan. Played You Yuan De Ge Sheng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally touched my ZR la! I haven't been practising since the last competition. I'm really rusty. My skills all dropped like as though gravity is more than 10. SHIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So gonna buck up. Haha. Actually wanted to give up ZR and stop completely. But I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll be a waste. My 11 years of experience and MONEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. So I am gonna continue. People like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YIQING, ZHONGXIAO&lt;/span&gt; were saying I should continue too. So I WILL! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm. I wonder if you all will see me in competitions again. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-ponders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like eating durians now. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-8544031658840531822?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/8544031658840531822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=8544031658840531822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/8544031658840531822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/8544031658840531822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='♥ First Day Of School.'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-5757435288951546405</id><published>2007-01-07T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:24:08.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ New Layout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just changed to the new blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because the old one didn't allow me to change fonts and colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I can! So happy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-dances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I had a pretty great day today. Really happy and all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joane&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yi Qing&lt;/span&gt; at Marina Square macs to do our homework. But as expected, we didn't do it la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I played with photoshop a bit, played O2Jam abit, chatted on MSN, friendster surfing and finally 2 slides of my Acoustical Science powerpoint presentation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Failure sia. But Joane did quite a lot. We were so bored la. Time passes by so fast! It's only been a while and 4 hours are gone just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's been so long since I last went out with them. So nice. Finally met them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY! Missed them so much la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking of that, where's my outing with Hui Min and Zhao Pei?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After that, went to meet baby. He is a RED lobster now la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He went suntanning. So red! Haha. Cutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then went over to his place to transfer songs. Gosh. He said his face is painful now. It's freaking red la. Cannot stand him. He don't have aloe vera to put on somemore. I am not gonna let it heal by itself la baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tomorrow he has a basketball match in TP. Goodluck ok? Your team can win de la. Have faith! Visualise okay baby? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was talking to baby just now. And he said that my sister was brought up to become a very well-disciplined girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;sister=yan ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And that started me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How the same parents could brought up 2 completely different types of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My sister is a well-disciplined girl, who always listens, do her work on time and never succumb to any laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The &lt;s&gt;exact copy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complete opposite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT NICE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, told Jesslyn and Pei Shi about the secret. Okay. So they think I am crazy. Haha. Never min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d la. It's difficult to influence people to believe it. Baby tried to tell his friends too. They don't want it. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luckily baby didn't reject it. So happy he accepted it and using it now. So happy for him! And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; O&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Haha. The whole school will be a miracle now la. Since everyone in there is using it now. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH! And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;070107&lt;/span&gt; is a very special day! On that date, I got togther with PEI SHI! So now I got like &lt;s&gt;1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boyfriends! Haha. She's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE HER! LOVE YOU DARLING! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-kisses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOVE EDWIN BABY TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; -xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; lovelove. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-5757435288951546405?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/5757435288951546405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=5757435288951546405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/5757435288951546405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/5757435288951546405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-layout.html' title='♥ New Layout.'/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116809127887431455</id><published>2007-01-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T05:47:58.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! The secret works! The secret works! I was telling baby I feel like eating durians. And after a while my parents came home with my dinner and DURIANS! OMG! I am so amazed la! I am so gonna use it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116809127887431455?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116809127887431455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116809127887431455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116809127887431455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116809127887431455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg-secret-works-secret-works-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116807688889241896</id><published>2007-01-06T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:45:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna change my blog skin very soon. So bored with this current one. Feels damn boring with all the white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point yesterday with Baby. Took loads of pictures on the train. Haha. Hope we are better now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/898999/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/890596/collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/419535/wcwcwc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/590031/wcwcwc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack the whole of Saturday away. Nothing much to do. Bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116807688889241896?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116807688889241896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116807688889241896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116807688889241896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116807688889241896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/gonna-change-my-blog-skin-very-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116796739309452801</id><published>2007-01-04T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:23:13.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally chose my keyboard test piece. Gonna play Hero. Haha. Have to practise liao. So hard. Still got all the scales and sight reading. And even the transposition. Hais. Difficult ah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 lip smackers online the other day. And it came through the package today! So excited! My first online shopping. Haha. One M&amp;M flavoured Lip balm and one strawberry flavoured lip gloss. They smell exactly like the real thing la. And when I accidentally taste it, they taste DAMN SWEET! Gosh. Like can get dibetics. Haha. But they are nicee. I LOVE lip smackers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to thank Kok Leong Lao Shi. Told him about my relationship situation. He told me to write down 2 lists. I did. Plus a letter. And gave everything to Baby. Gosh. It totally save my relationship la. Thanks to Kok Leong Lao Shi man. And he don't even know he did something good. HAHA! :) I love AOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a slack day. I am gonna slack around and MAYBE do some work. Haha. Maybe not. I shall play games and wait until 5 plus to meet baby! Haha. We figured we had gone everywhere in the East so we are heading to the West today! Haha. We are going to Boon Lay Jurong Point. So nice. Next time I wanna go Hougang Mall and Heartland Mall. I want to go to every shopping centre! Haha. But I bet all the shops are the same everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I do now? Mini Cliping? 02jamming? &lt;s&gt;Homework?&lt;/s&gt; NO! Haha. Hmm. Maybe I will just surf the net maybe I will find some games to play with. Haha. Tata people. Cya guys later. I sure wil blog later. SO SIAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116796739309452801?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116796739309452801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116796739309452801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116796739309452801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116796739309452801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-chose-my-keyboard-test-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116781591336297864</id><published>2007-01-03T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T01:19:10.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Woke up at 11am this morning. Was awoken by my blocked nose once again. I am begining to feel very sick about my forever blocked nose. So irritating. Anyway, it's the first time I awoke to find an quiet and empty house for the past week. Only my grandmother was at home la. Haha. Daddy went to work, finally. Haha. So he can get the installation disc for my webcam. I want to play with web cam! Haha. Mummy went out for her yoga class. Sister had school! Haha. Loads of people had school today la. Only SP still so slack. Gosh. Maybe they think we are born smarter. So don't need so many days of lessons. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, did basically nothing except practice my vocals. Don't really want to waste any time slacking at home. But I was too lazy to start on any assignments and even lazier to practise my key board. Lazy me. I should have that as my new year resolution. Okay, maybe I will. For next year's resolutions. Haha. 1 more year to slack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I slept a while. When I woke up, Siew Ting messages me la! Haha. We were supposed to reach City Hall at 3pm. But I am still sleeping at 230pm. Haha. Gosh. VERY LATE. In the end, they waited for me for 20 minutes. Sorry. Haha. Went to esplanade library. Saw a lot of couples. I don't underdstand why couples chose library to pa tuo. So sian. See couple I sian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does happy things last so short? I really want things to be okay and better than before. Trying to be very optimistic about it. Everything depends on you now. I had changed. Please sort out your feelings. I want us to be stable. If you can't do it, I rather you leave. It will hurt like shit if you don't. I see my friends experiencing that now. And it hurts like shit. I became cold towards you to stop myself from falling in deeper in case seperation occurs. But I really hope we would still be together. But things seemed so gray now. Heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT!!! Siew Ting's phone just rang la! FREAK! Their bags all with me and I am alone. Now everyone is looking at me. They rented the practise room and are playing the piano la so they can't hear. OMG. SO paiseh! STUPID SIEW TING! Gonna get you for this man. Haha. ARG!! MY FACE!! NO FACE LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what time I will be home tonight. Don't feel like going home too early. Nothing to do, only stoning and online, and I will be more paranoid and pessimistic because I think too much. HAHA! So yeah, see how it goes. Mummy had been great! Bought loads of stuffs for me even today she even put $50 in my account la! For what? I also don't know why. Haha. So nice. Maybe it's the secret. I should use it more often! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love people. Spread the love! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116781591336297864?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116781591336297864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116781591336297864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116781591336297864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116781591336297864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/woke-up-at-11am-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116775717959165919</id><published>2007-01-03T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:59:39.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back home. Went to Art just now. Very fun! Never enjoyed singing so much in my entire life la. Haha. Sense of acomplishment. Haha. Although I still sound terrible. Haha. After Art, went to eat alone at BK. Everyone was staring at me la. I DON'T KNOW WHY! Suckers. Haha. Anyway, that's like around 8pm. Slacked. I stoned for very long. When I reached MRT, I stoned until I missed 2 trains la. Crazy me. Don't feel like going home so walked around the whole of Simei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year. My new year resolution is to be happy. Today is only the 2nd day of the new year and I am feeling this way. No. It's not right. I am so gonna cheer up, no matter what. Even if my family disown me, my boyfriend dump me, I fail everything in school or even have an accident. Don't care la. Happy happy. Just hope everything I wrote there will not happen. Lovelove myself. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. This post is merely something to cheer me up. It's not actually a reflection of how I feel. Wanna know how I feel? DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. It'll just dampen your mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116775717959165919?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116775717959165919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116775717959165919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116775717959165919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116775717959165919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-came-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116771605343046259</id><published>2007-01-02T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:24:27.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke very uniquely today. My nose was blocked because the aircon in my room was very cold. And I couldn't breathe! I tried to open my mouth to breathe but I was too lazy to do so. So without adequete oxygen in my system, I woke up. Stupid way to wake up. But it's so effective. You all people out there should try it on friends who sleep like pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, my piggy sister is still asleep la! I slept later then her can. The way she sleep always amuses me la. I should keep a video diary of how she sleeps everyday. Haha. Pretty Ugly. HAHA. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did basically nothing this morning. Did some research on my Acoustical Science presentation that I have to present individually when school reopened. Which is like so soon! But when I was doing half way, I desperately need a mouse! The sensor don't like finger and begins to ignore me la! I was so pissed. Asked my dad. He came and guess what he did? HE FREAKING PULLED UT MY POWER SUPPLY! And I did not have my battery in my lappy la! Haha. Gosh! But luckily I saved my research. So people! Backups are VERY important in life ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about yesterday night. I had SO MUCH FUN talking to my beloved daughter JOANE and sister YI QING! Haha. So much fun la! Gonna meet up SOON! At Jo's house ok, Qing? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my sister online, and she is only a few feet away from me! Stupid. Haha. And we are webcaming la! Gosh. How lame can we get? Oh! And we bought clothes together online! So excited! I can half loads of clothes with half the price! Because she's sharing with me! Haha. Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM Jo, but she is not replying me. Jesslyn isn't replying me either. She always don't reply me one la. Sms her no reply. IM her is MSN she went offline. That ass. Haha. No one else to talk to! GL isn't online. Azzie is not online either. Baby is going to work, but no smses from him either. What's happening! Everyone is ike avoiding me! Haha. HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Yi Qing wrote about me in her blog post. I shall do that too. Because I promised I will write someday. And I am bored and stoning now. Haha. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUREEPORN HO YIQING. Where do I even begin to describe Yi Qing? Know she exists because she is a junior of mine in CCHMSCO. Not a direct junior, she plays Yang Qin, but she always sits in front of me in Da Zu, I presume. But anyway, I really forgotten how I got to know her la. How I got close to her, I also forget le. Haha. But anyway, we got close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember Yu Heng and me went to her house before! Haha. That was very memorable la. How come Yu Heng came too, I don't know. But it was ver fun la! Is it during the lest competition? I suppose so lehs. Haha. You were very nervous. But we watch movie in the end. And I went into your bedroom! Haha. You sleep near the window! So cool. Not scared something will catch you in the middle of the night ah? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after DA ZU, mostly on saturdays, when we never go out with the others. We usually will just hang out on our own. With a few of the others and slack! The usual gang! SO FUN! Esp when MEI JOU is around la! Aww. I miss him so much! Anyway, we will just lame around la! Those times were so fun. No conflicts and everything. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got this time when P.Q.R. was formed. Haha. Zhao Pei, Yi Qing and me. So fun also! Went out together. Even study together! Make me go to the red line all the way from the green line la! Haha. In the end, what happened? You went to CCHMS! So we have to go all the way back to school! ALAMAK. Haha. You with Joel can. Haha. Anyway, P.Q.R. were very fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, we used to take numerous neoprints too! So fun! The excitement when we went into the booth and, "HURRY! Take already la!" Haha. Love it! Memories. But I soon graduated from the school. Sad hor? But then, lucky we are still in contact. Now take out all those neoprints. Can see the difference lo! How much we have changed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, your mood not good ah. Always got PMS. Not you only, I always got a lot of times. Unpredictable. But then, always will be okay de la. Right? You will walk fast fast out of school because CCHMSCO are naturally slow walkers. Haha. Cause we will always chat and stuff. But in the end, everything will also be okay de la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She forever is my KBOX partner la. Haha. No doubt one. When I am sian all of a sudden. Sms her is the perfect choice! On such short notice, she will come meet me one la. Haha. I even pon school just to pei her too okay. Haha. Very fun! And we got to know Michael and friends too! Haha. Gossips with her are always fun! She is so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times of sadness we will stick together de la. We are not exactly bestest of bestest of friends. But not bad la hor. Haha. Love you Sister, or so to say. I AM STILL YOUR SENIOR OKAY! So please just call my name. NO MORE NICKNAMES SUREEPORN! Haha. Love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next entry will be Joane's turn. Soon. :) Off to lunch. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116771605343046259?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116771605343046259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116771605343046259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116771605343046259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116771605343046259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-woke-very-uniquely-today.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116766078380672918</id><published>2007-01-01T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:47:28.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of 2007! Did some online shopping until 5am. Sister was doing her project but later came to join me. Bought some clothes for ourselves. Share cost. She slept at 430am. I woke up at 11am. Slacked the whole time. Felt that I needed to get out of the house. It's so boring! Mummy and I went shopping! Felt great to shop la. If only I have money. After this round of shopping, I have to save and not shop for 3 months la. Haha. No money. Need to save le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was spent that way. Very boring la. And I can't seem to get started on my assignments. I am so gonna be late in handing them in! Haha. Have AOM tomorrow! Lovelove. Baby is working from 2-9 tomorrow. Don't know he can tahan not. Yesterday played until so hiong. Sleep only in the evening. Crazy boy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my new Ipod Nano. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow will be a better day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing just blogged a long post about me at her blog. Haha. So nice of her la. I LOVE HER! :) I miss my precious daughter JOANE too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116766078380672918?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116766078380672918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116766078380672918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116766078380672918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116766078380672918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-2007-did-some-online.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116758324961695505</id><published>2007-01-01T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:06:53.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2007 already! Time passes by so fast! It's been one year already. One year since I graduated from Chung Cheng High School (Main). Gosh. 2007 means a NEW begining to everything! And be HAPPY is my forever number 1 resolution! Haha. Loads more of resolutions anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down at home. With my family. In my parents' room. The 4 of us were in that room, TV on, lappys on. Haha. I was online talking to Azlan la. Quite sad. But never the less, happy year ahead waiting for me! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, went to Popular to get some stuffs. Then we went to eat dinner at Sakae Sushi. A lot of people there la. There's like a bee line outside the restaurant. Haha. Ate quite a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/331238/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/240229/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/619601/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/303056/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/3633/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/55868/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/54005/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/1292/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0117.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/661400/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/303588/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/128551/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/767613/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0121.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and my favourite! Salmon sashimi! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/668881/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/321914/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0124.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/555160/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/725436/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0122.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/146505/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/55784/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Dad went to get his video camera. Then I was like no don't film me. Then I realised there is a silver 2GB Ipod nano above the video camera la! I screamed la! Haha. I wanted that for so long! OMG! I never thought I would ever own it la! I can cross that off my wish list already! SO HAPPY! Great way to start off my year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/954491/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/190970/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0134.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/948884/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/340629/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0135.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy la! Well, maybe not quite. Baby spent his count down with his friends at Esplanade. Never got to spend with him. :( But never the less, he's happy. That's all that matters. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to start my GREAT year folding ahead of me! Haha. So excited! So many things to do and complete. Hope everything will be smooth sailing! Baby, family, friends and studies. Muacks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all. A pic of my sister and me. Haha. :) :) :) Love Love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/285304/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/117980/z%3F%3F%20shots%21-0127.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby just met me at my house downstairs. SO HAPPY! :) I love him so much! :) Really hope we can go a long way! Lovelove! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116758324961695505?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116758324961695505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116758324961695505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116758324961695505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116758324961695505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-everyone-its-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116749397383980482</id><published>2006-12-31T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:05:50.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/edit&lt;br /&gt;Slacked the whole day. Didn't really achieved much. Did practically nothing. Not much in a mood to do anything. Maybe I will start doing real work next week. Have to chiong finish everything. I have piles and loads to finish before school starts. But nevermind, I believe I can do it! Erm. Soon? Haha. Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7pm, went to meet Baby. Finally got to watch Night At The Museum! It was so fun la! It is a comedy but I was quite scared in some parts. For don't know what reasons la! But it really is a damn good movie la. Very FUN! I love the company as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/436321/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/695452/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted a mp3. I have no music to accompany me on my long trips from Dover to Simei. Daddy was going to buy me the CHEAPEST Samsung model. But baby gave me one today! He didn't exactly bought it. But he gave it to me! I was so happy la! I finally got a mp3. Although my wishlist states an Ipod Nano. But I am contented! Haha. Not gonna change my wish list though. They will remain the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/785430/main_yp_t55zl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/736298/main_yp_t55zl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is ending soon. Now is counted as the last day of 2006. New year resolutions? Easy. BE HAPPY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/342397/thb276992201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/346590/thb276992201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you prefer chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/836740/Happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/934714/Happy.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have. Just one resolution. Now then I realised that is the most important thing in life. Years in secondary schools made me realised what a complete idiot I had been. Missing out on all the fun and love around me. So sad la. But nevermind. 2006 had been a great year for me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got into my dream course. DMAT in SP! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/446488/18409827923256l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/269536/18409827923256l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are seniors though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I joined the best team ever. TEAM AOM! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/982195/DSC00250-756565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/808509/DSC00250-756565.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I met my love. EDWIN TAN. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/185074/38612722256851l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/284383/38612722256851l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Contacted with my Primary and Secondary Mates. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/190523/crest.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/947307/crest.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/359549/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/301638/logo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I was being introduced to the secret, thanks to Kok Leong Lao Shi. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I had the BEST birthday ever! With the Retards. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/906484/3088524433172l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/865123/3088524433172l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I had the BEST Christmas ever! With best friends and boy friends. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/746091/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/167554/DSC00099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/915745/247624105l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/978383/247624105l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Got into the NICEST class ever! DMAT/FT/02! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/741063/P1040594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/205518/P1040594.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I found my PAP friend! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/402584/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/389627/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's CANPHYLLIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it. 2006 is a pretty good and happy year for me. Althought things happened. Like my handphone got stolen. But that made me more cautious of my surroundings and take more care. And I always know, my best friends will always be there for me. Trina baobei and Jesslyn honey. Plus Zi Lian Feng Po Zi (Jess, Sam, Mel) and Retards (Pei Shi, Trina, Jess). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/183915/563056903l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/664556/563056903l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my precious honey. I know everything is not so smooth sailing for you. But I hope the new year will bring you higher hopes and dreams. Just believe in yourself and you can do it ok? Even my boyfriend cares for you now. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT? Haha. Muacks! I love you honey. So much! Everything we had gone through strengthened our bond. I will always be there for you. I'm sure you know that by now. Haha. Honey Honey! LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! Muacks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair just a few days ago. Make that a new start too. A new year. New everything! Gonna strive and work hard! And most importantly. BE HAPPY! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/911722/happyf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/547504/happyf.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I made a promise to myself that I will never cry again today. But what happened? I cried today. Irony. To think I just made that promise to myself. Nothing really happened people. I think it's PMS and some other small little obstacles. I'll be fine after some time. Let me heal.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116749397383980482?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116749397383980482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116749397383980482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116749397383980482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116749397383980482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/edit-slacked-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116741884550962045</id><published>2006-12-30T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T11:09:08.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school today to do recording for REMT assignment. Went good. All thanks to Mandric and Evan to help us out with the miking and drums. Did the drums already! Vocals a bit. Siew Ting composed the song and I think it's difficult la! Haha. Went to eat with Ginny after that. And I realised that meal which I ate at 6pm is the only meal I ate all day la! No wonder I was freaking hungry! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to meet Edwin after his work at 9pm. But I was too lazy! Haha. So decided t emet him tomorrow instead. Chatting with Azlan and Bettina just now. They are so cute la! I love them to bits! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love DMAT and AOM! Rock my world. :) It's late and I am not sleeping. Because baby isn't sleeping too! NO LA! I am just not sleepy. Haha. He is gaming. Forever one lehs he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I cut my hair. But Edwin said I looked like a boy now. SO SAD LA! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116741884550962045?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116741884550962045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116741884550962045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116741884550962045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116741884550962045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-school-today-to-do-recording.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116730843704868211</id><published>2006-12-28T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T04:40:00.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually had DMAT BBQ at James Ang's house. But I did not go in the end. Reason? I do not feel the need to. I wanted to meet someone to go. Don't want to go alone.But either people just ignore me or immediately go offline. Shag. I thought we were meeting on the 28 to cut our hair too. Planned long time ago. Vivian still researched. In the end, nothing. I guess I don't seem to be fated to be close with this class. So many times I tried, I failed. Gosh. there are already quite a lot of cliques, doesn't matter if I am alone anyway. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with Edwin. I love you. We will get through everything. Believe the secret baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss retards and ZLFPZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Photos. Spent with Best friends and Boy friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/113207/DSC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/57504/DSC00094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/234115/605912776l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/781707/605912776l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/458873/DSC00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/468078/DSC00096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/461789/DSC00097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/825197/DSC00097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/950736/DSC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/804294/DSC00099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/707061/DSC00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/367384/DSC00107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/54321/DSC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/578080/DSC00131.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/753641/247624105l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/896058/247624105l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116730843704868211?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116730843704868211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116730843704868211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116730843704868211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116730843704868211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/actually-had-dmat-bbq-at-james-angs.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116702100782982854</id><published>2006-12-25T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:35:15.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's the season to be JOLLY, la la la la la la la la la. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. We said to meet at 4.30pm at Suntec. But in the end, we only met up at 5.30 pm la! But then, only got Samantha, Samantha's bf Gui Jia, Melinda, Melinda's bf Rong Hui, me and my baby Edwin. When we met, we don't even have plans. We walked here and there in Suntec. Then Melinda suggested to go to the Convention Centre to see plants! There's an garden exhibition there. But then we thought Jesslyn and her bf Seng Chye is eating now. If we eat later, then they how. So we didn't go to the garden exhibition in the end. So we decided to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Cineleisure. Loads of people la. Wanted to eat Suki Sushi Buffet. But realised there was no buffet when we reached there. But we got our santa hats at More Than Words at Cineleisure. Then Mel suggested a place to eat at Spageddies. The food was good la. We went there, and there was this long long queue! Haha. But we decided to wait, everywhere was having long queue anyway. So we ate there. The food was great la! I ordered this very chezzy pasta. It's called Baked Penne. Baby ordered Crayfish and Steak with Pasta I think. His was nice la. The others were nice too! We shared a Prima Combo. There's this Fried Mozerella Cheeze! SO NICE! When you eat and pull, it's like cannot be teared. SO NICE! Haha. But the portion very big. I only finished half of mine. Everyone was so full la, except Baby. He's such a big eater. He finished his and half of mine. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesslyn and Seng Chye came. Went out of Paragon. A lot of people la! They already are spraying Snow Spray. This year, we 8 don't feel like playing those Snow Spray, nor we want to spray people. We only want to count down, and it was still early, so we went to Heeren's Balcony to chill. First time drinking liquor. I DON'T LIKE IT! I seriously don't know why baby like it, and often drink with his boss and friends lo. CRAZY IDIOT. Sam and him were like damn red and hot la! But no one is drink. Only red. Then Rong Hui wanted to wait for his friends to chill out a bit at Balcony. So we left, Mel and Rong Hui remained there. Sad la. We didn't get to count down together. Damn sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Seng Chye droved us to Plaza Singapura. Saw cchms people there. Got Aurick, Oliver, Joanathan, Osama and Ryan. That's all I remembered. Well, don't know what to say about them man. Anyway, 6 of us went to Star Bucks to chill. Baby bought this peppermint star brownie for me. Jess says it's ex la. I don't even know he bought it. Bleahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Gui Jia went to toilet. After a while, Ed and me went. Then when we came back, they haven't come back yet la! Haha. In the end, they were waiting for us at the lift la. They thought we will take lift, we took the escalator. Haha. Darn funny. Jesslyn, the usual Zi Lian-er took loads of pictures of her and her boy. And she took a lot of my spastic pictures! Seng Chye keeps saying my round face and that it looks like the full moon! SO BAD! Everyone laughing at me la! SO MEAN! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down was nothing special. Sad part. Haha. And Jesslyn kissed me twice la! Haha. So sweet. I asked her kiss me another time, then Baby go kiss me. WTH. My cheeks are filled with their kisses. I LOVE JESSLYN! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seng Chye send us to East Coast. In the car, Mel, Rong Hui and Edwin were exchanging jokes la! They were so high. Crazy pigs. Haha. Esp Edwin. Don't know why he can be so high when he was having a headache. Crazy ASS. When we got down the car, I lost my phone la! SIAN! But I found it under the car seat. LUCKY! I thought I was gonna lose it again la. I sure cry man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually wanted to go to East Coast and slack. The girls exclusively. But in the end, Jesslyn had to reach home early so Seng Chye send her home. Sam and Gui Jia went home I guess. Mel and Rong Hui slacked at East Coast. I walked with Edwin to where his friends are, which is at Katong. Haha. Stupid them, they never stay at their chalet. Haha. Anyway, end of my day. I LOVE ZI LIAN FENG PO ZI! Haha. We should have outings more often. Next time. NO BOYFRIENDS PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin gave me this Nine West bag! So nice and I bet it's expensive. :( But I love it so much la!&lt;br /&gt;Jesslyn gave me Forvever Friends thing. I don't know how to explain. I gave her Forever Friends card. Haha. We have the same mind Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Melinda gave me Crabtree and Evelyn Candle and A snow globe. SO nice!&lt;br /&gt;Samantha gave me a metal bottle. Which I wanted for so long! Haha. She reads my mind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love presents. Keep it coming people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to people whom I gave presents to. I really am broke. Will make it up alright? I love you people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116702100782982854?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116702100782982854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116702100782982854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116702100782982854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116702100782982854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone-its-season-to.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116689003316875912</id><published>2006-12-24T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:07:13.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling kinda down right now. As though everything is not right. Read Trina's blog and I felt she's talking about me. Plus my current situation isn't really good. I am so tired. I can't find anything to perk me up anymore. All these are slowly draining me. Felt like giving up everything. Come on people, give some love. Because I do not feel any. This world has become cold. Like I am living in a world that only exists me. Now it's already 12am. And I don't feel like staying at home. But I loathe the dark. I feel no sun, even when it's in the morning or afternoon. Tomorrow is the outing with best friends and boy friends. To count down to chrstmas, to celebrate christmas together. But we have no plans yet. Everything is so last minute now. No one seems to care until the very last minute. I don't even feel the christmas spirit. I am getting fatter day by day but really, I don't care anymore. Let me get fatter and explode. Assignments are piling up. Datelines getting nearer and nearer. And I have absolutely no motivation to start on them. How come others seem happy every day? Like they have no worries and always lived life to the fullest? I tried and I always fail. My character and always swinging moods never fail to make the people around me feel sad and angry at me. Kok Leong lao shi always ask what's wrong with me, am I ok? But how to say? I can't shoot everything at him. What can I say? He always ask me to feel happy, to have fun! I want to as well. I will. Maybe when after everything is ok. I will do everything the right way, not make any mistakes and have fun. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116689003316875912?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116689003316875912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116689003316875912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116689003316875912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116689003316875912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/feeling-kinda-down-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116685529532249968</id><published>2006-12-23T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:28:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad dugged out all our home videos and he burned all of them into DVD. So now I have like 10 DVD of me and my baby self. Haha. It's almost too embarassing to say it out. Naked videos and embarassing stuffs. Haha. Shoud be thankful I stil have those videos because my memory doesn't start until I was in Secondary 1. And I don't even have a vivid memory of my secondary 1 days. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin is working his ass off. He is so damn tired la. Don't know why must tire himself so much for. I am so bored. Playing games is all I am doing now. Just finished watching "The Terminal" that Edwin rented. Okay only la. So bored. Planning on going to the library later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baobei just told me some scary stuff. I am so frightened now la. This is such a scary world. I feel like ending life now. It'll be so much easier. I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116685529532249968?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116685529532249968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116685529532249968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116685529532249968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116685529532249968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dad-dugged-out-all-our-home-videos.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116675655867831764</id><published>2006-12-22T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:02:38.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life is getting more and more boring. Today is the 5th day of the 3 weeks break from school. And I had done absolutely nothing at all! And to think that I have to hand in piles and piles of assignments when school reopens. And the fact that time is running out is scaring me! But I just can't seem to get myself motivated and do my work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Christmas Eve! Best friends and boy friends are going out! Haha. Jess, Sam, Mel and me plus our boy friends. It'll be such a nice Christmas! But I am broke to get anyone presents. I have to find a way to get money FAST. After outing with best friends and boyfriends, Ed and me are going to his friends' chalet. It'll be such a fun Christmas. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's scaring me day by day. But all I could do is wait. What if it never happens? What am I going to do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116675655867831764?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116675655867831764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116675655867831764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116675655867831764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116675655867831764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-is-getting-more-and-more-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116669747524869200</id><published>2006-12-21T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T02:37:55.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes keep getting swollen. I hate it a lot la! Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116669747524869200?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116669747524869200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116669747524869200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116669747524869200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116669747524869200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-eyes-keep-getting-swollen.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116663496123453064</id><published>2006-12-21T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:16:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an life changing day. It's either done with love and relationships or carry on living in it. It was so scary and hurting. But everything is talked out. Everything is fine now. I am so relieved! Really hope things will stay the same. 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So I am writing his name here. Haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116663496123453064?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116663496123453064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116663496123453064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116663496123453064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116663496123453064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-life-changing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116659427925463192</id><published>2006-12-20T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:57:59.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally stayed over at Jesslyn's house yesterday! It was already quite late when I met her at kembangan MRT station. Wasn't feeling too good yesterday. I felt like dying, maybe that'll let some people's lives better. So tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got to eat INDO MEE! Freaking nice ok? Jesslyn, send to me every month! Haha. :) And I ate cake from Indo, NICE!! Not too sweet. I love INDO FOOD! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now still at jess' house. Slept at 4am last night and woke at 1pm! Haha. jesslyn is suh a certified PIG! Don't know what to blog anymore. Tata. People who are sick, namely Fred and jesslyn throat. TAE CARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116659427925463192?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116659427925463192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116659427925463192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116659427925463192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116659427925463192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-stayed-over-at-jesslyns-house.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116655021665309090</id><published>2006-12-19T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:43:36.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sad. I realised I only bring sadness to people. Stress to people. People don't deserve me. Trying to be positive now. Am trying. I DO CHERISH YOU! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116655021665309090?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116655021665309090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116655021665309090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116655021665309090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116655021665309090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116641414287812682</id><published>2006-12-18T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:41:44.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/edit&lt;br /&gt;Change of plans!! Jesslyn smsed me just now, said today is my day with her! Haha. So we are going out later! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining heavily now. I am stuck at home, with nothing to do. Trina's working, Pei Shi went overseas. And I am sure that Jesslyn has a lot of other friends to go out with. After all, she will only be here for 2 weeks. Edwin is working and I am not that close with other friends anymore. Okay, truth is I am lazy. I am lazy to do anything but I feel bored doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my blog layout. I think it's better than the previous one. At least there are some white in it. So it wouldn't look so dead and emo. I just remembered, I have a lot of assignments to complete. Shall think about them tomorrow. Today shall be a slack day for me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116641414287812682?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116641414287812682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116641414287812682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116641414287812682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116641414287812682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/edit-change-of-plans-jesslyn-smsed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116636513487257256</id><published>2006-12-17T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T06:18:54.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually didn't planned to blog. I am such a lazy person. But I went to joanne's blog and she tagged me! Sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer ONE: On the Outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Heng Min Ru&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 03071989&lt;br /&gt;Current status: irresistably in love. :)&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: Black lo.&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: Black la.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign: Snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer TWO: On the Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: Getting hurt. IT'S THE WORST!&lt;br /&gt;Your weaknesses: Getting hurt so easily. :(&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Eating with the perfect person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer THREE: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: Am I late?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer FOUR: Your Pick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: COKE!&lt;br /&gt;Macdonalds or Burger King: I love both of them.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: I love addidas bags and jackets but love Nike shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea: Lipton.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE DEFINATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer FIVE: Do you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Sometimes. Those who say they don't can go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer SIX: In the Past Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: DUH! Haha. Orchard with Ed.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: YES. Stage is my place. Hopefully for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: YES! My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: NO! I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer SEVEN: Have You Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Always the case. Saddening. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer EIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you're hoping to be married: DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer NINE: In a Girl/Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour: I think blue's nice.&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour: Don't know lehs.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: SHORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer TEN: What Were You Doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago: Singing to the song in Jesslyn's blog!&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago: talking to ED!&lt;br /&gt;1.5 hours ago: Watching TV. SANTA CLAUS 2! I am so having the christmas spirit!&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago: Studying?&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago: Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer ELEVEN: Finish the Sentence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: My family, Edwin, my girls.&lt;br /&gt;I feel: christmasy!&lt;br /&gt;I hate: getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I hide: all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss: getting surprise presents.&lt;br /&gt;I need: so many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer TWELVE: Tag 5 people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesslyn&lt;br /&gt;2. Trina&lt;br /&gt;3. Pei Shi&lt;br /&gt;4. Pei Ru&lt;br /&gt;5. Yi Qing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a christmas exchange thing after Ruan Zu. I got Juliana's present! Haha. I think it's a hand rest. Nice! So happy. Pictures some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116636513487257256?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116636513487257256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116636513487257256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116636513487257256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116636513487257256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-actually-didnt-planned-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116594155674497333</id><published>2006-12-13T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:39:16.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling so fucked up now. I really feel like dying man. Everything is so wrong. And I can't seem to make them right. This is getting into me. I am losing it. Friends, do not laugh AT me or WITH me anymore. Because I have no more smiles and laughter to spare. I am done with it. Get it over with. Leave me for all I care. I am so sick and tired of feeling so damn pathetic inside. You all thought it's okay to laugh at me because while you are laughing at me, I am smiling too. Can't you see it's an act? I just do not know how to react. Please think for me. I thought I was never alone, but I realised I am. Whatever. This shit sticks to me. Can't get rid of it. I'm tired. People always say dying is such foolish matters. Don't ever say die. Freak it. What I owned will evetually get lost or stolen away from me. I have nothing left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116594155674497333?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116594155674497333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116594155674497333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116594155674497333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116594155674497333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/feeling-so-fucked-up-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116593441662854162</id><published>2006-12-12T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:40:16.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Xu Huan Liang from Ocean Butterflies came to our school today. For what, I am not too sure. Haha. Pon lecture. Went home and sleep. Wasn't feeling very good today. Went for vocal lessons. I finally went to one. I promised Kok Leong Lao Shi since don't know when. Haha. Today then I go. Haha. I returned everything to him le la. Have to start all over again. Then finish, ate dinner alone at Hola. End of my day. Life is getting boring. I got a feeling I am gonna die soon. I am serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116593441662854162?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116593441662854162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116593441662854162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116593441662854162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116593441662854162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/xu-huan-liang-from-ocean-butterflies.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116588718974110728</id><published>2006-12-12T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:36:30.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In school now. Don't know what Rodrigues is teaching. Shang Tu Xia Xie this morning. Feelring very uncomfortable. I really don't know why I still go to school. Stupid. I feel my stomach keep churning. Feeling so damn uncomfortable. I honestly think I gonna die soon. So many people died in their sleep. And they are healthy! I think I am dying soon too. Sigh. What's wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116588718974110728?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116588718974110728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116588718974110728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116588718974110728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116588718974110728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116585234332776990</id><published>2006-12-11T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:52:23.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stolen phone. N73. 6 days since I bought it when it was stolen. I feel damn sian. Feeling so empty now. Having a headache. Nowadays when I walk, I feel like as though I am having car sick. I feel so giddy. What's wrong with me? And my eyes hurt when I move my eye balls. Getting tired of life. It's so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sorry for today. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116585234332776990?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116585234332776990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116585234332776990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116585234332776990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116585234332776990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/stolen-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116568721240058480</id><published>2006-12-10T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:00:12.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AOM concert is TODAY! Haha. YAY! So happy! But in the audience, only 4 people I know. That's kinda sad. Only my family and my love. Sian. Like no friends one. Disappointing la actually. But anyway, things were fun! AOM is fun! Haha. I shall love music more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone did great la! Amos Ang and his piano and vocals were damn terrific la! And Jasmine Tye sang beautifully. Sugianto and Ruth's items are wonderful. Medleys were nice la. Yi Song's voice is damn nice! Haha. All are so nice. The grand finale is the best! I so love it! Haha. First time performing vocals in AOM for me. So nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I LOST MY HANDPHONE! I put it in my bag. Then the next time I check, my handphone is lost. I really very sad. I just bought my phone not too long ago la. Freaking hell. Really damn sad. My parents scolded me also la. But I don't know la. The room always have people one lo. No one was ever alone in the room de, and the room is connected, it don't even have a door la. Amos Ang K800 was lost too. Sigh. I don't know what to do le. Damn sad la. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116568721240058480?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116568721240058480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116568721240058480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116568721240058480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116568721240058480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/aom-concert-is-today-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116562632572564535</id><published>2006-12-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:05:25.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was boring. I don't like the atmosphere there anymore. I don't like to be there anymore. Walked the long way alone to GEMS class which is at T1A. I walked for 25 minutes la. Damn long. And I nearly got lost. Anyway I got back my test resuts for the second GEMS test. I got 12. The funny thing is I didn't even study. The ast test I studied so hard and I failed. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to AOM. It was quite last minute la. Everything. Like people just hear the song that was suppose to join everyone. About 6 plus. We went to SCGS to rehearsal. Actually it's just a sound check. So didn't really practise the songs. My voice is not back. I still can't sing. I really hope later I will be able to sing la. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it will be so much fun. Just so sad that NONE of my friends are going. Haha. Can't depend on them can I? It's just sad. I know where I stand that way. For the later performance, I wish all my friends at AOM good luck! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116562632572564535?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116562632572564535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116562632572564535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116562632572564535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116562632572564535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/school-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116553758272680334</id><published>2006-12-08T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:58:14.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Sometimes I really think...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;So what if I had family?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I still feel alone...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;So what if I had friends?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I still feel alone...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Sometimes there are too much to see...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Sometimes it's just nothing left to see...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Nothing really matters anymore...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I am tired...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tired of playing the ZR...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tired of AOM...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tired of DMAT...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tired of the people...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tired of words of concern...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tired of arguments...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tired of passion...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tired of everything...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tired...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;It's meaningless.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116553758272680334?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116553758272680334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116553758272680334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116553758272680334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116553758272680334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-i-really-think.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116550449352295808</id><published>2006-12-07T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:58:25.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had practise yesterday at AOM. The whole group of us were singing half way, then there is a black out! Haha. First time happened in AOM. Then we were heck caring la. Haha. Everyone continued to sing. Haha. Like the spirit of our team! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had ear training test. I got 87. Okay ba. A lot of the others did better. Improved le, the whole DMAT. Jimmy was lenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still having flu. Haven't recovered. I hope my performance on saturday, I will be recovered. I wanna sing! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116550449352295808?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116550449352295808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116550449352295808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116550449352295808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116550449352295808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/had-practise-yesterday-at-aom.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116539331752403711</id><published>2006-12-06T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:21:57.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today had Acoustical Science presentation. I presented about our lungs. So dumb. Haha. The rest talked about more relevent and more important stuff. Not much people were paying attention to me anyway. So it doesn't really matter. Haha. Went home straight after school. Wanted to practise for ET test and Keyboard mok test tomorrow, but I don't have the mood. Sian. Rotting here. At least I finished my MIDI Assignment! HAPPY! Now waiting for 5pm to come. Ed's bringing me to AOM, then he fetching me back again. Love him! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116539331752403711?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116539331752403711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116539331752403711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116539331752403711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116539331752403711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-had-acoustical-science.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116529457823001831</id><published>2006-12-04T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:56:18.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>021206 was Ed's dad birthday. Actually gonna celebrate at night over dinner. But Ed's sister cannot make it as she has to attend a wedding dinner so 4 of us, Ed's parents and us just eat western food. Haha. Then went to Expo John Little sale and IT show at Expo together. Then Ed's parents went home, went to Changi Beach with Ed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, Ed also hurt me la! Haha. I asked him for a piece of paper. He took and passed it to me. Then his pencil which is holding on pierce through my hand. Haha. BLEED K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/749983/Zzz-0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/91054/Zzz-0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/465742/Zzz-0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/211792/Zzz-0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031206 night then we celebrated his birthday. Went to DownTown East, Sakura's buffet to eat. A lot of things. Ed's sister's boyfriend, Jimmy, bought this slippers for Ed. Haha. So good. After eat, me and Ed walked around. We saw this booth, you know those children painting. We decided to do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/107135/03122007016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/130519/03122007016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/829704/03122007018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/382681/03122007018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/100979/03122007019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/271153/03122007019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/97363/03122007021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/171573/03122007021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/781397/03122007022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/106052/03122007022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our master piece! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we had CRS presentation. I anyhow present, wasn't feeling very well. Sian. Sure low marks. Then went home. Ed brought me to see doctor. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go school today. Wasn't feeling well. Sian. Tonight still got ruan zu practise. Yesterday already miss AOM practise. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116529457823001831?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116529457823001831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116529457823001831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116529457823001831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116529457823001831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/021206-was-eds-dad-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116499210181977900</id><published>2006-12-02T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:55:46.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reached school on time today. I reached at about 805am. I was counted as late, but I am the 3rd person to arrive la! So I slacked. Damn emo in the morning. My eyes are so damn swollen, I don't know why. It seems like I am crying in the night. But I don't remember lehs. I was sleeping la. Haha. Am I sleep-crying? WTH do I do that for? Haha. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, try to do my song. Complete it for MIDI assignment. Freaking difficult la. I got absolutely no ideas at all. Freaking sian. Michael Spicer did nothing much too. Left us to do out own work. Music theory was difficult too. I have to re study everything I guess. Then I have gems. I didn't know it's test today la! And it is a freaking 30%! Shit it. I guess I surely fail. Sure need to redo this module la. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to 2025 after Gems. Finished my song! Finally. Haha. Then went to meet Baby boy. SO happy. We went to Expo IT Show. :) So many people! But very fun. I love my baby boy! I am always so happy whenever I am with him. Yay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116499210181977900?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116499210181977900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116499210181977900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116499210181977900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116499210181977900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/12/reached-school-on-time-today_02.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116490078212538153</id><published>2006-11-30T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:52:12.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone is so sad nowadays. Regardless of what reasons. I am trying my best to become really optimistic. I really want to influence my sad friends to be at least a bit happier. But now, I think I am the one who has been influenced into an emo state. This feeling SUCKS. Here I am, trying hard to make my life as happy as possible. But no matter how hard I try, things just doesn't seem to go my way. I am not getting back into the pathetic state I was in in my secondary school days. No, not that sad, emo, self-pathetic me back in those days. I changed. But the environment I am in doesn't seem to like my change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life had hiccups every now and then. After every matter, I kept my smile. I kept happy feeling. But not long after, another hiccups pops out. Tell me what I should do. I can't keep my smile after everything happened like it never happened before. My smiles will die in the end. I can't carry on. I don't have the strenght to do so. Do I really have to swallow myself, cooped inside my own world? AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I leaned on, whom I thought I can count on are slowly difting away from me. I know we still seemed close, but everything is so different now. I try to find some pillar to lean on, but all I see is a huge piece of land with nothing in it. I only got myself. This is shit. Complete shit. People around me are breaking down one by one. Regardless of school, relationships or whatsoever. I don't see smiles on people's faces anymore. I see stress. I see frowns. I see tears. I am so SICK AND TIRED of those things that made people so sad, emo. And I am only 17! 17 years of life in this world and I already think of that. What will happen in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is indeed hard to live. I thought everything will go by as long as we have the heart to overcome anything. But devils are always stronger. And I am so bloodly weak. We are all bloodly weak. Shit always happens doesn't it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School now is a dreaded place to go for me. People there are complete strangers now. Friends are getting into a frenzy. Teachers had completely no idea what we are going through and yet expecting more from us. Preaching us. Even when I stepped outside of school. People are rushing off to god knows where. No smiles AT ALL. I walk slowly, people push me. I walk fast, I am stress. This is SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home too is where I don't like to be in. Home sweet home huh. SHIT. Staring at all those walls, going online and stuffs. Imaginaring virtual things. That only makes me expect more of life. Which will disappoint me more in the end. This is also SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always say life is FUN! Live life to the fullest. But when you meet an obstacle, what do you feel. SHIT! Bottomline? Shit is what life is. We live through shit to find another shit waiting for us. Man. This is shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hiccup just happened to me. Can I live through it? Or will I just crumble back to where I got out? People, back me up. I need help here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116490078212538153?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116490078212538153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116490078212538153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116490078212538153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116490078212538153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/everyone-is-so-sad-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116487662007798352</id><published>2006-11-30T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:50:20.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School had ended 1 hour ago. But in this lab, there are still a lot of people la. All chionging MIDI assignmentsthat are needed to be handed in tomorrow. Sian. I finished one song. And everyone said it sounded like a PAMPERS COMERCIAL. WTH. Haha. I am so bored and lazy to continue the other song. Hais. Need to hand in 2 songs and 1 report tomorrow. Freaking sian!!! HELP! And we are so stressed! Everyone is so stressed. There are more and more comments saying they are considering to quit the course. I admit I thought about that too. It's just freaking stressful la. STRESSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116487662007798352?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116487662007798352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116487662007798352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116487662007798352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116487662007798352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/school-had-ended-1-hour-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116481649466471998</id><published>2006-11-29T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:05:48.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During Science, we got so bored, we started to take loads of pictures. It reminds me of those days when me and Jesslyn were sitting together in class and in labs, taking pictures of ourselves. Heck caring the teacher. Those were fun times. And I am reliving it. Only that it's not Honey Jesslyn this time. It's Siew Ting Darling. Haha. Thinking back of those times with JT. Although complicating, yet fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/206400/29-11-06_1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/430452/29-11-06_1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening in class la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/598115/Photo-0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/997327/Photo-0450.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/612455/Photo-0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/450533/Photo-0451.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/246091/Photo-0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/707304/Photo-0456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/821709/Photo-0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/529303/Photo-0457.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/734974/Photo-0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/699403/Photo-0458.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/209601/Photo-0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/556759/Photo-0464.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/623438/Photo-0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/993978/Photo-0465.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/508001/Photo-0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/374419/Photo-0466.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/809024/Photo-0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/121395/Photo-0469.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/850769/Zzz-0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/912696/Zzz-0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/907454/Zzz-0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/394934/Zzz-0111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/38022/Zzz-0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/639680/Zzz-0109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Joanne decided to try out twitx poses. She did one, and we have to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/330860/Zzz-0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/750193/Zzz-0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Joanne with pose 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/686053/Photo-0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/34398/Photo-0454.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us with pose 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/313707/Zzz-0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/174229/Zzz-0107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne with pose 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/878805/Photo-0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/630933/Photo-0455.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were UGLY pictures. haha. And look at Ginny's face! Haha. So cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/309188/Photo-0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/214412/Photo-0468.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to meet Ed. His lesson ends at 3, but later at 5 he had to attend his school's open house briefing. But he came to TM to meet me first, at around 330pm. Aiyo, a while only. Haha. Then jiu accompany him back to TP. Then I took bus to Bedok Library. Slacked. Very fast jiu finish le the briefing. Then went to his place slack. Went down eat and go home! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at around 920pm. So we both were damn hungry la. We ordered Fishball soup, Laksa and Chicken Chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/104307/Zzz-0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/811531/Zzz-0114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/147269/Zzz-0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/976822/Zzz-0115.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to watch tv. In the end, we really watch the TV man.&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the side la. Stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116481649466471998?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116481649466471998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116481649466471998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116481649466471998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116481649466471998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/during-science-we-got-so-bored-we.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116476403563558611</id><published>2006-11-29T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:24:36.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sitting in 2044 music technology lab. Sitting at the end of the first row, trying to listen what Mr Michael Spicer rattle on about some numbers of the binary codes. This is getting so boring. I am not even bothering to listen. I can't listen. My ears are so blocked. My mind is wondering off to nowhere, so I had to come here to blog about...Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone read the book "A Child Called IT" by Dave Pelzer? It is written in true account of the author's. He was tortured and suffered from child abuse in his years of growing up. When he was borned, his mother was this kind, motherly figure. But later turned into a monster, which Dave cannot even recognise and is scared of her. His mother changed overnight. He became the slave of the house. Often beaten up. His dad cannot help him too. No one in his family can help him, except himself, his will and hope. His dad promised to get him out of the crazy house. But failed to do so, his dad left himself. Dave was so poor thing. He will be given dateline to finish the dished if not there are cruel punishments. His mother forced him to eat his baby's brother shit and even stabbed him in his stomach. It's so crazy. My sister don't even dare to read it. Why would anyone do that? Dave had 3 books. All are bad memories of his life. 3 stages of his life. Child, Teenage and Adult. So sad. But at least he did not bring his experiences and put it on his own son. Worst part. My friend told me his elder brother also got tortured by their mother when the law took Dave away from that monster house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Spicer is still rattling on those number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Dorothy Koomson's "Best Friend's Girl" too. Nice. It's about this girl whose best friend had a child with her fiancee. Heartbroken, all 3 did not contct each other for years. But one day, on this girl's birthday, she finally opened one of the letters of her best friend send to her. She was dying. And she wanted that girl to adopt her child. Complicating. But captivating. Haha. My mother attempted to read it. But she keep complaining thta each page she would have to check the dictionary a few times so she gave up. Haha. My sister is reading it now. People are queueing up for this book la. After my sister is Siew Ting darling and after that is Swee Fang. Haha. I love my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating on my MIDI assignment. I koped Siew Ting's darling instruments channels. And just delete her song, and make my own songs. So mean of me. But she agreed. I owe her too much la. She treated the gang of us Macs today la. She is so good! I love my darling! Such a kind, good hearted, generous girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicer is STILL talking about numbers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got quite a number of pictures I will be posting. A long time ago, when the gang went to MS. And on monday, class pictures. I love pictures. DMAT is getting more fun. Everyone is getting more bonded. And I changed my impression of them. Gradually. I am so gonna have fun in my 3 years with them. Provided I can promote. I got 42 for my Acoustical Science test! It's over 50 la. I never got so high in my whole life. I only got B in my primary school days. Which is below 80. Haha. So happy. My dad says I am improving my science only in poly, which is quite USELESS. Haha. Someone told me just yesterday that we will be having Ear Training test and Keyboard test next week! Which is so damn fast, because these can't be studied overnight! I am so screwed. The lecturers didn't even inform us at all. What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicer is finally NOT talking about numbers. Oh wait... he still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the school to end, and the holidays to start! Which means CHRISTMAS is coming! Haha. So excited. I think I will be spending it with Ed and his friends? I don't know. Anyway, I am so looking forward to the retards "chalet" too! Provided we can get a chalet in such a short time notice. I hope we can get it. I really want! It will be so much fun! I miss my girls. It's been a long time since we last went out and talked together. I miss my honey jesslyn too. It's been decades since I last seen her la. So sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Spicer just said there's a test coming up, but not such the exact date himself. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were so lame yesterday. I was in the study room, youtube-ing. While she is in our bedroom, chatting online. Then she asked me online a question. I don't even know the answer la. So she wanted to ask out mummy. She asked me to ask. But I am lazy. She was lazy too. So she suggested we shout out to her together. Haha. On the count of 3. So what we did is. &lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;"MUMMY!" Haha. Suddenly we both shout la. Nothing happened. So again. But i was lagged. Then again. This time she was lagged. Then my mummy rushed out of her bedroom. Haha. She thought something serious happened la. Me and my sister just laughed so crazily. Haha. So funny. Stupid sister. Forever DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicer just said something that 127 is 0X7S. What the hell is he talking about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, Vivian sings with her purple pen as a microphone. I borrowed her purple pen yesterday and forgotten to return her. She went home and can't sing because I got her "Microphone" ! Haha. Freaking funny la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going over to Ed's place later. Go and bother him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116476403563558611?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116476403563558611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116476403563558611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116476403563558611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116476403563558611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-sitting-in-2044-music-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116473107712719643</id><published>2006-11-29T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T08:24:37.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MIDI is dued this friday and I haven't even start on it. Chionging time. I hate assignments. They are always so difficult to finish. I am tired now. But I just don't feel like sleeping. I can't sleep. Honey, please contact me asap ok? I am so worried for you la. I love you honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming! SO EXCITED! Plus I hope retards "chalet" will come true! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116473107712719643?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116473107712719643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116473107712719643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116473107712719643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116473107712719643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/midi-is-dued-this-friday-and-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116467218344918646</id><published>2006-11-28T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:03:03.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just woke up with a swollen eye! I seriously don't know why. I just sleept through the night. Why would my eye get swollen? My eyes are small enough, when it swells, it gets even smaller and it is making me so difficult to see things! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum prepared breakfast again. Look at this face now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0105.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0105.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun! DMAT was taking pictures all the way. Want those pics, just save okay DMAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0432.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0434.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0436.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0439.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0442.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0443.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0079.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0080.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0080.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0081.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0081.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0083.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0083.7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0084.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0084.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0087.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0087.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0088.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0088.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0093.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0093.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, met Ed at TM. Ate Long John. Walked around. Nothing much also la. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0229.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0229.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0230.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0232.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0233.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0234.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0234.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0235.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0104.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0104.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to school! I am so freaking LATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116467218344918646?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116467218344918646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116467218344918646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116467218344918646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116467218344918646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-woke-up-with-swollen-eye-i.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116458490415534936</id><published>2006-11-27T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:17:36.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went down with my sister for a jog just now in the morning. And I was terribly shooken up. I ran my second round, which was VERY GOOD, because I haven't run in more than one year. And I spotted 2 dogs, one small and the other is a golden retriever. If you know me well enough, I am TERRIBLY AFRAID OF DOGS LA! So I stopped in my tracks. But then that golden retreiver saw me, and it doesn't want to let me off la! FREAK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it started dashing towards me! So I let out this scream which the whole simei could hear. You probably think it's stupid letting out a scream. But the MALE owner heard and shouted at the dog, which stopped. LUCKILY! But then, I started to broke down. Haha. Cry baby right. But it was really frightening, my sister don't even know what to do. Gosh. It was so fast la! Like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/556983/dgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/324699/dgg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's the funny thing? The smaller dog was tied up, but NOT the golden retriever la. My knees are still very jelly. Hais. This is not the first time la. The first time was when I was walking in CCHMS! I am damn suay la. I don't like the dogs. THEY HATE ME. I thought I almost become that bird like creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/962860/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/198706/dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wished JESSLYN HONEY Happy birthday! I love her so much! But she complained I wished her too late! Haha. SORRY HONEY! Muacks! About your present, sorry. This year don't have. This year all the retards are not getting presents from me! Haha. I LOVE RETARDS! MUACKS! I hope our chalet will be true. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116458490415534936?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116458490415534936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116458490415534936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116458490415534936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116458490415534936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-down-with-my-sister-for-jog-just.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116449784339955365</id><published>2006-11-26T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:37:36.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of things going on. But I am lazy to blog. Haha. Celebration of Baobei's birthday with Trina and Peili on the 22. Went out after school with Siew Ting darling on the 24. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday reached Art at around 1pm. I was late la. Lao Shi wanted me to bring Zhong Ruan but I can't find the cover for the Zhong Ruan. So I brought Gao Ying Ruan instead. Haha. BUt actually not much difference ma. Hope I cant use GYR to perform instead. It's so must smaller and lighter. So many people went to Art yesterday. Got Charlene, Yi Song, Clara, Sylvia, Benedict, Berenice, Zhen Xuan, Cheryl, LiLian, Christine, Tiffany. A few I only got to know them yesterday. Christine played the Er Hu. Going to accompliment 2 songs with my GYR. Haha. I honestly think the whole combination a bit weird. Haha. But they all like the chinese orchestra effect. Haha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to practice Sylvia's song. Our song. Haha. So excited! I actually got some confidence in that song le. Hope Sylvia will feel the same way. Then practise each our songs. Haha. Actually there is no fixed timings what time practise ended. But we love there la. SO we stayed on until very very late. Around 8 or 9 pm. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia and I got bored half way, so we played Jenga! I lost 2 times la! She only lost once. Everytime I play that game, I surely lose de lo! Plus when it falls, I surely screamed! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/723643/Zzz-0078_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/336425/Zzz-0078_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the highest I played in my whole entire life la. Haha. And it fell because of me. Haha. I took one piece out le! But when I put it on top, it wobble and fell la! Suay man! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOM IS FUN! But sometimes I feel it's a drag to go there. Maybe I don't have the motivation or I just think the journey is FAR! Haha. But I love people in AOM! Haha. Funny and fun people! Wanted to go to the chalet, but there are a lot to do plus I have school. Haha. Nvm ba. Sure got next time de. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After AOM, went to Paragon to look for Ed. He now working there le. Selling women's shoes. Wah! He said he falling in love with the shoes there le la! Haha. And the price not cheap. $100 plus sia. Haha. On our way home, we kept seeing his friend la! Never see mine at all. I bet with him I will see at least one. Haha. Wah lao, I lost man! He saw 6 or 7 of his friends la. So unfair one. Then slacked slacked then go home. Haha. When he going home, he chasing bus ma. Then got one police car go halt him. Haha. Ask where he go. Suay la he. Look like criminal he says. Haha. Policemen too boliao. People chase last bus still wanna ask where he going. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Ed for breakfast now before going to Ruan Zu. ARG! Dying. Twin is so gonna tell me everything! WAHAHAH! I miss everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116449784339955365?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116449784339955365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116449784339955365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116449784339955365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116449784339955365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/lot-of-things-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116433115022581329</id><published>2006-11-24T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T15:21:00.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a VERY SPECIAL DAY! It's the birthdays of my 2 VERY BEST FRIENDS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRINA AND PEISHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Surprisingly, it is only the middle of this year that I know that Pei Shi's birthday falls on the same day as Trina's. It never did occured to me things are always that coincidental. I am aware that I had talked about them in my previous posts. But today is their special day, and I shall do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had known Pei Shi when we were still small lilttle girls. She really was little. Short, small and fair. Her hair was always in place, secured with a small little hair clip. She was so cute! As if she is the baby of the class. And that was when we were already in Pri 5 and 6. I wasn't close with her at all. Only that we hang out together with the same group. Hwee Koon, Jazreel, Martin, Wei Jin/ But it wasn't until we went up to Secondary school that we became closer! And it's because of my HONEY, JESSLYN. And she is a blessing to me. She is always there when I needed her. When I need someone to talk to, she'll be there. Advices, comforts she gave are amazing. Because I know she had gone through those too. But all these only happened recently. And I am happy it happened. Shi Shi, as I always call her, is an amazing friend! She is always that pretty and FAIR, thinking of others before her. I can still remember that time when I saw her at Far East. She practically screamed out my name! That was fun. Today it's your birthday. I am sorry that you are not celebrating with us retards. I remember my 17 birthday. You guys are the best! But I'll make it up to you alright? You will get your presents la, I know that's what you are thinking now. Haha. Only recently then we began to talk more frequently and closely. And I know we have a long way to go. A lot more stuff to share and care. I Love You Shi Shi! :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina Ng Chin Teng! Haha. Dragonfly! Haha. I can still remember that nickname you had la! I had known you since FOREVER! You are my FIRST BEST FRIEND and is my BESTEST FRIEND! I can't really remember how you looked like in Pri 1. Since my memory only starts vaguely from Pri 5. But from those pictures, you looked NERD! Haha. With that chin length hair in centre parting. Oversize shirt and below knees length skirt. You looked so different from now la! Haha. As I said before, you are always the one listening to me. Giving me advices, even though I am no help to you when you are in need of help. Because you are always the stronger one. You went through so much more than me. Haha. Thanks for everything girl. And your birthday you are spending it with your bf. Haha. We will celebrate again ok. Haha. I know you are always asking for your present. WAIT CAN! You will get it de la. I love you BEST FRIEND! And I know I still owe you youor letter. HAHA. I will write it asap. Please UPDATE OUR BLOG! Haha. And hope you had fun that day with Pei Li and me. Haha. I LOVE YOU! :) HAPPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the 4 retards. Haha. My best friends. Other than zlfpz. Haha. Talking about zlfpz, I miss them. It's been ages since we last hang out together la. 3 of them are still as close as ever though. Haha. I miss 5I and 6I too. Talking to Hwee Koon now. Haha. Want her to plan a gathering. Haha. I miss everyone suddenly. I just don't miss Dmat. I have been seeing them TOO MUCH! Haha. No wonder I miss the others. Haha. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDI assignment's dateline is postponed to 1 week later. Due to unfinished work from a lot of people. Haha. I am stressed. Have so many things to complete. Have performances coming up too. Assignments. SHIT! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116433115022581329?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116433115022581329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116433115022581329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116433115022581329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116433115022581329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-is-very-special-day-its.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116429503222053934</id><published>2006-11-23T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:17:12.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true I haven't been sleeping well. It's true I haven't been able to eat normally. It's true I am thinking too much. It's even true that I am not emotionally stable. But I AM FINE people. I think I can handle this on my own. I am ok. Thanks everyone for asking. But really, I am ok. I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116429503222053934?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116429503222053934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116429503222053934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116429503222053934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116429503222053934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-its-true-i-havent-been-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116412563684932485</id><published>2006-11-22T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:13:56.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from Ed's place. Ate dinner at 10 plus. Haha. Happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave strength.&lt;br /&gt;you assured.&lt;br /&gt;you care.&lt;br /&gt;you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna pass these STRONG feelings to my dear JESSLYN HONEY! Be strong ok? Have some faith. I did! Haha. MUACKS! I love you honey! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116412563684932485?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116412563684932485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116412563684932485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116412563684932485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116412563684932485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-got-home-from-eds-place.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116406672962619408</id><published>2006-11-20T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:18:28.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/1600/966412/Zzz-0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2893/546/320/625743/Zzz-0071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the breakfast my mummy made for me. When I saw it, i heard HER laughter la! Because my eyes were HUGE, I was shocked she made that can. Haha . :) Looks like my baby. Aww. I LOVE YOU!! Mummy and BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116406672962619408?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116406672962619408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116406672962619408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116406672962619408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116406672962619408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-breakfast-my-mummy-made-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116398844847921870</id><published>2006-11-19T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:07:28.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In school now. Planned to reach school early to finish up my REMT assignment. But my DARLING SIEW TING helped me to complete it! Honestly, she helped a LOT la! I feel so guilty! Gosh. Thanks DARLING! I love you!! So now I have nothing to do. Haha. Okay, except to finish my MIDI assignment which is dued this friday and I haven't start on it! Haha. Nevermind, I am a last minuter. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Ruan Zu yesterday. Lao shi asked me to take my diploma grade examinations. Ew also encourage. I don't know if I want to do it not. Registration fee is about $300 plus. So ex. And the examination is in April, which is only less then 4 months away. And I haven't been practising my ZR skills and all for more than a year! Hais so dilemma. Lao Shi also said we are confirm going to China to perform next year September. Don't even know if I can go not. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruan Zu is having a performance on 10 Dec. Anyone want to go? $10 per tix. AND PLEASE BUY AOM TICKETS FROM ME!! 9 Dec. $12 or $15. Please please. Haha. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ruan Zu, accompanied my mum to go Eastpoint Popular. She wanted to get some assessment books for her one and ønly student. Haha. Gosh lo. When I was in secondary school, I buy assessment books myself la. Only the student herself will know what kind is better ma. Gosh. Still need tutor to buy. Anyway, I saw a book. Mummy bought it. Haha. About this girl, whose fiancee had sex with her best friend. In the end, the best friend is dying, and asking that girl to adopt her child. Gosh lo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met Ed. At Funan, working there yesterday. Ate Cavanna's, they were showing Britney Spears' concert la. Long time ago. She was so sexy then, now lehs? Haha. After that jiu GO HOME! So freaking tired la. :) I love YOU!  BAOBEI, HONEY, SHI SHI, DEARLING, DARLING. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116398844847921870?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116398844847921870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116398844847921870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116398844847921870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116398844847921870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116370553302185299</id><published>2006-11-18T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:34:29.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ThURSDAY: Woke up at 8am when I was supposed to leave at 8am! I was freaking late. Babes Conde's lesson. Sigh. I was really scared she would scold me la. I was late for half an hour. Felt so bad. Stupid me. Why can't I just wake up on time? Lesson was not bad. I love the 2 songs she gave us today. After Keys, we have ear training. Today's topic is about rhythm and beats. We were singing to train our jie zou gan. I love today's lessons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, met Ed. He came to SP. Wanted to go up to T21. But it was raning so hard. He said he knew there is a shelter route that leds to T21, but he was lost. That lu chi. Anyway, met him at T17. Went to Vivo City. Actually out plan was to go to Vivo to catch a movie and then go to Sentosa's Siloso Beach. But that wasn't really what happened today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Vivo City, he suddenly hungry, craved for Mee Pok! WTH! Go Vivo City and eat Mee Pok! Haha. So lame la. So I forced him to order other stuff. He ordered a mini steamboat and hao jian. Haha. Freaking nice la! Then I went to buy Longan Drink. The auntie was dman slow can! Got 2 people there, still so slow. Their actions are as though they are on slow motion la! I waited more than 20 mins just to order lehs! And she spent more time looking for Longan! WTH! Then tell me sold out! I nearly slap her la. Haha. Anyway, bought a Lychee Drink instead. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went to check out the movie timings. Timings dman zhun. We bought tickets for Flushed Away. 450pm show. And the time we bought is exactly 450pm la. Haha. We went in, the commercials are still on. Timings are so just right. Haha. Nicee. The cinema was damn small actually. But the seats are not bad. The handle can be put up, so it becomes a couple seat. Haha. Not bad la. By the way, there are only tickets left second row from the front. We sat in front la! My neck hurts. But the show was nicee. So funny! Haha. And lame la. Haha. Enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we wanted to go Sentosa, then raining I think. So we made our way to East Coast Park. Haha. When we were walking the route from NEL line and EAST line, we saw SIEW TING DARLING and SWEE FUAN!! Haha. I was just thinking if I would meet them there, and they suddenly call out my name la! Haha. Freaking scary. Haha. I miss my darling! Anyway, went to Paya Lebar. We were bored on the train, so we started taking stupid pictures. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0071.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0071.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0080.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0080.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0081.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0077.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0077.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transfer bus 135 to Marine Parade. We bought Scoopz ice cream. Service was damn bad la! I didn't see the girl's name tag clearly. But really, her attitude is damn bad. Then ed says maybe it's because her pay is low. But pay low also don't need attitude to be that bad right? Aiyo. Anyway, we bought 2 flavours, my favourite chocolate mint and his favourite sour stuff, lemon. Which I think it completely sucks! Haha. It was so sour la! Gosh. His lemon was on top of my chocolate mint, depriving me of my ice cream. So I was busy scooping and the whole thing was a HUGE mess la! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0082.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0082.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ichiban Sushi. He ordered a set, some chicken thingy. Which is not bad. And I ordered Sashimi Salmon and Salmon something. Haha. NICE! I love my salmon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0083.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0083.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT LA! Haha. It was damn freaking nice! But then I wanted more la. Haha. So he ordered another plate of Sashimi Salmon for me. And Tempura Ice Cream. Never tried that before. Haha. I LOVE the salmon, but the tempura ice cream I don't like. He finish the whole thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0085.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0085.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even he says it's nice la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdhJaY_fHhQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdhJaY_fHhQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His attempt to eat his orange, but didn't in the end. It was freaking SOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0084.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0084.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we proceeded to East COast Park.Sat on the bench talked about loads of stuff. We played 20 questions. Haha. About ourselves instead of what object. Haha. :) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: I woke up at 10am!! Haha. I had class at 8am, I cannot make it. I had class at 10am, I am still on my bed. WHAT IS THIS!? Hurry chiong to school, had to hand in my assignment I chionged yesterday night at 12pm la. Rushed to school. After handing it, we had lunch. CHICKEN RICE! I love FC6 chicken rice. It is freaking nice! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Siew Ting helped me with my cubase song. THANKS SIEW TING DARLING! Then studio time! Recorded and sing. A while later, it was already 8pm! Freaking late. Freaking dark! Haha. Proceeded home. I was damn hungry la! Then I bought CHICKEN RICE! Haha. Guess what? Whole simei only got one roasted chicken drum left la! Haha. Lucky I bought it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept early. DAMN TIRED! YAY! Next week slack le. Thanks goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall reply tags here:&lt;br /&gt;DEXIN: Haha. Thanks de xin. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yi Qing: Ya! Very fast hor. Haha. Scares me too. How's your os? Haha. You better ask me out man!!&lt;br /&gt;EDWIN: WAH! Thanks ah! Make me fat! WTH. Haha. Okay, bring those to my house everyday lo. You say de ma. :) iloveyoutoo.&lt;br /&gt;STING: DARLING! Haha. Gosh lehs! You there, I still sleeping lo. Haha. MUACKS!&lt;br /&gt;JESSLYN: Haha You also 2 months can! Haha. And I am so NOT! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;WENWEN: Hey! I am not lo! Haa. :) Is this the first time you tag? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116370553302185299?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116370553302185299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116370553302185299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116370553302185299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116370553302185299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/thursday-woke-up-at-8am-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116360939398372705</id><published>2006-11-16T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:54:06.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually had to reach school at around 8am. But I was late! Haha. We agreed to meet at 8am la because we booked the studio, wanted to complete our REMT songs. Haha. Freaking hell. I woke up damn late la! Then so sad, I felt so guilty. So I bought her sweets! Haha. Anyway, we let Aimran and Raymond do theirs for one hour first. Haha. Kind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did Siew Ting's song first. Haha. I helped her sing. Her song was so nice la! I love it so much! Haha. But the way I sang it not so good, I learnt it on the spot. So dumb. Then I sang and sang and sang, she record and record and record. Haha. A while jiu finish le. Her song quite short. Then we did harmonising. Haha. Niceeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued to my song! Actually, Sylvia's song. Hha. My lyrics. Anyway, was nice too. Haha. We harmonised it as well. I LOVE THAT SONG LA! Haha. Think Sylvia is really damn talented. Haha. :) Don't even have enough time to finish recording my song. It was already around 3pm when we finish. Then we have to chiong to take our science test. Test was somehow okay la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, went to meet him. Waited at Vivo. Haha. We walked round and round Vivo again. Haha. GAP has opened there! Haha. So nicee. We ate Carls' Jr AGAIN! Freak. Serving so BIG! And people are buying one set EACH. How to finish? We bought a set to share, and we were damn full le la. Haha. I love their chili fries! Anyway, went outside of Vivo, where there are this shallow waters. Haha. Nicee. It was dark already by that time. Got a place, a lot of people are sitting on the wooden steps, facing the "sea". A lot of couples la. Haha. Then we follow the crowd and sat there too. Haha. Stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this group of girls preparing to surprise another girl for her birthday. they lighted around 50 plus candles floating on the water la! Then they placed a lot of photos wraped up in plastics in the water! So sweet la! Freaking sweet. :) Reminds me of the RETARDS and ZLFPZ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back inside VIVO. Went to CANDY EMPIRE. Haha. Bought quite a lot of candy! Haha. I saw this MOZART DRINK! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0073_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0073_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this nougat flavoured chocolate milk drink. I bought it. It is named Mozart. Maybe after drinking it, I may have inherited music talents. Haha. And it is even on OFFER! Buy one get one FREE! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0072_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0072_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, Ed doesn't LIKE that drink. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed LOVE sour stuffs la! I FREAKING DO NOT KNOW WHY! I hate them la!! So sour! GOSH! He bought this ZOMBIE sour grape sweet and NERDS rope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0077.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0077.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0074_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0074_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought MINT M&amp;M! Haha, NICE man! That one is SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that ZOMBOE Sour grape thingy. Oh gosh. How could anyone eat it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0076.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0076.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like a small boy. So eager to eat his sweets Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0075.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0075.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kopitiam in Vivo. I bought Longan Drink. So long never drink le. SO nicee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed began to eat his sweets. Ate the Nerds one first. Haha. Sour type sia. Remember those nerds sweets. The outside is sour, then after a while, the inside will be sweet. I ok with it only. Don't really like sour stuff, but he likes sia. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/py107Ezsda0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/py107Ezsda0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fed me one. Gosh. Yew man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started on his ZOMBIE sweets. Lol. When he was tugging and pulling at the sweet. There is this cute little boy who is eating the same sweets la! ZOMBIE purple sour grapes. And he got no sour expressions at all la! So li hai! Plus hecan bite very easily lo. Edwin and I got to pull and pull until the sweet snaps la! Gosh. So paiseh. Haha. The small boy walked past us at that time and keep looking at us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTz6gsBzPJA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTz6gsBzPJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0080.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2OjXAVVcG2s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2OjXAVVcG2s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate the whole thing la he. Gosh. Crazy people! He ate until his whole tongue was purple. GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0082.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0082.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then time for home. Already 10pm le then. Took MRT. Bored so took pic. Accidentally press video. Bored. Uploaded them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9000c83Uxns"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9000c83Uxns" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0083.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0083.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, its past 12. Happy 2 month! I Love You. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116360939398372705?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116360939398372705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116360939398372705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116360939398372705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116360939398372705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-actually-had-to-reach-school-at.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116343249377578529</id><published>2006-11-13T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:52:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was late for handing in MUST assignment. It was dued today at 930am la. Freak. And I only reached school at around 10am. Hais. 5 marks deducted. Saddening. And to think I still woke up at 5am to chiong finish my assignment. Still can be late for school. I didn't notice the time until it was 815am. And I still haven't prepare to go out. Freak. My grades. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CRS only at around 1030am. Slacked lesson. Today only got CRS. Acoustical Science lesson was cancelled. Which is good because I can do my nails and slack while waiting for Ed's class to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ed around 620pm for dinner. Went to CS's foodcourt to eat. He ate Korean food around Sim Lim yesterday and he said it was nice. And he said this is the main outlet of their company. So tried their food. It was okay la, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed was totally retarded in school today la. He said he was damn bored so he started to draw drawings on his friends' hands and stuff. Haha. Then he kanna himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0072.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this looked as though his leg is bleeding. WTH lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0073.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then is friends' started drawing smiley faces on his leg. Damn retarded. Haha. Although I have gone through that before. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some of the pictures during the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Canon008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Canon008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Canon021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Canon021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Canon026.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Canon026.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Canon027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Canon027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Canon028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Canon028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Canon030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Canon030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Canon043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Canon043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Canon044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Canon044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 more days. I love you. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116343249377578529?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116343249377578529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116343249377578529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116343249377578529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116343249377578529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-late-for-handing-in-must.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116341015052225571</id><published>2006-11-13T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:29:10.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so gonna announce something! Very proud of this person. HONEY!! JESSLYN NOVIANTY! She become so damn pretty la! Freak her. I think she become so damn pretty la! Haha. Go check out her blog. Got nice nice pictures! Haha. I am so proud of her! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did my nails. I figured I always did french if not use pale colours, so I tried DARK! Haha. I not used to it sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0071.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0071.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel that it looks like a witch's hands la. Haha. I still like Pui Boon's nails! Haha. Freaking nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is in such a mess now. Gosh. It's as though it is permed la! Freak. Why don't I have straight hair? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116341015052225571?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116341015052225571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116341015052225571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116341015052225571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116341015052225571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-gonna-announce-something-very.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116337138780341220</id><published>2006-11-13T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:43:07.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was MISS TAY's CHURCH WEDDING! Haha. It was fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Pearlin in the morning. It was so early that city link was so quiet and no one there la. She was late. Waited for her about 30 mins. Gosh. I sat down on the benches. When the people are beginging to surface. Everyone was so hustle la. Then beside me were those small little christmas trees I think. A lot of people were taking pictures with them la. People are so busy man. As though they are always rushing off to some where. Plus, they don't look very friendly and approchable. Whatever happened to happiness man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Pearline. I want to buy new shoes. My heels are spoilt and they are hurting my feet so badly la. Freak. But the stores are not opened yet. Wanted to eat first. Pearl wanted to eat waffle ice cream. Crazy one! Where got people eat ice cream waffle in the morning de? But she ate anyway, and I ate Gelare's Carbonara. Wanted to try that long ago le. I think not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after buying my shoes, went to city hall mrt to wait for the others. But only Lester came la. The rest I don't know because I left first. Haha. Went to Tanah Merah Mrt. Met Dickson, Zhi Yin's dad fetching us into AHS All Saints' Church. When we reached there, we thought wrong place la. Because there are no one that we knew. Haha. Then we saw Mel sitting at a corner with a huge plastic bag. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was so sweet la. Shall talk more about it after I got the pictures. :) Haha. It was fun! Mel, Sam, GJ, Pui Boon, Zhi Yin, Dickson and Yi Hui went to Bugis to eat after that. When walking out of AHS, the journey felt longer than what we have to walk from from CCHMS la! Plus their roads are so steep! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sim Lim while they went Bugis. Wasn't really hungry anyway. Waited for Ed. Then went to his house to slack a bit. Then went home. Super tired la! Wanted to finish my assignments. Freak damn tired so I figured I would do it this morning. Which is why I am up so early. I woke at 5am la! And that stupid edwin insisted on morning call me. Gosh lehs! So early. Anyway, the folder is GONE FOREVER in e learning blackboard. So I guess I have to wait for DMAT people to online before I can do my stuff. Pray I won't lose 5 marks due to overdue work. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116337138780341220?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116337138780341220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116337138780341220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116337138780341220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116337138780341220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-miss-tays-church-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116329167608412030</id><published>2006-11-12T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:34:36.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edwin bought bluetooth adapter for me while he was working! Yay! &lt;strong&gt;I CAN FINALLY UPLOAD THOSE ZILIAN PICTURES OF HONEY JESSLYN NOVIANTY, CHEN MIAO JUAN!&lt;/strong&gt; They are so many of them la. Keeping storing in my phone! I can finally delete them! Haha! I am so going to flood yours when you come back honey! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Art Of Music yesterday. Fit my lyrics with Sylvia's song. Not bad la. Haha. I feel weird singing it. Gonna change my assignment. Using that song for REMT instead. Save the trouble. Gonna perform it this december. Anyone interested in Art Of Music's first anniversary concert? It's at Singapore Chinese Girls' School (Khoo Audi) at 7.30pm. $12 and $15. I hope people buys from me. Have lots to clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be able to catch performance by ruth &amp; sugianto from project superstar season 1. clara from campus superstar. Jasmine tye and meryl from singapore idol 2. Amos ang, joint-winner of teenage icon 2005. Charlene and matthew from teenage icon 2006. tiffany. winner of NP Idol 2006. (taken from Ben's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I know I say here also no use. Haha. No one will be interested de la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Art, accompanied laoshi to go Taka. Haha. Sylvia tagged too. We saw Tarrot cards! Feel so tempted to buy and play! Haha. Like so fun. So interesting la. But they are so expensive. Laoshi was looking for a corkboard for his vision board. Haha. And he looking for good books. Then Laoshi sent me to SimLim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Edwin. Ate Matcha! Nice. Keep eating that now. I like. Haha. Then walked around Bugis. That's all. I lazy to blog le sia. Only write briefly. Haha. Gosh. Today should be interesting. &lt;strong&gt;Miss Tay's church wedding!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Pearing for breakfast first. It's her birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEARL! Stay happy and don't be so pessimistic la. Don't be so naive le ok. YOU CAN LIVE WITHOUT MEN DE LA! Everyone can! ok? love you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116329167608412030?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116329167608412030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116329167608412030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116329167608412030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116329167608412030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/edwin-bought-bluetooth-adapter-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116321088766638374</id><published>2006-11-11T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:08:07.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling damn hungry. Just woke up. Have to complete writing lyrics for Sylvia's song. Later will be going down to AOM for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have loads of assignments haven't complete. So sian la. Gosh. How to complete?! Can die lo. Stil got Acoustical Science test when school reopens. I wanna DIE!! And I haven't finish my REMT song. And I still got 2 more songs to complete! Someone! KILL ME!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Baobei's friend, PeiLi now. Haha. She very cute sia! I told her baobei always bully me, her reply is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thetans] wang min ru ...   says (9:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;everytime she bully me one&lt;br /&gt;[thetans] wang min ru ...   says (9:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;very bad hor&lt;br /&gt;★.aHz Li.★wheehee `rOmEo &amp; jUliet ` ohnonono! tsktsk` =) ` it's not goodbye. &lt;3 *` moRemoRemorE*` =D says (9:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i know i know&lt;br /&gt;★.aHz Li.★wheehee `rOmEo &amp; jUliet ` ohnonono! tsktsk` =) ` it's not goodbye. &lt;3 *` moRemoRemorE*` =D says (9:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baobei! She know that you always bully me sia! HAHA! Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my dearest honey now. She misses me SO MUCH LA! Haha. Too much man! And she is so gonna buy a lot of stuff for me when she comes back! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday met up with some JT people. To buy wedding gift for Miss Tay. Got Dickson, Pui Boon, Melinda, Samantha, Gui Jia, Zhi Yin and me. Ate at Han's. Walked around lo. Nothing much. Melinda was later for 1 hour. So she got to bring the presents home. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha was wearing this red zara shirt la. Then we saw someone wearing the exact shirt. Both of them hide behind their friends. Damn funny la. We all laughed until so loud! The other person's friends also! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, bought the things jiu go home le. Everyone is so tired la. Walking around for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed is working today. Going for dinner with him later. He will buy my bluetooth deive TODAY! Haha. Because he working at Sim Lim. Haha. So excited! I can post up those videos and pictures le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go work again? Reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116321088766638374?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116321088766638374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116321088766638374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116321088766638374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116321088766638374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-damn-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116309040043229275</id><published>2006-11-10T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T08:46:14.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently at Hui Yin's house now. Staying over. Haha. She is at her lappy now. Watching youtube I guess. Haha. Or maybe her "Homework". Haha. Tomorrow going to school again. This E-Learning week I almost everyday go back. Gosh! Like not holiday like that. Can die. REMT is not finished! So stressed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;yousaidicantsaysorry.sorryihavetosay.iknowitsmyfault.butijustcantcontrol. iloveyou&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116309040043229275?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116309040043229275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116309040043229275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116309040043229275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116309040043229275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/currently-at-hui-yins-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116305582033210791</id><published>2006-11-09T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:03:40.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Using word now. Blogging in the train. On my way to SP. Haha. I was bored. Finally found some time to blog about everything. Gosh. Things has been so hectic la. Ginny's surprise birthday party was FUN! That day we had school. 8Am MIDI class. Haha. Us girls were late la. Very late. We actually reached damn early to do her present. We bought her this size XS (which looked like L) Giordano white tee shirt. Then we designed on it. Wrote words and drew her. In other words, personalized it la. Haha. Damn nice. I loved it! Then we got her this box. Had people to write stuff for her and put them into the box. Made some kind of message boxie. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day we were just normal. Acted normal. Although some wished her happy birthday and some didn't. Haha. But to her, she seemed okay la. Because she think birthdays are just like normal days. Haha. She didn't expect anything. But little did she knew ah! Wan Yee asked her out for a movie at around 4.15pm that day. But all the time Siew Ting, Fang and me were planning how to surprise her la. The rest couldn't make it. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hid in Swensens. In a corner booth, which hid us perfectly well. Wan Yee's job was to trick Ginny into coming to Swensens first la. Haha. When they were about to come, we ordered this ice cream cake. Cookies and Cream. Nice. We lighted the candles first. But then they haven't reached la! The candles are burning like crazy! Almost unstoppable man. As though any time sooner, the whole ice cream cake will be caught on fire. So we had no choice but to blow out the candles for her. Haha. Dumbness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The fun part! We got so excited  la! When they reached. We 3 hid behind their menus. Haha. Then suddenly shouted out, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINNY!” Wah! Her whole face turned red la! Haha. Got loads of videos. But only could upload them when Ed bought me my Bluetooth Adapter. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dinner was GREAT!! We shared 2 baked rice and pasta. 2 fries and ICE CREAM AGAIN! Haha. Freaking fun! Then we took neoprints. Fang was so unreluctant la. Haha. She don't like. But in the end, we gave in. Then after taking, she said, “Actually quite fun ah!” Haha. I knew it! Haha. Will upload the pictures later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wanted to catch a movie, but Siew Ting and Fang went home instead. And there were no good timings. Only horror. And you all KNOW that I DO NOT watch horror. Haha. So we walked all the way from Plaza Singapura to FAR EAST! Haha. It really is far man! We even bought a 1litre bottle of water la. Haha. Like hiking man! We got so tired. The whole day was fun but also damn tired. Haha. I love that day!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINNY! 18th BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with CCHMSCO was nice. Saturday dinner at Suntec's NYDC. Haha. Finally got to see people I missed. Haha. Plus all were so funny la. Haha. Their jokes. Caught up with Zhi Yin. I missed her so much! :) Oh, ate mudpie. HEAVEN! I love mudpies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was nice too! We went K Box. Dmat girls. But only Vivian, Ginny, Deon, Joanne and me went. Haha. And I didn't know their K Box routine la. Ginny went into 1 room, Vivian another. Haha. Luckily Deon and Joanne not like that. Haha. If not where got fun? Haha. So we 3 went into one. Fun with them! I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to MS to shop around. We went to the new shops. “New”. Wanted to shop for Amanda's birthday present. But nothing lehs. Interesting is, we saw a shop named, EVAN! Haha. Then walked a bit, a shop named RAIN! Haha. Then lastly, AUDREY! Haha. All dmat people. Haha. So cute la. Ginny bought loads of stuffs. Skirt, top and slippers. Gosh. She almost spend $100. While the rest didn't buy anything at all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dmat girls! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda's surprise birthday party. I didn't go. Sorry Amanda. I didn't mean to. I just can't make it! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Haha. I did send message to you though, but you didn't reply. Gosh. Fierce la you. Went to school still ask me why I didnt go. Haha. Fierce little innocent darling ANGEL! :) I love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to school to do REMT. I combined everything I have done since my life in SP. And finally got myself going somewhere. Haha. But still, near nowhere. Whatever. Reaching soon. Next stop DOVER! Gotta go people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116305582033210791?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116305582033210791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116305582033210791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116305582033210791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116305582033210791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/using-word-now.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116300097112031504</id><published>2006-11-08T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T07:49:31.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people! I am here not to blog. But people have been urging me to blog la. Haha. So to entertain them, I shall blog one paragraph. I am sianed. I shall wait for Ed to buy that bluetooth adapter for me. So I can post those videos and pictures. Loads happened actually. Ginny's surprise birthday party, dinner with CCHMSCO people. Haha. Bye people! Off to do my work! Stupid Ed is doing his work too! Haha. And humming to that FIR song! woOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116300097112031504?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116300097112031504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116300097112031504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116300097112031504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116300097112031504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-people-i-am-here-not-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116216675994716265</id><published>2006-10-30T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T16:13:47.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slacked off the whole of yesterday. Amazingly, I thought of some melody and lyrics, both at the same time. It just came out of me. So weird. Anyway, I didn't go for Ruan Zu because I wasn't really very well. So I had the whole of morning to rest! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok Leong lao shi actually said to go down to Art to practise with another erhu girl. But it is postponed to next sunday! She having her A Levels soon I think. So no plans to go out. Stayed home, tried to compose my song. Just for my song, I didn't even start on my CRS assignment la. Which is actually like dued today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking and thinking. By the time, it was dinner time already. Family wanted to go Changi Point to eat. Went to this coffee shop. A lot of people. So we tried that. We ordered before we could get a seat la. That's how many people there are. After eating then I realised they are the Crabs Specialist. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Sambal Squid, Sweet Potato Leaves, BBQ CHICKEN WINGS and salted egg crab. Seriously, I don't really like to eat crab la. Haha. So I didn't really eat much. Haha. I don't even like the smell and taste of the salted egg. Which my sister says taste like Campbell Soup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I eat my squid, I looked at it and found a heart shape. Haha. Damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the size of that crab. It's only ONE crab la. ONE! SO big la! I cannot beieve it when it arrives. The biggest crab we ate outside. Haha. Freaking BIG. Can fill up to 4 people lehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0062.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0062.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the size of its claw. Gosh! My sister can't wait to eat it la. My parents shared one claw, me and my sister shared one. But I don't really like and I was full. So she lucky, she finished it off! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare her face with that claw man. She can't even wait to eat it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner costed around $95. Haha. The dishes are $8 each. But the crab alone costed like $68 la! Gosh. Freaking ex, in my point of view. The others all said worth it. Haha. The company earned a lot of money man. 4 people can earned $100. There should have around 30 people. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my family went home. I went to Eastpoint. To buy my manuscript books and to meet Ed. Accompany him eat dinner. Ate at Hola. Soup as usual. Haha. The auntie was so kind she wanted to treat me! Haha. So nice. But I was too full to eat. Haha. She like us. Haha. At this rate, we would know everyone in Simei la. Haha. Simei is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell Ed about the dinner. He felt so hungry la. I can't believe he actually like salted egg crabs too. Plus seeing that claw. Haha. Don't know why his taste exactly the same as my family. When mine is so different. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home. Chiong CRS assignment. Haha. Finally finished it! So happy. To me, it's damn difficult to write la. Since I don't have my own stand everytime no matter what. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go running today in the early morning with my sister. But we couldn't get up. Haha. So we shall start tomorrow. Haha. And gosh. I just realised my sister went down to run already. Haha. Without me. Haha. Never mind, I shall start tomorrow lo. Stupid Yan Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116216675994716265?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116216675994716265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116216675994716265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116216675994716265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116216675994716265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/slacked-off-whole-of-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116209608790164287</id><published>2006-10-29T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:31:48.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching tv yesterday. Channel surfing. At Central, got this Indian movie. Haha. Damn funny la. It's so crap. This guy touched the electricity thingy and he got electrocuted. Then he keep trembling. You know those shows when people always got electrocuted, they tend to like shake a lot. Haha. Ya, so he was shaking la. Then his friend was like hey, so you are here, then he went to pat his back, in the end, he got electrocuted too! So 2 people are shaking la. Then more and more people got electrocuted. Damn funny. A whole stretch of people is shaking la. Freaking lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned to Channel 5. Was showing Malcom in the middle. Malcom's little brother suddenly cleaned his nails, combed his hair and had neat clothes on. His mom got suspicious. Normally people would think that he's in love, that he is seeing a new girl. But it's not the case. When that boy got home one day, his mom was already sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Her face like gonna cry like that. Haha. Then she said, "Don't think I do not know what is going on." I thought that she is going to say that such a young age jiu in love not right. But then she said, " I know you are seeing a NEW MOM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH LA! Haha. NEW MOM?! Haha. Then the boy was like, "Yes, It's Mrs -something-." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Freaking funny. Then the mom was like cying. Haha. Then after a few days, the boy suddenly came up to his mom, "Mom, I want you to know I treasure this relationship a lot, and words aren't enough so look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tattooed his whole chest with, "LOUIE, YOU ARE MY MOTHER!" Louie is the mom's name. Haha. WTH can. The mom was so touched. Gosh la. Freaking lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so bored now. Have lots to do but I just can't get started. CRS is dued tomorrow. Science is dued on 3 Nov. REMT is dued on 20 Nov. MIDI is dued on 24 Nov. And other than school stuffs, still got a lot to complete. Sian man. Art of Music performance, Ruan zu performance, birthdays. Gosh. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's CDS is physcology. Haha. His first lesson was to do this test. Very funny. Haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116209608790164287?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116209608790164287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116209608790164287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116209608790164287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116209608790164287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-watching-tv-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116201603251011104</id><published>2006-10-28T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:13:52.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had the worst experience of my life. In the morning, I woke up at 8am. Feeling so happy. My Tamagotchi had turn into an adult. One which is SO pretty! Haha. It's a female, like a human. Very pretty very nice. I am so happy! Thinking about the plans I have later on, I felt so much happier! First, sent Ed to work. Then meet Siew Ting, Joanne and Zhen Hong for Death Note. But plans changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ed at Bedok interchange at around 1030am. Stomach had a little discomfort. But wasn't really affected by it. Went to take MRT. He is working at Bukit Batok today. Damn far. So train ride was long. But my pain got worse la. It's damn pain. When reach Jurong East, changed to the middle platform train. The pain was unbearable le. Ed was so scared. Haha. Anyway, my legs suddenly turned weak and jelly-like. I couldn't even stand up. I nearly fell, but Ed was there so I didn't la. He helped. So paiseh. I was already breaking out in cold sweat la. Freaking pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only 1 stop to Bukit Batok, where West Mall is. But this 1 stop is so unbearable. I was about to vomit le la. Feeling damn giddy and everything, plus more pain. When walked out of the train, I nearly vomited man. Luckily I didn't if not sure damn ps. Gosh. Then when to toilet, tried to vomit. Hais. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went BK. He bought tea for me. But can't drink yet. I just lay my head on the table, that's all I can do la. He went to buy medicine later on. When he came back, he gave me 2 pills. And I then realised I was trembling la, when I held out my hand to get the pills. It was so gosh. It's as though I was going through the stage of aging, the stage of 70 years old. My hands were trembling like no one's business man. Very scared. Then rest lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed cancelled his work. Sorry. It's my fault. Wanted to take MRT home. But I cannot. Really damn painful. So went to take cab. Slept throughout the journey. He also. Haha. The total cab fare was $17.70 la! Freaking ex can. :( Ed sorry. You never make money today, instead, spent so much. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I am ok le. Feeling SO MUCH BETTER LA! Sorry to Siew Ting, Joanne and Zhen Hong for cancelling our date too. I am so sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy day that I though it will be turned out to be the worse. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. i am hungry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116201603251011104?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116201603251011104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116201603251011104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116201603251011104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116201603251011104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-had-worst-experience-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116187129982796174</id><published>2006-10-26T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T07:18:16.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reached school on the dot. Babes' mood was not bad today. The set piece for today is She's The One, sang by Robbie Williams. Quite difficuly to play. Almost everyone had a hard time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abel is sick today. Didn't came for school. Get well soon Abel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After key board, we had our lunch. I wasn't really hungry so I didn't eat. We shared some fruits though. Bought bananas, honey dew, pineapple, papaya, kiwi and water melon! Haha. Nice Nice! Then Siew Ting suddenly took Vivian's monkey key chain and play with it. Took pictures. The monkey replacing people's heads! Make them look as though they are the monkeys. Darn funny la! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0287.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me with that plate of fruits! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was ear training. Scales and modes. Jimmy said I deproved. Haha. Never practise ma. But it is really difficult to sing them out can. Haha. I not pitch perfect. Haha. Anyways, we continued to take pictures. Eh. Siew Ting did actually. Damn funny. And got one is me doing lame stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0293.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me in Jimmy's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0295.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan playing with my giraffe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0298.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0298.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I steal Jimmy's bag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116187129982796174?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116187129982796174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116187129982796174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116187129982796174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116187129982796174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/reached-school-on-dot.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116178631037348951</id><published>2006-10-25T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:35:53.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fun! Met up with Ed at around 1215pm at Bedok MRT station. Then got this guy talked to me when I was waiting for him la. He started out by asking where I got my necklace from. Then he said he from TPJC and he is 19 years old and so on. Weird guy. Quite scary. I don't really dare to reply to his questions lo. Freaking scary. Luckily Ed reached soon and saved me. We got onto the train and went to Cine Leisure. Wanted to go watch movie at first. But all the timings not good. Saddening. Want to watch Death Note very much! But he watched le. And I promised my innocent darling angel AMANDA that I will watch it with her too. So the idea of movies was rejected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suki Ramen for lunch. The soup is nice! It's not very salty or whatever. Plus it's sweet! And their Shisamo is nice too! Haha. Ed loved them as well. I asked him if his ramen is nice. He ordered the spicy one. WIth pork. He said its nice and he likes it. But his expression doesn't seem so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a face. Forever the same face one la you. Haha. The sign you made doesn't make any use either. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went to Heerens. Boring as usual. Orchard has nothing to walk anymore. Everywhere it's the same. Quite boring already. Singapore is so small. Even though that VIVO is up. I still feel sian. Every shopping malls has the same stores. Anyway, we walked all the way to Plaza Singapura. Along the way, we were making up our own song and lyrics. Damn lame la! Haha. We laughed so loud poeple stared lo. Damn funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached PS, immediately go for the cinema to check out the timings. SUCKS. Damn sucky. Timings all wrong. So we abandon the idea of movies. AGAIN. Sian. So walked around PS. Went into Times Bookstore. Quite a lot of people man. By that time, my leg very tired le. I took a riddles book from the kids section and we both sat down. Haha. Beside a small little kid. Cute la that kid. But we were very noisy. kept disturbing that kid. I asked him the riddles in that book. He need to answer me. Haha. Lame and cold answers la. Damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0041.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0041.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him sitting down on the floor. We nearly fell asleep there la. Comfortable. And I was so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I suddenly got a crave to eat ICE CREAM!! JESSLYN! You should know our favourite ice cream store. Hope your taste didn't change. Remember BRA honey? Haha. BRAVISSIMO! Haha. 99% fat-free okay! Ed and me bought the regular 2 flavours. My favourite D24 Durian and Green Tea. Haha. Not bad lehs. The durian is still the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating, we saw this old man pushing an old lady's wheel chair. Such a loving couple. At that age too. Sweetness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ice Cream, went up to BEST. Saw their lappys. Acer ones got cameras built inside! Haha. The fun thing is when you get close to it. Accessories will be fitted on your face! Haha. Damn funny! Pictures are hilarious. Haha. Laughing so loud every time I see it! When ed had the bunny one, the girl beside him was laughing at him, out loud la! Haha. She laugh, I laugh louder! Haha. Then Ed was damn ps. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this blue sun glasses on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FUNNIEST! Haha. The bunny! Haha. Freaking funny when I first saw it. Haha. Damn cute la. Haha. Even a stranger laughed at him. Made him feel so paiseh. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After browsing through those lappys. Went to SPOTlIGHT. Haha. Ed hated that place. He said it was DAMN BORING. I had to pull him in la. I told him it's fun lo! It's not boring at all. Haha. Then when we browse through everything, he told me actually not bad. Haha. Got me then not bad can. Stupid. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried on this hat. Actually a costume for halloween. For kids. Damn nice those costumns. But damn expensive. Everything is quite expensive. Haha. He has a smaller head than mine. And he tried on a big hat that made his head looked smaller. My head is bigger la. Still he asked me to wear a SO SMALL hat to made me head look BIGGER! That guy. Only want to make himself look better than me. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a lot of things there. We saw this Superman costume. The chest area has this board that appear to have muscles and 6 pacs. Haha. Damn funny. Then I saw this head band that has 2 furry things on top. We both wore them. Who looks better with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0212.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0212.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. He loves me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Arcade and played out favourite game. The one where we put in a dollar coin and try our luck if we can catch a toy. Haha. Ed tried 4 times. All we got are 2 Mentos sweets. Haha. Tough luck. They are so many machines la. But it's fun! Haha. I love my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0055.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0055.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed sent to AOM later on. Watched the screening of the secret. Freaking good! Haha. And I meant good. It's about the secret of life. thesecret.tv &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kok Leong lao shi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok. Went to school as usual. I tried panning while having MIDI lessons. Sorry I didn't listen to class. After which, is Acoustical Science. And I didn't listen again. Worked on my GEMS instead. Having a test this friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ed after school. Ate lunch that his parents cooked. Slacked. I studied my GEMS while he play Dota. Then heavy rain! Thunder storm! Freak la. I damn scared one can. Gosh. But it's okay I guess. Went home after that. Have to reach school at 9am. Babes. Haha. Night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116178631037348951?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116178631037348951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116178631037348951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116178631037348951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116178631037348951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-was-fun-met-up-with-ed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116165456912325040</id><published>2006-10-24T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:49:29.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pretty good start for a week. Woke up around 7am. Went down to jog a little. Didn't jog much, due to haze and the wet grounds. But running in the morning is a nice feeling, it'll be better earlier, when the skies are dark. After running, went home and bathe and everything, but it was freaking early. I only have school at about 1030am and I still have around 2 hours to slack. So as usual I went online. Saw HONEY!! Haha. Chatted with her. She sent me some photos which we took last time wat her house with her mac book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo%209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo%2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo%2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo%2012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are pretty retarded and distorded. Haha. But all was fun. Going Jesslyn's house is always fun! Haha. And I just heard the news, she sold her house at Kembangan! :( Moving to somewhere damn near CCHMS. Wilkinson Road. Anyone studied in CCHMS should know where that is. Walk down a bit more is Goodman Road le. Haha. Scary lo. Stay beside CCHMS. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school around 930am. Reached ON TIME. Haha. First lesson is Critical Reasoning Skills. (CRS). Nothing much. Talked and discussed our view points. Haha. Have to do assignment, next week have to hand in. And it is about 20% of our final grades la. Stressed. Because it's as though we have to write an argumentative essay, and my english sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, went for Acoustical Science. Quite boring la. She finished up Chapter 4. Had to do the exercises for Chapter 3 and 4 there. She played some videos too. Which more than half of the class slept through it. Haha. Poor teacher Grace. She is actually very cute! So enthusiatic about teaching. Haha. I like her! Except her module is just too boring. Wan yee was so bored she plaited my hair and tie all up with Amanda's ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0041.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0041.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial lesson for Acoustical Science ended at around 330pm. After which directly is practical lesson for Acoustical Science. Haha But we dragged. Went break ourselves. In the end, we only went for class at around 415pm. Haha. But the whole lesson is wasted la. Went there do some online course evaluation only. The rest of the time till 530pm is playing games. Teacher not teaching as well. Was talking online to De Xin. So bored la! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan and Amanda was on playing this game, which I think it's stupid. But they enjoyed it a lot la! It's a 2 players game. Have to kill off each other. And both of them are so noisy when playing that game la! Haha. I finally got Amanda to go home. Haha. Walked down the hill. Then Evan called me. Said I left my Acoustical Science Text Book in the lab. So he helped me took it and passes me. Thanks Evan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. So bored. Sms-ed Ed all the way. But he didn't reply already when I reached Bedok. Dumb Dumb. Then when I reached Simei, walking down the escalator, he tapped my shoulder. Haha. Scared the hell out of me la. Saw him for a while only jiu go home le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I composed something a week ago. Played that for my family. They said it's nice. But some classmates from DMAT said it's not. I don't know to use that instrumental song or not. So dilemma. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I told you that my Tamagotchi had a baby? Now the parent is gone and only the baby is around. Haha. So cute lo! Not like that BIG-Nosed freak. Haha. Hope it will not turn out to be like her. HAHA! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116165456912325040?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116165456912325040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116165456912325040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116165456912325040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116165456912325040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-was-pretty-good-start-for.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116156038603514979</id><published>2006-10-23T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:42:54.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had Ruan Zu yesterday. A few people came only. Miss Ding went back to Xi An. So the whole practise was damn slack. Was suppose to learn Yi Xiang Tian Kai. The whole thing is okay ba I guessed. AS usual, after practising it for a while, we followed on to others songs. In other words, "jamming". Haha. Played yue guang bian zou qu, kanon in D etc. Quite fun. And Bryan cut his hand while playing from the string. Power! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practise, Mr Hay, Twin, Wei Li, Giraffe and me went down to macdonald's to sit for a while. We bought nothing la. All boys but none are hungry. What is this? Haha. Anyway, we sat there for quite some time without buying anything. We talked a lot of crap. But it was very funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said something which was quite hard to believe that it's true and Yu Heng said, "&lt;strong&gt;Your head la!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then Wei Li was like, "Why is it your head la? Isn't that suppose to be in chinese? Ni De Tou La." Then we were thinking quite true ah. When this that "your head la" come from, translated from chinese?&lt;br /&gt;Then Zao Xiong was saying, "English version is from the bottom, people normally say &lt;strong&gt;My Foot&lt;/strong&gt; instead!" Haha. Freaking funny la, the way he said it. But it's true hor. My foot is english version.&lt;br /&gt;Then Wei Li added on, "English got a lot of version de. Another is &lt;strong&gt;Your Ass&lt;/strong&gt; la!" Haha. Even Yu Heng added on lo. Yu Heng was like saying &lt;strong&gt;over my dead body&lt;/strong&gt; is also one of them. Haha. Freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that Wei Li thinks of other than that topic will all be R21. Haha. But all are below 21 years of age except him lo. He's 24, me and twin 17, My Hay 20 and giraffe only 16 la. Haha. Wei Li is so innocent. Had fun talking to them. Always fun to hand out with ruan zu people. I miss EX ruan zu people. Come on, gathering again! Pei Ru, I know you will read this de. Haha. Plan again, I sure I will go. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Wanted to study Acoustical Science. But I was on my bed. I tried to sit up and study, but I can't! Haha. I felt like sleeping la! Cannot cannot. I lagged by loads le. Need to study le. Still got loads more to do other than that Acoustical Science. So I asked my sister to accompany me to Tampinese Mac. Haha. She suggested library which was a quieter place and had a power point. But there's no WIRELESS! And I need wireless. Haha. I want to go online. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Tampines Mac. We were bored while waiting for the bus, so I suggested exchanging one of our slippers. Our feet are actually the same size la! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0037.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0037.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blacker feet with more veins popping out is hers. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished doing notes for Acoustical Science Chapter 1, half way through Chapter 2 and finished Chapter 1 exercises. Haha. So proud of myself. While doing half way, got this guy came up to us. "Excuse me, this powerpoint Mac can be used? Is it good? Only got 2 only is that it? How is the wireless here?" Bombard me questions man. Haha. Lcukily me sister answered him, because I tio stunned. Haha. He had this accent la. Korean I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister left around 7pm. I don't know why. Like I ps her like that. Asked her to join us. She don't want. Ed meeting me a while later ma. Stupid sister. Haha. Anyway my tamagotchi was an adult for quite some time le. Then there is this match maker who came and ask if I wanted to match make. Haha. I had to, if not no future generations. Haha. Then now got this cute baby beside the ugly BIG-nosed adult one. Haha. SO cute la! Haha. Their shits sizes are different some more. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed came, he kept hogging my com! Play game some more. Dumbdumb. Ate our favourite Mcflurry then went home. Both of us had to reach home early and rest early. Tomorrow have school. But, he went home play game! Stupid. Ed, you said this week start de hor. Haha. Love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See he hogging my com! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Nov. NOT FREE! Haha. 2 of my retards best friends are celebrating birthday. And no hubbies! Haha. So stressed! Both birthday then I how? Aiyo. Stressed stressed stressed! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my breakfast now. Half boil eggs. You know, those watery type. Damn shiok la! Haha. Tata. Nice breakfast! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116156038603514979?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116156038603514979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116156038603514979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116156038603514979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116156038603514979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/had-ruan-zu-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116143926907615319</id><published>2006-10-21T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T07:01:09.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally my sister is back from OBS! I can finally sleep with her! I missed her SO MUCH LA! Gosh. I can't believe I actually said something like that. But I actually dared to sleep in my room again. Because she's there. Haha. I LOVE YOU SISTA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ed's house at around noon time. He is still sleeping la! It's already afternoon le still sleep. Damn pig. I went out of my house with only my MP3, Ez Link card, Tamagotchi and my house keys. I totally forgot about my wallet but I guess it's ok. Haha. Not going anywhere anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's daddy bought carrot cake. Then we eat. Then he cooked noodles! Haha. But I feel like eating mac. So we didn't eat his dad's home cooked noodles. Walked to Princess' mac. So many people there. O Level people. All studying. Got some looked damn stressed la! Some very slack ah. Haha. Reminds me of the days when I was still in sec 4. Haha. Studying with my HONEY. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Mcwings! Craving for it since long long time ago. Haha. Finally get to eat it! Nice nice. But then Ed suddenly want to eat chicken rice! Haha. So we went to coffe shop eat chicken rice. We ate so much things la! Everytime with him will eay loads loads. Haha. While eating, he suddenly saw his friend, he wanted to say hi. But he forgot her name. Damn bad la. Haha. Saded. Then after around a few seconds. Someone tapped my shoulder. I thought is his friend la. But then is Liang Yu. Haha. So long never see her le. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went home. Haha. We exchanged slippers! Haha. Damn funny la. Cause his feet size damn BIG la. Haha. People were laughing at us la. See? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him wearing my Ripples slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wearing his havanians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Finally I reached home. Having this really bad headache. :( And I missed PEI SHI TRINA AND JESSLYN SO MUCH! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116143926907615319?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116143926907615319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116143926907615319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116143926907615319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116143926907615319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-my-sister-is-back-from-obs-i.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116135567387395104</id><published>2006-10-20T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T07:47:53.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reached school at around 955am. Didn't meet my darling angel. Her stomach got problems. And she was stuck in the toilet. Poor girl. Wish her well ok. Lesson should start at 10am. I thought I was rather on time. But no. I was DMAN EARLY. Not much people came today. The whole class sat in the canteen. And everyone now follows me. Whenever got break. They would buy CHICKEN! Haha. I started it. Regardless of what type of chicken it is. Nuggets, drumlets or seasweed chicken. Haha. I LOVE CHICKEN! Music theory class didn't start until 1030am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music theory class today is difficult. At first don't know about what cadences are. Anyway they are pauses between a melody. And James Ang gave us 2 pieces. We have to write roman numerials on top of the chords. To add on, Tan Tin Hee asked us to write alphabets chords on top of it. It's difficult la. Freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Ang got scolded by his supervisor. Because 5 people in the class never do their portfolio. Which was dued in June. HAHA. Those people ah. Haha. Then he said this, "I got scolded because you all didn't do your port folios, so I HAVE to scold you all la!" Reminder, his tone is quite monoless, and he had this blank look on his face. Forever the same way. But his guitar skills damn pro. Anyway, it was hilarous! Haha. And he almost forced all 5 of them to join STAR ambessador. Sucks. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour break before I head off to GEMS. Aimran said he would help me with REMT Assignment. Thankful! Haha. So thankful la! THANKS AIMRAN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk all the way down to Gems classroom. It is a dman long walk la. I talked on the phone with Ed all the way. 8 minutes can. 8 minutes is needed to walk from T21 to T1A. Freaking hot sun too. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gems is SUCKY! The air conditioning is damn cold. When I stepped into class. I was frozen. When I saw the teacher, I wanted to go out of the class la. Can't stand him. He printed out notes for us. 4 sets. And we had to pay $1.20 each. Gosh. Notes I can find them online lo. They are on blackboard. I can print myself. But if I don't pay, means I cannot mark my attendence, which means I have to be absent. Stupid theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole 2 hours is slacked off. He gave us 5 questions to answer. He divided us into groups and we are supposed to discuss the answers. Damn sian. No one really did it lo. My group got 4 people. Only 2 were finding the answers. I had no friends at first. And this is already the 4 week of the class. Today is the 4 week. And I finally made 2 friends. Haha. New ones. Ling Hui and Jia Xin. Haha. Both of their names are my ex classmates names. Ling Hui sec 1 and 2 ex classmate. Jia Xin primary 1-4 ex classmate. I MISS JIA XIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some stupid silence, the teacher asked everyone for their answers. Some people in the class gave quite dumb answers. How does genetic engineering affect us? DUMB answer: We can revive dinosaurs! WTH LA! Hurry get things done with then can release le, still give those answers. Then Nigel keep saying, "GO HOME!" Haha. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to Tanjong Pagar MRT station, wait for Ed. He has an interview today. For office work. I just check the net and did some research. Really worried now. Hope Ed listens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with Ed. Ate Long John's. Went to Esplanade rooftop. We took some stupid pictures. Haha. Shall try to post them up later. Played wih Ed's PSP. I was damn loud la. Freak. So embarassing. Played driving game ma. I forgot the name. Then I keep moving my body instead. Gosh. Haha. I brought home Ed's PSP to play. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving Esplanade, we saw Rit. Haha. Long time never see him le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak. Feeling up and down now. Really worried for him. I really hope he can analyse everything. Hope he will not get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Zzz-0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Zzz-0034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/1600/Photo-0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2893/546/320/Photo-0203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116135567387395104?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116135567387395104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116135567387395104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116135567387395104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116135567387395104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/reached-school-at-around-955am.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116130386624842338</id><published>2006-10-20T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:29:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just read &lt;strong&gt;Pui Boon's&lt;/strong&gt; blog. She had this Ghost Story. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Ghost Story:&lt;/strong&gt; This guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a real dark night in the middle of a thunder storm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car approaching slowly and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly crept towards him and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting a ride real bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door. Only then did he realise that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car slowly started moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and beg for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into the bayou and he would surely drown, when just before the curve, a hand appeared through the driverâ€™s window and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.&lt;br /&gt;Paralysed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear everytime they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.&lt;br /&gt;Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whisky, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realised the guy was telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;About half-an-hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look friend, thatâ€™s the idiot who rode in our car when we were pushing it in the rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is funny and stupid at the same time. Haha. I like Pui Boon's posts. They are always veyr entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, woke up late today. So decided to skip MIDI tutorial. Smsed my darling angel Amanda. She also don't want to go. So we ponning together. Haha. She want to sleep. Meeting her at Dover MRT station at around 955am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to finish my scales for Music Theory yeserday night. But to no avil. Sucks la. I have to draw like 45 scales can. So much la! Each minor key have to draw 3 types. Natural, harmonic and melodic. Evan said can cheat. Because the melodic descending scale is the same as the natural scale. But I figured I would be confused that way. So I prefer to draw everything out. Can use it as my own reference anyway. But it's tiring. Amanda quit drawing them half way too. I shall continue doing it before I set off for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved many pictures and icons last time. And I figured I am not using them but saving for nothing. So I shall post pictures up on my blog now. Learnt it from Amanda. Whose theory is to share. I am searching for new pictures anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous post I talked about De Xin. So now I shall talk about my BEST FRIEND, and also my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAOBEI, TRINA NG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Uh. Gosh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRINA LIU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Whatever. Surname either NG or LIU la ok. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAOBEI.&lt;/strong&gt; I knew you when I first stepped into MBS(Maha Bodhi School). When I was just 7 years of age. So small la. To tell you the truth, my memory only starts from secondary 1. Before that are all blurred images. But i remembered you. DUring primary 1 days. Things were so innocent. I remembered our house colours are randomely chosen. And we both got BLUE! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me about stories of the past before. Like how the others and us were close. Ying Shuang, Han Jun, Jasmine. Etc. We used to chat like crazy didn't we. Ying Shuang was really quiet la. But you ah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN NOISY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. With me around too. You were damn short la. That time, cause you small small size. I tall AT THAT TIME. Haha. Now grow le. Then I not that tall compared to you le. Haha. You were the tigeress of the class la. Haha. &lt;strike&gt;NOT ME!&lt;/strike&gt; Always pinching others!! Then beat me and a lot of other stuff. Haha. Damn fun anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got picures of us lo. Got one time we went to Chinatown for excursion. When we got back to MBS. Go home that time. You play soccer with Noelle wth an empty bottle at a void deck. Haha. I still got those pictures lo. Which reminds me, I got pictures of you having centre parting hair with long long skirt that reaches belo your knee. Haha. Damn TOOT. Everytime I see it, I would laugh so badly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads happened during that 4 years, same class with you. But those memories are completely blurred out in my mind. Waste. But I know they are still with you right? Primary 5. We got into different classes. Damn sad. That time, are we still as close? I don't think so right? Those 2 years are gone just like that. Because of that stupid useless PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after we graduate. You got into Pingyi and I into CCHMS. Secondary 1. Amazingly, we kept contact! You are my best friend la. So many things happened to me during my years in Chung Cheng. Regardless of relationships, studies or even friends. You were always there for me. And your advices rocks. I always heed your advice. &lt;strike&gt;Except that thing about HC. Haha.&lt;/strike&gt; You are always listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though some friends that were really close to me in CCHMS once stick by me. Me and them never really connected. And now, the friendship faded. Only hi-bye now. Or maybe there are talking, just not as much. Except for my darling honey, Jesslyn. But yeah, sometimes I wonder how blessed I am to have a best friend for 10 years! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote letters. Not by e-mail. But by slow mail. It is really nice to look forward to a mail everyday. When there is no mail, disppointment, but really excited when the mail comes in. Haha. We even had conflicts because of that. Because of a tight and busy schedule. Sometimes we don't even have the time to write letters. I would linger with the last mail for 3 months before I reply to yours. Then you would blogged about it and we like heck care about each other at that moment. But we are okay la. Haha. Those stupid conflicts pulled us closer. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't even sent letters already. I shall start sometime soon. Maybe it's because we have MSN now. So we can talk more conviently. Plus you don't like to own handphones. Haha. Very hard to contact you sia. Zhong Ting also don't have la. Both dumbdumbs. But we have blog together! But I admit la. I quite lazy to blog. HAHA. SORRY! I will blog sometime de. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. 4 retards. How did that come about? Last time, when I was in class. I started thinking about friends. Then I thought about you and Jesslyn. Although I got mentioned each other to both of you. You two never really met. So. We went out one day! You, me and Jesslyn! Haha. I still remember we went to Orchard. That pig Jesslyn was still in Chung Cheng Uniform la. Plus she carrying a lot of things, because she just finished NPCC. Haha. Although it was quite awkward. I was happy that my best friends knew each other. On another though. It was not really awkward. You both were bullying me! GOSH! You 2 have been bullying me since that day! OH MY. I just realised that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That day the neoprint is really better. Both my besties. Haha. Truely happy man. Then how did PeiShi join us? Jesslyn knew her from Taufik. You knew her from choir. I knew her because she in my primary 5 and 6 class. Linked. She is the wife of jesslyn. Or is it husband? Whatever, they exchanged rings. Haha. Guess everyting started from my 17th birthday! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable day la. You guys planned a surprise. Jesslyn say want go out with me. In the end, you appeared! Haha. I kana shocked can. Gosh. Then we went out out out. Walked around Orchard. Reached Far East, ate Gelare. Suddenly saw that PeiShi standing there. SCAREDED SHIT. Haha. Then we went out together. The 4 of us! Haha. Went back to Jesslyn's place. You all sprayed the whole can of whipped cream all over me la! Hahaz. But the cake's nice! Haha. So happy! And we stayed over!! PeiShi didn't la. Wasted. But really glad you celebrated my birthday with me baobei!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much! You know everything about me! i always feel better when I talk to you. Whenever I encounter problems. I always turn to you. Sorry. And you always give advies that actually helped. You comfort me and it always make me feel better. But whenever you got problems. I can only listen. I don't know how to advice you. I felt I cannot help. That's the sad part of being me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ignore you on MSN. Maybe I wasn't feeling good. Not in a good mood. Or PMS. Or whatever. But I had no intentions. Forgive everything bad that I did. I love you baobei!! Muacks! You were my best friend for 10 years! And you will be my best friend forever! So blessed to have you! How many people actually have best friend like mine? NONE. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YOU TRINA! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my darling Shi Shi. Please cheer up! They are only results. Stupid government system. Make things to stress up for everyone. Education IS important la. But so stress de ah. I thought learning is supposed to be fun. Like what I told you shi shi. If really kana retain also not a bad thing. At least you can restudy everything and know them better. When get to As, you will be much relaxed ma. No loss if retain. WE STILL LOVE YOU SHI SHI! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger don't let me upload pictures. Shall try the next time. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116130386624842338?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116130386624842338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116130386624842338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116130386624842338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116130386624842338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-read-pui-boons-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116126514847119066</id><published>2006-10-19T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T06:39:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night my dad was channel surfing and Arts Central was documenting this really disgusting scene. The whole show was about people who study about dead bodies. They actually have a farm that they put dead bodies to rot. And then they study how they decompose and everything. It's called a Body Farm. I saw millions of flies on the dead body, which is bloated and black. And Yuck. Everything is so gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep alone yesterday night. My sister had gone to OBS so I actually had to sleep alone. But after that show, which I didn't even get to finish watching it. I don't dare to sleep alone! Haha. I very timid de. Damn scary la. So I slept with my parents. Haha. Like baby right. But at least I can sleep. But the next morning, I got an aching back la. I not used to my parents' bed. Which is actually my bed when we first moved in. Okay. &lt;em&gt;Weirdness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, woke at around 7am. Left home at 8am. Reach school at 9am. Just in time for &lt;strong&gt;Babes Conde's &lt;/strong&gt;keyboard lesson. Her lesson is difficult la. Unlike last semester, when another teacher gave us sight reading pieces or set pieces, Babes' pieces are so damn difficult. But she always says, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Am I going to lower my standards or are you going to raise yours?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Freaking right la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ear Training is cancelled. Jimmy had to go attend some course thingy. So went to Baby's house. Yesterday he got chalet then he damn tired. So he slept so much la! I reached there about 1pm. He good lo. That meanie. I called him 15 times, sms him 5 times. No reply at all. I waited for him for exactly 1 hour and 40 minutes. Freak man. Hate him! He so bad. Haha. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy cooked salmon fish, and sambal veg for dinner. It was cold. Haha. Cause I only reached home at around 8pm. I seriously think the salmon okay only. I rather have my salmon RAW! Haha. Salmon sashimi is still the BEST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. I forget to bring my tamagotchi out today! It was left all alone from 7am to 8pm. More than 12 hours la! When I reached home, I immediately see how is she. She is still as ugly ever. With 4 shit and she is sick. Haha. It's a wonder why she didn't die though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, daddy told me a story. One day, an eagle was sitting up on a tree, doing nothing, just staring into air. When suddenly a rabbit hops by. The rabbit saw the eagle doing nothing and it said to the eagle. "Hey! You so good ah? Everyday just stare at the sky, don't even need to do work. Shiok man!" The eagle replied, "You can too. Try it." So the rabbit tried. It sat there below the eagle, thinking wow, so shiok! Don't even need to work, just slack! When suddenly a fox came by and ATE the rabbit!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt; Only people up there can don't need to work and money still goes in their pockets. Who are thoe people up there? BOSS LA! So you being an employer, MUST WORK!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy always have these stories. I remembered another he told me another day. On day, there is this man who came from a very ulu country. That country do not have cars, but horses instead. They use horses to drive around. The country do not have high technology, nevertheless do not know what are TVs, computers and whatsoever. Tere is this day when this man went to USA. He bought a car there. Because he was rich and he wanted to spend money. So the car was sent to his ulu country. But he didn't know how to use it. He was thinking how. Then he though, maybe I should use it as a carriage. He linked his horse in front of his car and rode in it. He felt grand! Everyone was looking at him. When he saw his car. HorsePower:Etc. HORSEPOWER? He thought. The man cheated me! I do not need a horse for this. It has horse power! So that stupid man went back and complained. The man who sold him the car was puzzled. So he followed that stupid man back to his ulu country. Then he laughed. He asked that man. "Where is the key?" The stupid man was puzzled. "What key?" The key was actually hidden under the car seat. And that man put the key in the hole and started the car. And off the car goes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt; In life. A key is all that we need to start our journey full of light. The difficult thing is to find our hidden key. So find your key, and drive your own car to greater heights. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Daddy so inspiring. Haha. Alright. Have tons to do. Music Theory is dued tomorrow. Have to complete Acoustical Science too. And to compose a song. :( Gosh.&lt;strong&gt; I am so stressed up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16962176-116126514847119066?l=min-ru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/feeds/116126514847119066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16962176&amp;postID=116126514847119066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116126514847119066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16962176/posts/default/116126514847119066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://min-ru.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-night-my-dad-was-channel.html' title=''/><author><name>'' Gonna sizzle ya to ya death .**-]]</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16962176.post-116118192292368453</id><published>2006-10-18T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T07:32:06.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is damn tiring. School at 8am. 8am! How to reach on time? So as usual I was late. I reached at 810am. But the teacher haven't even reach yet. And more than half the class haven't reach. And I thought I was late. Haha. But really. 8am really is torturing. Class started at about 830am. Michael Spicer talked about FM synthesizers, which I completely DO NOT understand AT ALL. Dead Meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda sat beside me today. Darling sucker. Haha. Took my giraffe and TORTURE IT! She used its front legs to scratch its head and did some porno actions. Amanda is such an innocent little angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we have Acoustical Science. I forgot what the topic is. But got to do with sound. Duh. Haha. She showed us a couple of videos. Which I wasn't really paying attention. Because I am so freaking damn tired. My eyes lids are so heavy. And Amanda was still torturing my giraffe! She doesn't seem to notice my boyfriend giraffe is in agony! Keep doing those poses to my giraffe. Anyway, Amanda now is an innocent little angel. She's nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at about 12pm. Actually wanted to go out with Amanda. But she got GEMS! sigh. Others also got GEMS module. Freaking bored. So just went home in the end. Can't meet baby too. He still sleeping at friend's house. So I went home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;Super tired. Anyway, my tamagotchi grew up! She is now an adult. Haha. She become this really ugly monster. With a really huge nose. Really freaking ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Xin wants me to blog about her. And I promised to give her an entry by tonight. De Xin. Knew you from our beloved secondary school. Chung Cheng High Main. You were in my class during secondary 1 and secondary 2. I forgot what's my first impression of you. But I thought you were quite quiet. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think conflicts starting to happened right girl? But problems are resolved in the end. You can be slack at time in class, but when you set your heart to acccomplish things you want to do. You can do it fast and well. A girl with aims. A girl who has grown up through her years in Chung Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought of much of this friend. We never really got very close. And it's a waste. Because I knew it would be nice. Secondary 3. We went to different class. I still remember you were close friends with Zhi Yin. And you would always look for her during recess time. Maybe because it's just the starting of the year, and haven't really mingled with the class. Sometimes I would join both of you two. Fun times. I remembered walking down the old stairs of old block. Passing the dirty garbage bin. Along the bridge-like pathway that linked old block to the canteen. Three of us will laugh and talk while getting out food. And we always brought finger foods back to class. But those days didn't last really long. We distanced. Different classes cause us to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Os. You went overseas! Gosh. I don't even know you were gone until you WERE gone. So sad la. Because I never really went out with you before. Except for that time, when we were 13 or 14, when we took our first neo STICKER (note:it's not neoprint, it's neo sticker). Really ugly. Trust me. Haha. Anyway, yeah. Talked to you online. You are so pretty now! And from your blog entries. I felt you grew. Feelings towards your parents and everything. Woah. Muacks! I Love You girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Amanda and she said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it takes. says (10:12 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis say your bf damn cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it takes. says (10:12 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it takes. says (10:12 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her you deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it takes. says (10:12 PM):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz you were such a nice person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my innocent little angel? Aww. She is just so sweet!!! I love her just like how I love my salmon sashimi, hot dogs and CHICKEN! MUACKS! You always make my day in school! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my longest post ever! Inspiration is what I need for my fingers to get going. Which reminds me. My REMT assignment! I am so dead! One month later I have to hand in CD quality of my own song. Original. HOW TO DO? My worst trait. To compose a song. I am so dead! And I still got tons of homework to do. Actually I have been piling up my homework. Lazy me. And I just realised I still got MIDI assignment. :( Getting really stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father just told me a joke about himself. He walked out of the lift and a neighbout asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! You looked really familiar. So which floor you stay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. 9 storey."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. I live on the 5th. That corner. How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;"09-898"&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Really funny! Because we live #09-04. And #09-898 is the old place. When we were still living in Block 101 in Simei. That was when I was a baby la. Gosh. Haha. My dad is such a blur king. I bet that woman must have thought that my daddy is a weirdo. 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