<?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-8737058728438082658</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:56:13.926+08:00</updated><category term='braggy'/><title type='text'>notyourbiz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4356484559840789338</id><published>2010-03-08T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:46:43.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/S5T933YfbcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6hFavIhbFQU/s1600-h/MKA.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/S5T933YfbcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6hFavIhbFQU/s320/MKA.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446256985599077826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno what I'm feeling now. I just feel... fucked up &amp;amp; disappointed &amp;amp; really really sad. Is it too much to ask for? Just for you to spend the weekends with me? I mean hey, you get 5 days with those friends of yours &amp;amp; less than 2 days with me. And I don't even complain that I don't have enough time with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that you're having your outfield, I look forward to you calling me on the phone. But when you do call, its all about this friend &amp;amp; that friend &amp;amp; oh, you wanna go hang out at this pub with them &amp;amp; go to some thai disco with dunno who. Isn't that eating up your weekend alr? I know you're booking out on Thursday but so what? Didn't we plan to do things on Friday? But now you're saying you're gna meet them first thing in the morning then head to some pub. WTF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm not important enough. I know, you say you just want me to tag along so that it'll solve everything. I'm sorry, I'm not keen. Firstly, its not the first time this is happening so I know that if I go, its like as if I'm not there at all. Whats the meaning if I went, right? Cos I'll just be like some dog tagging along behind &amp;amp; not making a sound. So stupid. And what are you saying about me being able to make friends with them? Ok, so if we become friends, what next? We're just in different frequencies here alright? Its not that I'm not keen but ugh, nvm you won't understand anyway, since you're not a girl &amp;amp; I'm not a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget it. I don't even know what the meaning of wearing this 'thing' ard my finger stand for, y'know. Honestly. But if you want it your way then I'll give it to you. I shouldn't be the cause of you losing your friends anymore. Right? Since I was the one who started it. I shouldn't make your life suck even more. So go have fun, go to pubs, drink till you get wasted, I don't give a damn. Bcos I guess this is what you really want &amp;amp; I'm not going to resist anymore. I'll just go with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what this relationship is coming to anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4356484559840789338?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4356484559840789338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dunno-what-im-feeling-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4356484559840789338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4356484559840789338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dunno-what-im-feeling-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/S5T933YfbcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6hFavIhbFQU/s72-c/MKA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2615371135576352457</id><published>2010-03-04T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:09:24.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/fungirl-230a1c8a37ec093e8615c8b462f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 499px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/fungirl-230a1c8a37ec093e8615c8b462f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, yes I know. So anyway, finally went swimming today &amp;amp; I feel extremely accomplished :) Initially when I started, I couldn't even last one lap -.- Felt like such a loser I swear but I managed to warm up to those laps &amp;amp; everything. I actually am pretty happy that I now can go a few laps without struggling for air :) Rachel Koh, you abandoned me so you're supposed to go swimming with me the next time I go! It felt nice that there was no one at all it felt like as if the pool was mine, in a way la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its only the first week of the holidays &amp;amp; this week (so far) has seen me being on the computer for almost the entire day &amp;amp; watching tv. Basically slacking ard the house becoming some fat sack. This isn't good, I knowwww. But there really isn't anything to do =/ I'm thinking of going jogging tmr morning but I really dunno if it'll happen. I'm feeling so sleepy now. Maybe cos I slept late last night &amp;amp; got up super early today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats Povan on passing your BTT I hope you get your license soon so you can drive me ard when I need some mode of transport! Haha kidding! :) Was nice having you over at my house today (ok sounds weird much) but yeah la, playing with my guinea pig blah blah blah ok 'nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously don't understand the weather its driving me crazy? It actually poured just now but it lasted less than 10 minutes, how pathetic? It wasn't even cooling or anything, just the smell of rain is all. Ugh omg feeling sooo tired =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, has anyone seen the new Pringles flavours? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K7C0aw_b-BU/Ruf-n-eoFSI/AAAAAAAADE0/v94VpciUanU/s400/IMG_5282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K7C0aw_b-BU/Ruf-n-eoFSI/AAAAAAAADE0/v94VpciUanU/s400/IMG_5282.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and apparently there's another Lemon + something else I can't rmb. I saw it today while buying some food from Cold Storage. I tried googling it but nothing came up. Hmmm... Seems like its relatively new? I have no idea. Whatever it is, I still have yet to try the rest of the new Pringles flavours. I know right, I'm like how bloody backdated :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0003/2584/Pringles_Ocean_FlavoursM_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0003/2584/Pringles_Ocean_FlavoursM_std.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 794px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K think I've got a new "mission" oh whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing before I go: All the best to everyone taking their A level results tmr at 2pm! All the best to you, bitch! You know you'll make it so don't panic. Love you much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K then, dinner's calling. Yong Tau Foo, FTW!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2615371135576352457?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2615371135576352457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-awhile-yes-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2615371135576352457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2615371135576352457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-awhile-yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/th_fungirl-230a1c8a37ec093e8615c8b462f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2019150772190157005</id><published>2010-02-09T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:27:37.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab301/HelloKittySceneQueen/emmybow1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 365px;" src="http://i874.photobucket.com/albums/ab301/HelloKittySceneQueen/emmybow1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised its been quite awhile since I last updated this space. Not like many people actually visit but yeah la. I'm actually feeling pretty lazy to update Blogger &amp;amp; my Tumblr space too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school's coming to a close pretty soon. Just got about 2 more weeks to go before we have a break &amp;amp; prepare for year 3 =/ can you believe it, I'm going to be in year 3 in like 2 month's time!! Time flies, no? But what sucks is that, straight after CNY are the exams :( and its totally uncool cos I doubt I'll be able to have an awesome CNY cos I'll have to think about studying at the same time. Especially for Bpharm, in which I have zero confidence in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cannot wait for this year to end!! I just hope that I won't have to repeat subjects, I really don't want to! :( So I have to work extra hard for this coming main exam period. Ugh just totally dreading this pleaseeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Valentine's day is on the same day as CNY? Wtf can this get any better, seriously? So fucking stupid, how the hell to spend time with my baby when I have to be with the family? I really need to plan things out. Really need to =/ At least I've got most of the things that I need settled so hopefully it'll go as planned! (crosses fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, need to start studying for IPT pbl quiz which falls on Thursday. Wow, this week's actually pretty fast too =/ at least I have my baby with me! So there's not much to complain and whine about HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I love scene kids. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad200/DeadlyMemories/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 378px;" src="http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad200/DeadlyMemories/38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad200/DeadlyMemories/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i726.photobucket.com/albums/ww267/dogsrme764/scene-core-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://i726.photobucket.com/albums/ww267/dogsrme764/scene-core-hair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2019150772190157005?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2019150772190157005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2010/02/realised-its-been-quite-awhile-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2019150772190157005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2019150772190157005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2010/02/realised-its-been-quite-awhile-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7579941770573161130</id><published>2010-01-10T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:19:46.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/500full-emma-stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 482px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/500full-emma-stone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its back to blogging here againnnnn. I realized I haven't been updating regularly. And I know what I'm going to say next - I'M LAZYYYY. Haha. So, its a start of the new year but I don't feel like it is. Maybe because our poly holidays were in the middle of everything. We started school the week after christmas and then had a long weekend for New Year's day. The Monday after New Year's day just seemed like a normal 2009 day. They should've extended our holidays till January, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, TP open house was fine I guess. the first 2 days were really crowded and packed with Secondary school students who were on tour &amp;amp; whatnot. We all signed up as a guide to bring these students ard the school. But yes, being the people that we are, we didn't bother at all. Plus we had to be cheering &amp;amp; welcoming them to our school. Like hello, I can't be bothered to do that la. The only thing we get from this is SEAL points and a chance to miss classes for the day. I guess it was rather fun too cos we got to roam around school, talk to other students from other schools &amp;amp; practically rot our life till our shift ends. The 3rd day was good cos Adam came down with me. But there was no one :( It wasn't as packed as compared to last year's open house. Shows how popular our school is eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yestd was shitty cos I only had one day with Adam &amp;amp; he had to book in that night. Sighhhhhhhhhhh. He couldn't make it to dinner at my grandma's house bcos of his book in &amp;amp; all that. So after Open house, I sent him to camp before heading down to my grandma's house. And omg, I haven't been seeing my cousins in like the longest time ever. So I guess it was great that everyone came down to my grandma's to bond. Looking forward to the next gathering where we'll all be able to do what we did yestd, and Adam would be present too! :) Hehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreading tmr. Because I have many things to do :( my Bpharm tutorial, to prepare for my IPT role play which would be at 5pm and to complete my PIA report by 10 tonight. Fuck man. I'm actually most worried about my IPT cos the weightage is going to be superly high now, as compared to the previous role play that we had (which I totally screwed up) Sighh. So I guess Adam booking in is actually a blessing in disguise, no? Sigh. But I wish he was here with me though! Would make things much easier for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, off I go to start with my work. I hope I finish everything by tonight! I have decided not to make any resolutions cos they're stupid &amp;amp; I never actually find any meaning in setting them cos I don't bother meeting them at all. Right, right, right? I mean, its my personal opinion so all who disagree just shut up. Kthxbyeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7579941770573161130?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7579941770573161130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-its-back-to-blogging-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7579941770573161130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7579941770573161130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-its-back-to-blogging-here.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/th_500full-emma-stone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-170696142228887761</id><published>2009-12-28T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:53:11.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjLftlevjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/KZmtpxxPSZs/s1600-h/DSCF0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjLftlevjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/KZmtpxxPSZs/s320/DSCF0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420305897213574706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an awesome Christmas, I hope everyone had an awesome time like I did too! There was so much preparations to be done actually. Not exactly preparations actually, more of shopping :) Haha. Bought me a new pair of shoes and a beanie (bcos it was needed for the party) and a studded pair of leggings and a top plus studded bracelets. Many many studded stuff :) I hope Adam liked his presents though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Christmas day Adam came over for a little get together with my family. Had plenty of food &amp;amp; a log cake as well. Then it was gift exchange &amp;amp; I got my scent, like freaking finally :) Pictures, pictures, pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjPglOTUGI/AAAAAAAAAko/p3WJkd0g200/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420310310195253346" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjPicHDCwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Wvg48NSlAoI/s320/DSCF0097.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420310342108646146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjPhPs_brI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wlQ3NtcEFhE/s320/DSCF0085.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420310321598262962" /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjPhzVb36I/AAAAAAAAAlA/R1txLf1GEg4/s320/DSCF0093.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420310331163140002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjPhkEeqVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/22ZLqf9um-c/s320/DSCF0089.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420310327065487698" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjS4kU0cvI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gYMHubMXR9w/s320/DSCF0098.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420314020805898994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjS5M2A2NI/AAAAAAAAAlY/fx7EdFNHkZI/s320/DSCF0102.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420314031682541778" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjS5nLoJEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/HrGCeG5pAvk/s320/DSCF0104.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420314038752519234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we went off to Adam's aunty's house for his Christmas party. Again, there was plenty of food and many many people :) Then there was gift exchange and Andrea had the most awesome presents! I didn't expect to receive so many gifts, really. Favourite present obviously from my babyboy. Hehehe! I just can't wait to see him tmr, can't believe he'll be booking out tmr! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjS54sCzeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/I7WZ0epOwhw/s320/DSCF0108.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420314043451887074" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjS6dSYm-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/VDfLwgRahLg/s320/DSCF0109.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420314053276376034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwhich, made our way down to Rachel's house. Ok, we were feeling a little bit nervous cos its been such a long time since we last saw everyone. Plus there are new additions to the group as well. Initially things were super awkward but it started to get better once we made our way to Yishun dam in 2 separate vehicles. The car ride was crazy! I was so afraid I might actually die or hurl my dinner. After Yishun dam, we made our way (another crazy car ride) to Jalan Kayu for other people to eat. We then made our way back to Rachel's house for the guys to play mahjong. It was a really awesome night, tbh. I wish it didnt have to end at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the new year's coming up, in like omg 3 days. I really want everything to be awesome between us k babe! :) I love you plenty plenty. And yes, now that Christmas is over, school has started :( Lots of project submissions and yes, a bloody test is like on Wednesday :( Ccb. Not looking forward to all of that one bit. But at least its Tuesday! Adam will be booking out, hehehe. Time for bed. Goodnight everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-170696142228887761?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/170696142228887761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone-i-had-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/170696142228887761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/170696142228887761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone-i-had-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzjLftlevjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/KZmtpxxPSZs/s72-c/DSCF0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-271350633530963244</id><published>2009-12-23T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:26:54.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzDvpNZeGYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nDAVog6XbaE/s1600-h/love_actually1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzDvpNZeGYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nDAVog6XbaE/s320/love_actually1811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418093842976872834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Love Actually yesterday and omg I cannot stand it, I am in love with the movie big time :) Really really really wish they would make a second movie cos its really awesome haha ok, I should probably stop ranting about this. Its just stupid, innit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So christmas is in like 3 days, and omg I am excited. Are we not? Did a relative good amount of shopping today. And I feel pretty accomplished :) I just hope my baby would appreciate it! (fingers crossed) Hmm, maybe more shopping tmr. I wanna get a pair of shoes tmr. Couldn't get it today cos it was sold out, how annoying :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, might be going out with my brother tmr. Adam will be booking out tmr, oh how awesome :) Can't wait for christmas. Goodnight everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, PLEASE FORMSPRING MEEEEE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-271350633530963244?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/271350633530963244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/12/watched-love-actually-yesterday-and-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/271350633530963244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/271350633530963244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/12/watched-love-actually-yesterday-and-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SzDvpNZeGYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nDAVog6XbaE/s72-c/love_actually1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5620310356255574383</id><published>2009-12-18T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:50:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SypfEUTD5aI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ENtgpI_9UsQ/s1600-h/615a7778b883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SypfEUTD5aI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ENtgpI_9UsQ/s320/615a7778b883.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416246029639214498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally back to update this space. Pardon me, I guess I'm just feeling rather too lazy to do typing now. Tumblr-ing is way easier actually. But yeah ok, enought shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, I'd like to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!!!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt; Finally 19, dammit. Freshly turning 19 while I'm going to turn 20 in a few month's time. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Schools out and yes, its finally the holidays now. I am relieved, there's not so much studying to do as compared to exam week, which was ugh, don't even remind me. Even though its the holidays right now, there's tons of work to be done. Projects, basically. I'm really dreading this 2 weeks. We don't even get our well deserved breaks la :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I want to go shopping very badly! But money has always been a problem. There are so many things that I'd really want to get but my mom's busy rushing with work to even take me out :( I have no choice but to tahan till AFTER christmas which is what I'm not looking forward to at all. Sighhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, I'm starting to get sleepy. I need to be in school at 10am tmr, ugh. Thanks to all the lecturers who think us students have tons of time when it comes to holidays. Seriously all they have to do is just sit there, shake their legs &amp;amp; put a tick/cross whatever on our papers. Unfair shit. No point complaining right? its just pure stupidity. Hmm......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, CONGRATULATIONS XIAXUE for getting engaged. I watched the video and I actually teared halfway through. It was so damn touching :'( Wish my husband-to-be (whoever) could do something like that HAHAHA right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K then, gna go now. Nighty night everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5620310356255574383?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5620310356255574383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-back-to-update-this-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5620310356255574383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5620310356255574383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-back-to-update-this-space.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SypfEUTD5aI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ENtgpI_9UsQ/s72-c/615a7778b883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-152426565204743617</id><published>2009-12-10T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:00:42.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SyDSDxTpzuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Jvj-2sJ-gPI/s1600-h/DSCF0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SyDSDxTpzuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Jvj-2sJ-gPI/s320/DSCF0511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413557714316545762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found this today &amp;amp; omg I miss Secondary school days more than evarrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anw, its the exam week now &amp;amp; let me just say I have entirely no mood to study whatsoever. I just feel so unmotivated to touch my notes pls :( Such a disappointment indeed. The past few papers were pretty fine, well all except for PIA which I know nuts about. I'll be extremely thankful if I were to get a pass in that paper! (crosses fingers!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just left with 2 more papers till school holidays &amp;amp; i'm just only looking forward to that, nothing more HAHA pathology &amp;amp; PMIC. I just have no confidence in BPharm even though she makes her remedial lessons compulsory for us, I just feel its of no use cos it doesn't teach us anything at all. Plus its at 6pm, our brains have probably switched off by then. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well at least tmr's Friday &amp;amp; we all know what that means :) Haha just can't wait to see my babyboy! I hope we'll be able to do the things that we said we were gna do, cos I'll be sad if we don't. Blahblahblah. I'm sure you'd rather hear other stuff than this so I shall spare you the details :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, I know I should be reading my notes instead of playing games on Facebook. I am such an addict, but hey, I can't help it right. I mean I'd rather be doing other stuff than sitting quietly at my table studying. I have no idea how I managed to do that during my O level examinations. I shall just... try. Kthxbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-152426565204743617?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/152426565204743617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-found-this-today-omg-i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/152426565204743617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/152426565204743617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-found-this-today-omg-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SyDSDxTpzuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Jvj-2sJ-gPI/s72-c/DSCF0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2173768032469182690</id><published>2009-11-30T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:30:27.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SxPjqFhzX9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/AZP7gR-JK70/s1600/Allison-americas-next-top-model-7025640-400-267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SxPjqFhzX9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/AZP7gR-JK70/s320/Allison-americas-next-top-model-7025640-400-267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409917889580064722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a long time, has it not? I've decided to blog here and put up pictures on my tumblr. Its better that way, no? Haha. I just kinda miss typing, and not many people type on tumblr. Its more of spamming pictures, actually. I mean yeah, just the personal opinion there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, school's been fine. I mean ha, who am I kidding, its been shit. But the holidays are gna start soon, soon after the term tests are over and done with. I'm feeling pretty nervous. This week's the revision week which means next week's gna be test week :( shitty much. Haha. And I wish school wouldn't end so late on Tuesdays. Fucking 7pm. Thanks to shitty remedial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Adam :( So very very much. Sighhhh. He might be having nights out tmr but I doubt I'll be able to make it. Yes, due to school. It always gets in the way of things, doesn't it! :( Just hope this week will be a short week, but I highly doubt it cos yeah, Thursday would be the day I'm gna dread. Why? Cos I'll be having my interview with my teacher during then. And I'm really really nervous. Sighhh. I just hope she won't be so cunning &amp;amp; devious on that day =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, think I should head into bed soon. Super tired &amp;amp; hmm, I think I should have a cube of chocolate before going to bed. Unhealthy? Yeah I know. Explains the way I look now. Kthxbye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2173768032469182690?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2173768032469182690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-long-time-has-it-not-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2173768032469182690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2173768032469182690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-long-time-has-it-not-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SxPjqFhzX9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/AZP7gR-JK70/s72-c/Allison-americas-next-top-model-7025640-400-267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7339741282478116319</id><published>2009-10-20T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:29:36.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/St3WzqMlobI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8QG4QchGBfc/s1600-h/57QK9SvrIng6y0r4QJo5xbBzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/St3WzqMlobI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8QG4QchGBfc/s320/57QK9SvrIng6y0r4QJo5xbBzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394704111648481714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I haven't been updating here, its just that I've been busy updating my tumblr and its actually way more interesting than blogger. And for that I apologize :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm just more interested in updating tumblr for the time being now, so find me there. It shouldn't be that difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I hate school. Ultra boredom. K, back to tumblr. Toodles :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7339741282478116319?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7339741282478116319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-i-havent-been-updating-here-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7339741282478116319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7339741282478116319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-i-havent-been-updating-here-its.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/St3WzqMlobI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8QG4QchGBfc/s72-c/57QK9SvrIng6y0r4QJo5xbBzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5565851884027508104</id><published>2009-10-12T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:20:54.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/StLTgRiC6YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Ph4Kg-ZT8UM/s1600-h/DSC06564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/StLTgRiC6YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Ph4Kg-ZT8UM/s320/DSC06564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391604255331379586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an awesome weekend :) First and foremost, let me say HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, ADAM :) I just hope you enjoyed your birthday, together with me. Even though Marina Barrage almost ruined your awesome day, I do hope you had lots of fun afterwhich :) And just so you know, I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my Friday was spent with Adam. Met him at J8 after he booked out and headed to Mos Burger for dinner. Talked, laughed, ate. Then it was off to his house bcos he thought that there was a cake for him to cut, but when we went back, there was actually no cake? He just heard it wrongly from his sister =/ I felt so bad for him, he must've felt so heartbroken. But it was nice wishing him happy birthday once the clock struck 12. But I didn't spend the night there. Well mainly because I still had some other things to take care of. Which resulted in me sleeping at 4plus in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we both woke up extremely late. We were supp to meet at 2 but we ended up meeting at 4. I was really really tired. And so was he (because of reasons I shall not elaborate here) then we headed down to Marina Barrage. The weather was so fucking hot, the wind was so fucking strong, the place was so crowded with fucking kite flyers &amp;amp; avid photographers, it wasn't how we expected it to be at all. Being the person that he was, he obviously lost it. And I thought, ok thats it, the end of the day has come. Everything's ruined. But I guess it went ok, after while. Headed to the art gallery there, which was really very interesting indeed. Then ate at the cafe cos we were really very hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Cineleisure next, after Marina Barrage. Had to wait for the bloody movie rooms cos I think there were many people using them. Watched Underworld, which was... well I dunno haha. We had popcorn, 3 cups of coke. It may not seem much but dammit I actually felt guilty. Seeing we actually had a burger each while at Marina. The room was extremely cold, yet cosy at the same time. After the movie, we walked down to Cathay to have Billy Bombers (bcos they were the only ones that were opened at almost midnight) and I had Pasta while he tried the Obama burger. Fucking fucking full after we were done. My goodness I couldn't even breathe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was spent at his house, playing the com and his sister's DS. Very fun HAHA! Then I sent him off to camp and had a lonely ride back home =/ And here I am now, updating this space &amp;amp; playing Farmville at the same time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe I woke up at 2! Must've been all the late nights I had previously =/ Ohwells. Anyway, all the pictures are up on Facebook. And I shall continue with my Farming. Toodles everyone! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5565851884027508104?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5565851884027508104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-awesome-weekend-first-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5565851884027508104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5565851884027508104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-awesome-weekend-first-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/StLTgRiC6YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Ph4Kg-ZT8UM/s72-c/DSC06564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-6060395934739597291</id><published>2009-10-07T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:12:25.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssxxj3W5yhI/AAAAAAAAAjA/pQZWS1xGKP0/s1600-h/Holgatreecopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssxxj3W5yhI/AAAAAAAAAjA/pQZWS1xGKP0/s320/Holgatreecopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389807715025013266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if the sky is falling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been here lately. I've been online almost everyday but sometimes I just feel so lazy to update HAHA can't blame me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should've been out with the girls for Jalan Raya today. But due to unforseen circumstances, I couldn't make it. Dammit. I hope you guys had fun tho, ok? :) And I hope there were pictures too! Totally missed out on seeing Yaseen in his malay outfit, whats it called? And yeah, my girls in their baju kurung too :( So yes, I hope there were pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the 4 of us girls met up on Monday for a movie and picture taking session. It was nice meeting up with them again! Watched Fame, it was really nice. But the storyline's a little messed up. Cos there were 4 or 5 stories in the movie all at once, and the movie covered 4 years of school. So it was abit of here and there. But the dancing and music was great :) I don't get why the lead dancer is hot at all? Somebody tell me? Afterwhich, headed to Taka for Fadz to buy jeans at Zara. NOT FAIR. She had tons of Raya money to spend  :( Mas and Fadz were busy shopping while Des &amp;amp; I aimlessly walked ard, feeling broke like beggars. Blahhh. But time spent was awesome. Many many pictures taken. Massssss, I want em picturessss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Tuesday, my mom, brother and I went shopping. Headed down to Bugis (I have no idea why we went there?) While we were there, my brother and I did like the most shopping as compared to my mom. Haha. She bought only 2 pairs of shoes. My brother actually bought the most things. Hmph! But I feel accomplished cos I've checked out almost all wanted items on my wishlist :) Obviously a girl can't have more clothes/shoes/etc. Right? Hehe. Then it was off to Ang Mo Kio for a belated birthday dinner for my brother at Suki Sushi in which he whipped up all the salmon sashimi. Thank goodness I don't like Salmon or my brother &amp;amp; I would've been fighting for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam's having a nights' out right now. Its not fair, I can't get to see him at all :( Cos my mom wants everyone to be home for dinner tonight so I have no choice but to stay home. Fuck, I haven't gotten down to packing my room yet. It actually looks like a pig sty. Books and paper everywhere. Blahhh. I.NEED.MOTIVATION. Plus I need to start on Adam's birthday present, or I'll never make it by Saturday. Can you believe it, his birthday's on Saturdayyyy :) And I actually have quite an awesome plan alr. Hehhh :) Just please, no one screw this up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and one more thing, today's the 7th, which also means that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HAPPY 1 YEAR AND 6 MONTHS ADAMBABY! :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wow, I can't believe we've actually lasted for so long already? But anyhoos, I need you to know that I love you soooo very much ok! Really can't wait for you to book out on Friday. So excited to see you haha ok, sorry. I should stop all this mushy shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Right then, moving on. Pictures with the brother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx24rlHTiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZRC0vgC7h38/s1600-h/DSCF0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx24rlHTiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZRC0vgC7h38/s320/DSCF0325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389813570198785570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx24rlHTiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZRC0vgC7h38/s1600-h/DSCF0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx24FkG0cI/AAAAAAAAAjY/14-_fGuAATQ/s1600-h/DSCF0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx24FkG0cI/AAAAAAAAAjY/14-_fGuAATQ/s320/DSCF0323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389813559994012098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx24FkG0cI/AAAAAAAAAjY/14-_fGuAATQ/s1600-h/DSCF0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx23hl15aI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/J5MxiNJfZww/s1600-h/DSCF0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx23hl15aI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/J5MxiNJfZww/s320/DSCF0319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389813550337615266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx23hl15aI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/J5MxiNJfZww/s1600-h/DSCF0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx23PwmCyI/AAAAAAAAAjI/VBS808J-qa8/s1600-h/DSCF0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssx23PwmCyI/AAAAAAAAAjI/VBS808J-qa8/s320/DSCF0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389813545550875426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray, dinner's here. Off I goooo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-6060395934739597291?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/6060395934739597291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/10/even-if-sky-is-falling-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6060395934739597291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6060395934739597291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/10/even-if-sky-is-falling-down.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Ssxxj3W5yhI/AAAAAAAAAjA/pQZWS1xGKP0/s72-c/Holgatreecopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5662913986819200072</id><published>2009-10-03T02:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:30:12.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, so today was a pretty great day. I know, its freaking 2am in the morning, i'm feeling extremely tired, but I just thought I needed to update my blog. Yes, for no reason at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to meet Adam earlier on just now, ard 7. I was rotting for an hour there cos yeah, I was early, as usual. I wish the army would be more punctual about their dismissal times. :@ Hmph. But it was great spending time with Adam. We only had like less than 2 hours together but still time spent together was awesome blossom :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came home, thats when things started to get extremely boringzzz. But I'm glad there are certain sites that managed to make my time here more worthwhile. I've been laughing non stop ever since I visited them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired, just gna end here. But before I go, pictures for your viewing pleasure:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZFNIPG1II/AAAAAAAAAiY/wTPGOlR9Bm8/s1600-h/200901000006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZFNIPG1II/AAAAAAAAAiY/wTPGOlR9Bm8/s320/200901000006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388070096046838914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you babybaby! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZFNRjMc1I/AAAAAAAAAig/KOMhJrKUlXg/s1600-h/gallery_main-1002_rihanna_paris_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZFNRjMc1I/AAAAAAAAAig/KOMhJrKUlXg/s320/gallery_main-1002_rihanna_paris_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388070098547012434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZGiSDPabI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_0ECqCp5dBA/s1600-h/gallery_main-1002_rihanna_paris_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZGiSDPabI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_0ECqCp5dBA/s320/gallery_main-1002_rihanna_paris_05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388071558970304946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rihanna, srsly what the fuck? Lady Gaga your new inspiration?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZGGEmdLOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/GbzJWNrGyfk/s1600-h/gallery_main-0930_lady_gaga_dc_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZGGEmdLOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/GbzJWNrGyfk/s320/gallery_main-0930_lady_gaga_dc_00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388071074323573986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I can clearly see that now, Rihanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZGGEmdLOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/GbzJWNrGyfk/s1600-h/gallery_main-0930_lady_gaga_dc_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZFNRjMc1I/AAAAAAAAAig/KOMhJrKUlXg/s1600-h/gallery_main-1002_rihanna_paris_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZFNxBH_rI/AAAAAAAAAio/mXVRnnUvCOM/s1600-h/128989226412654027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZFNxBH_rI/AAAAAAAAAio/mXVRnnUvCOM/s320/128989226412654027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388070106994048690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok goodnight everyone &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5662913986819200072?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5662913986819200072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-so-today-was-pretty-great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5662913986819200072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5662913986819200072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-so-today-was-pretty-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsZFNIPG1II/AAAAAAAAAiY/wTPGOlR9Bm8/s72-c/200901000006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-6134969270013890845</id><published>2009-09-29T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:13:20.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i477.photobucket.com/albums/rr131/CarollinCalico/Paris%20Hilton/ParisHiltonRepol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i477.photobucket.com/albums/rr131/CarollinCalico/Paris%20Hilton/ParisHiltonRepol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i477.photobucket.com/albums/rr131/CarollinCalico/Paris%20Hilton/ParisHiltonRepol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today saw me rotting (yet again) at home, while my parents and brother get a life. Its my brother's birthday today and we were supposed to head out for lunch but my brother overslept and by the time he woke up he had to go out with his friends so the lunch was cancelled. Which also meant that we wouldn't be going out :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that gave me a little time to beautify my brother's present :) Made him a card from one of our random crazy photos we took together, like 4 years ago? Haha. It was really cute. And I really hope he likes the gift. Its all sweets but hey, he likes to eat sweet things. The sweet tooth runs in the family, see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was home, talking to Yusuf on msn and yes, on Facebook. I'm sorry, I have nothing better to do so no one should be blaming me :) Its an extremely hot and uneasy day for me today. Plus I can't smoke OTOT cos my parents are at home. Ugh! I know right. Nvm, I'll get to tmr or maybe tonight, when its way past their bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least there'll be shows on TV today, so that should kill my boredom. And I still can't get enough of my phone :) Haha. I got my Mio broadband thingy today, plus we have Mio TV too. Not like its any good. Cos my parents didn't purchase any channels or programmes, but they chose the one in which we get 15 free movies each month -.- Not like they're current movies, I saw the catalogue, its all of old movies, say 2 - 3 years ago kinda thing? I know, I shouldn't be complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its fucking hot right now, I'm starting to perspire. I can't turn on the fan cos my dad's busy arranging the wires :( So, desperate times call for desperate measures (is that the bloody saying?) I shall proceed to have a bath then go have dinner. Then watch tv. :) Yup. I hope Adam gets to book out tmr night. Please have recruits' night out! Ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsHrma6JiEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/bwpG5fJlb6Q/s1600-h/gallery_main-0928_alba_redhead_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsHrma6JiEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/bwpG5fJlb6Q/s320/gallery_main-0928_alba_redhead_05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386845674602596418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica alba, you look as hot as your new awesome red hair :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye world :)&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/8737058728438082658-6134969270013890845?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/6134969270013890845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-today-saw-me-rotting-yet-again-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6134969270013890845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6134969270013890845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-today-saw-me-rotting-yet-again-at.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i477.photobucket.com/albums/rr131/CarollinCalico/Paris%20Hilton/th_ParisHiltonRepol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-6954743124642707943</id><published>2009-09-29T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:23:01.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsD8qermUTI/AAAAAAAAAh4/LjUAavqqMMc/s1600-h/omgz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsD8qermUTI/AAAAAAAAAh4/LjUAavqqMMc/s320/omgz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386582961055748402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an extremely unglam photo of Adam &amp;amp; myself. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway today I finally met up with Des and Mas :) Woke up in the afternoon, headed out to collect my contact lenses &amp;amp; had lunch with my brother at the nearby coffee shop. Afterwhich, headed home to prepare to go to the airport. I was lateeee :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mas for coming down to meet me! :) Went to buy stuff for my brother, its his birthday! I mean, right now as I'm typing this la. Bought sweets from Candy Empire for him &amp;amp; this bloody rip off box from Mini Toons. I had no choice &amp;amp; now I'm broke :( I hate this feeling I swear. Didn't know where to go after buying his present then walked to take the sky train to Terminal 1 to wait for Des at the staff canteen for her break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed only for like what, 1 hour plus? Then we headed home. So no life, IKR. :( Next thursday, hopefully we'll meet up. I know I'll be meeting with Des. Need to be prepared for my baby's birthday :) Can't believe its coming in 2 week's time! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its raining heavily right now. The sky's extremely red. I just hope there'll be no thunder and lightning tonight. Scares the shit out of me :( I'm feeling damn bloody tired right now. I think I shall head in NOW. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, look what I found! :) Haha its so fucking retardedddddddd. No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsD-Z7dexiI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ad6Ri3Taz90/s1600-h/other-kinds-of-stuffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsD-Z7dexiI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ad6Ri3Taz90/s320/other-kinds-of-stuffs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386584875746641442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally love my food with all other kinds of stuff :) NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, before I go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsD-wZnnJlI/AAAAAAAAAiI/S4ND_j-fJmM/s1600-h/FP_3680609_Richie_Nicole_MAC_092609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsD-wZnnJlI/AAAAAAAAAiI/S4ND_j-fJmM/s320/FP_3680609_Richie_Nicole_MAC_092609.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386585261799319122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole Richie, you are soooo hot. 17 days after giving birth, and you look like this? Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-6954743124642707943?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/6954743124642707943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-extremely-unglam-photo-of-adam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6954743124642707943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6954743124642707943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-extremely-unglam-photo-of-adam.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SsD8qermUTI/AAAAAAAAAh4/LjUAavqqMMc/s72-c/omgz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4624439408422526782</id><published>2009-09-26T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:23:43.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling extremely psyched up right now. I just got my new nokia E63 &amp;amp; i'm using this to blog right now. Haha. IKR. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw, today was really a good day. Partly bcos i got my phone, and the other part was bcos i got to spend it with adam. Hehe! I love him so much. He willingly went here &amp;amp; there with me just to source for my phone. even tho he wasn't openly complaining, i knew he was feeling pretty impatient. thanks baby. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm gna stop now &amp;amp; watch him play maple. Cute right' i know. :) toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4624439408422526782?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4624439408422526782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-feeling-extremely-psyched-up-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4624439408422526782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4624439408422526782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-feeling-extremely-psyched-up-right.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2946318671405426532</id><published>2009-09-24T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:49:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Srtn4ptA4II/AAAAAAAAAho/w6o9ZqFGj1M/s1600-h/hairchoicec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Srtn4ptA4II/AAAAAAAAAho/w6o9ZqFGj1M/s320/hairchoicec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385012002416550018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, today saw me rotting my life away at home. =/ I know, how pathetic right. I've been watching tv the entire day, surfing the internet &amp;amp; smoking my life away. Des says I have no life &amp;amp; I totally agree with her. I really have nothing to do at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But tmr will be a better day, I know it. Adam's booking out! Yipee. I'm very very happy. I know right! Adam booking out is the only thing I look forward to this entire holiday. Haha. I know everyone's rolling their eyes or what have you. But its true, sadly. And he claims he wants to go for an overnight run tmr night. Ugh. See, me being his girlfriend, I have to accompany him to wherever he wants to go. Running isn't my thing at all. :( Nvm, we shall see tmr. Yay I cannot wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my brother will be accompanying me to fetch adam tmr. Then we'll go have dinner somewhere nearby, then head home. Hmm.. Just hope that they won't be released late tmr. Like that time, when I had to wait 4 hours for him to book. 4 hours, can you imagine? I was rotting there. Walking here and there, sitting down at random blocks I happen to walk towards. I hope nothing like that will happen tmr. But my brother will be with me so I doubt it'll be as bad as the previous time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I happened to come across Rihanna's latest hairdo today. My goodness, I really don't know how to describe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrtqBwW4wjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HoghS0LDumA/s1600-h/rihanna-9229-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrtqBwW4wjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HoghS0LDumA/s320/rihanna-9229-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385014357844869682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can somebody please tell me what she was thinking? How crazy innit? It looked like some shit fell into her hair when she was walking under a random construction site or whatever. I thought only Ahbengs in Singapore had that type of hair colour. Maybe she found them cool in some way, not that I can actually point anything out. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, shall turn off my com early today &amp;amp; read a book. Need to be like Mas, who's been reading everyday! Haha. I'll be back tmr, I think. Toodles everyoneeeee. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2946318671405426532?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2946318671405426532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-again-today-saw-me-rotting-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2946318671405426532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2946318671405426532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-again-today-saw-me-rotting-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Srtn4ptA4II/AAAAAAAAAho/w6o9ZqFGj1M/s72-c/hairchoicec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-3802822521493557022</id><published>2009-09-23T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:41:43.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrpGa2v3YuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FwyfrGLtjqQ/s1600-h/marisavintage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrpGa2v3YuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FwyfrGLtjqQ/s320/marisavintage1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384693731661669090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was pretty boring. No, who am I kidding, it was extremely boring. I had nothing productive to do at all :( How disappointing indeed. I'm just looking forward to the weekends. Which is coming in 2 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to meet Adam earlier on today, in the evening. But his plans were suddenly cancelled. :( Which was very sad bcos I was looking forward to seeing him today but thx to one of his sirs, everything was cancelled. Which means that I'll only be able to see him on Friday. But who am I to complain right? I mean I was feeling a tad bit lazy to go out actually, until he got really angry with me cos I said I couldn't go cos of a family dinner thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, enough about that. I was cooped up at home for the rest of the day. I FINALLY spoke to Des today. IKR! She got boyfriend alr don't wanna bother about her own friends :( So sad, no? But at least we spoke today haha not fair she has a better life than I do. Hmph. Chalet all tmr. Ugh. Mas, shall we go out together soon! Don't worry, I still love you okokok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished watching The Moment of Truth. What an exciting show. If you don't watch it, why the fuck not? Its extremely extremely tensed up, I mean literally, for the entire hour. Why do they actually choose to produce such a show. I mean, some secrets are better left unsaid, no? Plus some questions that they ask are really very sensitive, I mean I'm not the one being questioned but it certainly is nerve wrecking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can't believe Syltra is out of Singapore Idol. WTF MAN? Is everyone just deaf or what? Farhan should be out, he doesn't deserve being in the competition. I mean ok, he looks good but who gives a shit about looks, its a singing competition. Hello girls, stop looking at the dopey-eyed guy &amp;amp; start opening up your ears? Sheesh. I mean Syltra didn't really rock the stage tonight but she certainly has a strong voice, she shouldn't have been voted out, its extremely unfair. How stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, gna watch some reality tv show now. So so so scary. Till then, have you guys seen Agyness Deyn's new hairstyle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrpPf78WxAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TrHDYQy1bLI/s1600-h/agynessdeyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrpPf78WxAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TrHDYQy1bLI/s320/agynessdeyn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384703714560230402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like a mop. Yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-3802822521493557022?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/3802822521493557022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-today-was-pretty-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3802822521493557022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3802822521493557022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-today-was-pretty-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrpGa2v3YuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FwyfrGLtjqQ/s72-c/marisavintage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-3872846148732248326</id><published>2009-09-23T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:21:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/cutequote1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/cutequote1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been such a long time since I last updated, IKR. Just lazy plus my boyfriend hogged my laptop 24/7 when he booked out of camp for the entire weekend! :( So I didn't have time to play my Farmville, Restaurant City &amp;amp; Pet Society, hehe! Sorry, I'm just hooked onto the game, can't blame me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the weekends have been awesomeeeee. Watched The Ugly Truth with my boyfriend at J8 before heading to his aunt's house for Hari Raya dinner which was awesome! :) I totally love Katherine Heigl! Haha. I miss Adam staying over at my house, ha. And we were supposed to go to town, Adam! I don't care, you owe me big time, hpmh! But ok, I still love you la. Heh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to school in the morning for my supplementary paper. I only actually studied last night. =/ So I'm just hoping I'll be able to do it well! They actually gave us the answers but the bitch went to rephrase everything &amp;amp; added a little bit of shit into it as well. How awesome, I know right. Then I went home to wait for my mom to prepare then went off to town for shopping! :) my legs are rather sore right now =/ Ugh. But I'm happy chappy, the last thing I want is my phone! Weekends, weekends, weekends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright then I'm gna watch some lame show on Channel 8 right now. Can't wait for Adam to book out please! I miss him so very very much. Toodles everyoneeeee. &lt;3&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/8737058728438082658-3872846148732248326?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/3872846148732248326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-such-long-time-since-i-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3872846148732248326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3872846148732248326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-such-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-1712785084003395224</id><published>2009-09-18T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:30:59.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrJhH8ViRfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vro3gainfmE/s1600-h/p69ut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrJhH8ViRfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vro3gainfmE/s320/p69ut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382471293744596466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was an awesome day. Partly because I got to talk to my boyfriend for a couple of times today. The other reason was bcos I finally went to town after a gazillion years. I know right, I sound like I live in a cave and have no life. I mean yeah ok, I've been to town recently but I've never stayed the entire day there, like today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was gna be late in meeting Des. (Mas didn't come down cos she was busy making kueh with her mommy) But apparently the bus journey was kinda fast? I made it like 5 minutes before Des, hehe! Had lunch at the top floor of Far East, food there's pretty awesomeeee. Walked to Far East Shopping Centre for Des's tattoo consultation &amp;amp; we saw Agilan there haha coincidence or what! Afterwhich, read books at Borders then it was virgin visit (yes, laugh) at Ion Orchard. Fucking huge-ass place pleaseeee. Couldn't take all the stress anymore so we went to window shop at Taka instead. Had samples of moon cakes there HAHA! Bought Tori-Q after a longtime then sat outside Taka for a smoke &amp;amp; people watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok our mouths couldn't stop opening right there, once we sat down. We sat there when the sun was still up in the sky till it set. I know right, no life bitches. But it was fun, right Des! :) Des went to get some Old Chang Kee fooooooooood, headed home afterwhich. I mean ok, we didn't do much. We didn't even buy anything today, except for our food. But it was really fun cos yeah, I haven't been out OUT in a pretty long time. I think I want Adam to take me out once he books out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, getting our survey pay tmr, I know I won't get much cash but it should last me for the moment. Everyone's broke to the maximus, omgwtfbbq! I shall consider that job at Ion Orchard. Ugh. =/ No choice right. I want new clothesssss &amp;amp; that jacket jacket jacket :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K I'm feeling extremely tired now, I shall head in. Its Friday! And my boyfriend's booking out tmr, I cannot wait to see him! :) Hehe. Goodnight world. Till then, keep well. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-1712785084003395224?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/1712785084003395224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-today-was-awesome-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1712785084003395224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1712785084003395224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-today-was-awesome-day.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrJhH8ViRfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vro3gainfmE/s72-c/p69ut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-3585565726284284114</id><published>2009-09-16T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:58:51.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back here to blog yet again :) I'm just feeling extremely bored is all. Currently watching America's Got Talent and surfing the internet haha. So yeah, as I was surfing the internet, I came across this picture which made me laugh out loud, my goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrD470YRWkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/DdkJjB1fObY/s1600-h/skipping-rape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrD470YRWkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/DdkJjB1fObY/s320/skipping-rape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382075261264157250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA skipping rape. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I found this translator thingamajig, in which I tried translating English into Japanese at first. After I got the Japanese words, I copied the words and copied it back into the "Translate" box. I then changed the options to Japanese to English. The results I got were hilariously hilarious! Okok, let me show you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrD71kTioAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/dMWW7mOT3gI/s1600-h/translate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrD71kTioAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/dMWW7mOT3gI/s320/translate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382078452405018626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrD71kTioAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/dMWW7mOT3gI/s1600-h/translate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see I typed Please do not speak too loudly in the bottom box, and I got some Japanese words right there. If you can't see it, click on the picture. Kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrD777_PMTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_UJMUxiaD-c/s1600-h/translate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrD777_PMTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_UJMUxiaD-c/s320/translate2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382078561841525042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I copied whatever was given to me, back in the bottom box and I got retarded English words. It doesn't even make any sense! My goodness it set me laughing. Ok everyone, go have fun! Go play play play till you can't stop laughing! :) Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excited for tmr. Town with the girlies! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K then, off I go. Byeeeeeee.&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/8737058728438082658-3585565726284284114?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/3585565726284284114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-here-to-blog-yet-again-im-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3585565726284284114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3585565726284284114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-here-to-blog-yet-again-im-just.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrD470YRWkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/DdkJjB1fObY/s72-c/skipping-rape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-1577461288878473355</id><published>2009-09-16T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:11:56.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/IMG_6086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/IMG_6086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm finally blogging. Mas should be a happy kid right now I think haha kidding :) I haven't been updating frequently. Since what, last week? Don't mean to keep anyone waiting, so yeah la, cut the crap &amp;amp; get down to business. Oh whatever. *rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Army boys have already POP-ed! :) They had a one week block leave so I was practically with Adam for the entire week they were out of camp. Plus meeting the other army boys too. And Desebelle Huang is happily attached la, I know right! During this time span of 1 week, we've had Shrike company bbq @ East Coast, where Des &amp;amp; PW got soooo drunk, PW was acting so funny the entire night :) Eric, Des &amp;amp; Adam slept over at my house to catch some sleep then it was off to watching G-Force at J8. I think Max (my guinea pig) is a secret agent too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of my parents and Adam's mom think that we're spending too much time with each other. My dad complains a hell lot but he just chooses not to kp me in my face. While Adam's mom chooses to speak through his sister. Dammit, actually I do think we spend way too much time tgt. But hell, this is to make up for time lost while he was in camp, no? He's already back in camp, so I'll have to stay home. No one should be complaining about that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went back to school on Monday, yes because I flunked my FPATH paper. How fucked up, I know. But it was ok I guess. I mean she gave us an hour free and easy, to go get answers to the questions she gave us to practice, then come back at the next hour to go through answers. Fine, I was rotting right there but after everything, I headed down to look for Adam @ his family's late lunch sushi buffet at YCK. Then down to Redhill to watch a basketball match between Adam's sergeants and privates. But duh, we came down when it was already over cos the lunch thing ended very late. Had dinner then off to Safra to watch em play pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be taking my supp paper next Tuesday. Nervous much! =/ But ok la, I shall perservere! Cos yeah, I can't afford to re-take the entire subject in the next semester. Study study study, its all work &amp;amp; no play for me. :( Meeting the girls tmr at town cos Des wants us to accompany her for her tattoo consultation. Yay its been long since I last saw Mas! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, think this is it. Super excited for Saturday, aren't you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodlesssssssss. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrCrfa94BnI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bBX5THGZwZ0/s1600-h/DSC06191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SrCrfa94BnI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bBX5THGZwZ0/s320/DSC06191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381990111010883186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you keebee cakes! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-1577461288878473355?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/1577461288878473355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-im-finally-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1577461288878473355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1577461288878473355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-im-finally-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/th_IMG_6086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-1962526650162127945</id><published>2009-09-09T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:45:56.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaFls861rI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vh0c_Qh5728/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaFls861rI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vh0c_Qh5728/s320/download.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379133687708964530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaFls861rI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vh0c_Qh5728/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, what a cute picture right. Look at Rachel's faceeeeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fucking internet's pissing the shit out of me for the moment. It keeps connecting and disconnecting like every few seconds its damn hard for me to surf the fucking internet, damn shit. Ugh. I'm just gna go offline once I'm done with this entry. Bloody hell whats wrong laaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, its POP for the army boys in like what, 17 hours' time! :) I'm very excited and I know Des is feeling very excited too :) Meeting Des at 4 at Yew Tee tmr, we're gna be the early birds tmr, hehe! Maybe we'll go buy some things for our army boys first before heading to his camp. She must rmb the tickets or we can just camp outside till POP is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Mas and Des yesterday at the airport for lunch. Its like how far from my house, I know right. Plus we only met for like an hour plus then headed home. =/ Rather pathetic. We sat awhile at Macs, ate, talked about things then went for a smoke before taking buses home. :( We need to meet up more often, and for longer periods of time pleaseeeeee. Together with Fadz, of course! I miss the girls so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated my dad's birthday after meeting up with the girls. Had sushi at Amg Mo Kio, proceeded to buy my brother's new (fuck, damn) phone then headed home to cut cake. Picturesssss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJ0slfPTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HGLLbV-f1fI/s1600-h/DSCF0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJ0slfPTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HGLLbV-f1fI/s320/DSCF0238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379138343355235634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJ0slfPTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HGLLbV-f1fI/s1600-h/DSCF0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJ0NCCtRI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4LSGHaXLrAk/s1600-h/DSCF0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJ0NCCtRI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4LSGHaXLrAk/s320/DSCF0237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379138334885066002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJ0NCCtRI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4LSGHaXLrAk/s1600-h/DSCF0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJzn3kKWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Ukh-UL3IUu8/s1600-h/DSCF0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJzn3kKWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Ukh-UL3IUu8/s320/DSCF0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379138324909009250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJzn3kKWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Ukh-UL3IUu8/s1600-h/DSCF0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJzBoEr5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6WTG_RoZ-CQ/s1600-h/DSCF0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJzBoEr5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6WTG_RoZ-CQ/s320/DSCF0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379138314643484562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJzBoEr5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6WTG_RoZ-CQ/s1600-h/DSCF0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJykDJjfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/llVF33THYKc/s1600-h/DSCF0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaJykDJjfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/llVF33THYKc/s320/DSCF0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379138306703986162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, my best friend's attached! So happy for you la babeeee. :) Even though I don't know him at all, but yeah ok, stay happy la babe! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie dokes! I'm done here. I just resetted my internet connection, seems to be working fine now. Right then, gna surf a little bit more before i go off. Toodles everyone! Pictures, I promise, will be up tmr &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-1962526650162127945?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/1962526650162127945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-what-cute-picture-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1962526650162127945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1962526650162127945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-what-cute-picture-right.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqaFls861rI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vh0c_Qh5728/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-1159519322355605813</id><published>2009-09-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:41:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/funny%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i562.photobucket.com/albums/ss70/mango-star/Inspirational/inspirationvisualtextwordsdesignfee.jpg" border="0" alt="Happier Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it I think Blogger only works on Google Chrome. It doesn't seem to work on Internet Explorer or Mozilla. I'm using Safari now, its not appearing right either. How irritating. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway! I'm at Adam's house, waiting for him to wake up. How annoying is that right. I know. I've been here since like what, 3 something. I've actually slacked 4 hours waiting for him to bloody hell wake up. :@ I'm getting quite impatient already. So after doing this blog post, I'm gna go wake him up from his deep sleep. Hmph. We were supp to watch a movie today, and I still want it to happen and it shall. Dance flick pleaseee :) Des and Peiwen alr caught it and they're watching G force today. Not fair right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is coming pretty soon and I'm really excited &amp; looking forward to everything, really. POP POP POP. How awesome! :) Gotta get the camera prepared and charged. Haha. Shut up Rozand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit his mom keeps making me think Adam's awake. She's walking here and there and yeah since I'm not facing the door I can't see whats going on outside. So each time she walks past I'll think he's awake or something haha nvm, he will be awake soon :) I just hope his mom won't be lying on the bed next to him if not it'll just be really awkward. =/ no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, I suppose his mom's in bed already! Dammit. what should I do now. Ugh. Adam please wake up like now. I really have nothing to do at all. Ugh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbyeeeee everyone &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-1159519322355605813?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/1159519322355605813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-get-it-i-think-blogger-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1159519322355605813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1159519322355605813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-get-it-i-think-blogger-only.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i562.photobucket.com/albums/ss70/mango-star/Inspirational/th_inspirationvisualtextwordsdesignfee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-9197187864253305474</id><published>2009-09-05T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:18:44.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqE7WjOXPHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/u9GzF3DMHsQ/s1600-h/ROZAND+%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqE7WjOXPHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/u9GzF3DMHsQ/s320/ROZAND+%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377644688655727730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I'm actually rotting my days away. :( I actually signed up for a job in This Fashion. Yes, I know. This Fashion is like wtf? But I don't give a shit. As long as it pays, right? Not sure if she's gna call me tho. Cos apparently she was 'interviewing' me in chinese and it was fucking difficult for me to have a conversation with her. You know, half chinese half english kinda reply? So embarrassing HAHA! But yeah, hopefully they'll just employ me cos I'm very desperate! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the army boys managed to book out yesterday. Just for a few hours but it was better than nothing :) Went out with Rene earlier in the day to apply for jobs. I bought false eyelashes just for the fun of it then walked ard a little bit more. Afterwhich, went home to slack for awhile then left to Jurong East, fucking long journey, thanks. Plus I didn't manage to get a seat at all. Met Des and Peiwen in the train heading towards Boon Lay. Met the army boys, had dinner, walked ard aimlessly. Jurong Point may be huge but srsly, there's nothing much to see at all. =/ Headed to Yew Tee, headed off to a random block to smoke. Walked to their camp and sent them in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're currently having their route march now at East Coast park. So Adam won't be able to call me tonight. Des and I are both looking forward to tmr. So excited. :) Really cannot wait laaaaaaaaaa. HAHA. Winder what we're all gna do tmr. Ohwells! I'll be seeing Baby Andrea tmr, I cannot wait. I'll get to see her flip, like finally :) So cute la she's 4 months old already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I came across this picture today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqE9bIIE0oI/AAAAAAAAAf4/G6ZfTS3b97k/s1600-h/manicure-set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqE9bIIE0oI/AAAAAAAAAf4/G6ZfTS3b97k/s320/manicure-set.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646966304199298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF right? Hahaha. Manicure set. -.- I'm sure those tools help me remove under-nail dirt efficiently :) Right then, off I go! Toodlesssssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still dislike that plum nose black fuck. Kthxbai. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-9197187864253305474?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/9197187864253305474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-im-actually-rotting-my-days-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/9197187864253305474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/9197187864253305474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-im-actually-rotting-my-days-away.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SqE7WjOXPHI/AAAAAAAAAfw/u9GzF3DMHsQ/s72-c/ROZAND+%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7664373326596706561</id><published>2009-09-02T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:45:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sp5K7yJQVVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/DKNfU6q6Ero/s1600-h/drm0008redM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sp5K7yJQVVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/DKNfU6q6Ero/s320/drm0008redM1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376817396060280146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please buy me Dr. Martens Pascal 8 boots (Made in Colour) pleaseeeeeee. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to update yesterday, oops. But ok, here i am updating now. :) I've got the picture that we took on Monday, together with Ms Gan. The best Math teacher any student can have, no shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sp5Lqaf84XI/AAAAAAAAAfo/-rBqVAhavdc/s1600-h/IMG_1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sp5Lqaf84XI/AAAAAAAAAfo/-rBqVAhavdc/s320/IMG_1993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376818197166874994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute la, I know. Ms Gan can totally blend in as one of us. HAHA! Plus Rene &amp;amp; I like her toes. Its not some weird fetish, no it isn't. But they're so small and cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesterday, I had Macs breakfast with Rene, after a bloody long time. :) Heartland Mall is getting to boring for me already please. But I'm thinking of getting a job there, since no one ever goes there actually. I just need the money, I don't give a shit abt what I'm gna do. So Rene will be accompanying me tmr :) *crosses fingers!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder where everyone went. Des! Where in the world have you been? You never msg me anymore :( Plus now that you can't come online, it makes everything worse laaaaa. Plus Mas, you haven't been coming online! We totally need to webcam soon, and I need to hear your stories about You-know-who! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, Adam's having his SOC today I hope it goes well. And to everyone studying for EOYs, all the best much! :) I love all of you. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gna hit the showers now. Have dinner &amp;amp; catch Singapore Idol. Gosh, I really do not have a life. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7664373326596706561?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7664373326596706561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-please-buy-me-dr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7664373326596706561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7664373326596706561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-please-buy-me-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sp5K7yJQVVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/DKNfU6q6Ero/s72-c/drm0008redM1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5580455795374222268</id><published>2009-08-31T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:13:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Spvt4Zz3GAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0vWg6uSHdYs/s1600-h/DSCF0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Spvt4Zz3GAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0vWg6uSHdYs/s320/DSCF0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376152133453682690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone, haven't been updating. So here I am now, plus Des wants to read my blog so yup, I shall update now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekends have been awesome (yes, I'm saying this again) but really, it was! Saturday was supp to go fetch the army boys with Des but we all overslept and ended up waking up so late. So I met Adam at his house, slacked there for awhile. Waited for AhTat and Kaymond to reach Adam's house before we took a bus to Far East. Had dinner at Lido, then went to watch Final Destination. Which I think sucks. =/ I mean it was gruesome and all but the ending was so abrupt? I was like WTF, like that only? -.- Then took many pictures together. I mean, just the guys, everyone was pretty gay actually. Then headed down to Parklane cos the guys went to play lan. Left at around 3plus to Adam's house :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we actually wanted to wake up late but my mom told me that my cousin was getting baptised today, so Adam and I rushed down to witness her baptism. :) Afterwhich, we headed off to Hougang Mall to have a late lunch. Had awesome Tim Sum then went to get Adam some army stuff before heading to his house to get ready to book in. I hate it whenever he has to book in :( Had to do up a board for one of his sirs then we left to Yew Tee Point to meet Des and Eric. Rushed to their camp but we couldn't send them all the way in bcos they were running late. :( Walked to the MRT with Des, headed home. It was a long ride back, tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, we headed back to our Secondary school :) It was Teachers' Day celebrations and Stacy, Rachel, Rene &amp;amp; I headed back to see our ex teachers. It was so nice to see them again, caught up a little with them :) I actually miss school, so we walked ard trying to find our classes haha and I miss having to pay 50cents for a cup of drink? At least we could still find our way ard school, I mean its only been 2 years. Gosh, I feel old. But thx Santine for informing me abt everything k! I saw Sera today! Its been such a long time since I last saw her. She's so pretty now! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up Your (fucking) Service workshop tmr, for 7 hours. Like wtf right? Everyone forgot about it pls. Des can't go cos she's working, Mas has plans, Fadz has plans, I have plans. So we're all not going :) Ok thank you. HAHA. So I'll be having breakfast with Rene tmr morning, yay. Its been so long since we last did that la. =/ So hopefully I'll be able to wake up tmr, cos honestly, I'm feeling extremely tired. Slept late last night, plus I took a nap just now but I still feel rather tired actually. Guess now's a good time to catch up on my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goodness I can't wait for the 9th! So bloody excited pls. :) Its coming really soon! POP POP POP, hehe. I just can't wait for Saturday, they'll be booking out. So happy chappy :) Sorry. Its just what keeps me going on, actually. I love you baby. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, I shall do something else now. I don't know why I can't seem to upload pictures onto Photobucket. I can only upload one, plus all the pictures are actually in my Facebook. So yeah, I shall head off now. Toodles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Spv2Q4409QI/AAAAAAAAAfY/PTAe55orKho/s1600-h/DSC06148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Spv2Q4409QI/AAAAAAAAAfY/PTAe55orKho/s320/DSC06148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376161350205895938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear Adam looks hot here HAHAHA oops. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5580455795374222268?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5580455795374222268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-everyone-havent-been-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5580455795374222268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5580455795374222268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-everyone-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Spvt4Zz3GAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0vWg6uSHdYs/s72-c/DSCF0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-623116763611450212</id><published>2009-08-28T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:22:43.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Spef9cNq-YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ldstvZVtypo/s1600-h/mas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Spef9cNq-YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ldstvZVtypo/s320/mas3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374940558184348034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello good morning everyone. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling goooooood, the exams are officially over, which also means school's out! How awesome right, I know! :) And because exams are over, it also means the weekend's here! Which also means that Adam will be booking out, yipee! :) I am so damn excited pleaseeeee. Des is buying our tickets for tmr's show soon, I hope. I don't know where she is now. But thats ok, at least we'll get to see the army boys tmr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How excited I'm looking forward to everything. Just 1 thing tho, what the fuck am I gna do for one and a half months? Heh. Fine, I'll go look for a job since I have nothing to do =/ My mom's pushing me to get a damn job, its quite irritating cos she's like more enthusiastic than me? Ok, not exactly enthusiastic, how about she doesn't wanna fund me anymore. :( Plus I need extra money to go shopping HAHA. Wow, I haven't done that in a damn long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so very sleepy right now. Lack of sleep. It seems like this exams have drained me alot, as compared to previous exams? I've never actually studied this hard before in my life. Don't talk abt O levels and shit, thats a different story. But yeah, wow. Actually I wouldn't call it studying la, its more like attempting to squeeze things I've learnt in 3 months into my brains in 4 hours. :) Does that make any sense? Yeah ok I think so. I just hope I won't have to take any supp papers? Omg I am praying damn hard. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think we'll be going down to Yew Tee tmr to fetch the smelly army boys. :) I am very excited, I know I've probably said this a million times, sorry I can't help it. Try having not to see your best friend for an entire week. Its very hard you know. For the record, I am NOT obsessed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I think I shall go take a nap. Gotta catch up with my sleep for the time being. So toodles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-623116763611450212?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/623116763611450212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-good-morning-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/623116763611450212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/623116763611450212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-good-morning-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Spef9cNq-YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ldstvZVtypo/s72-c/mas3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4232376783909747446</id><published>2009-08-27T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:29:25.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SpZdwPjaZQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lVTKBJfmvSs/s1600-h/DSC05143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374586288703431938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SpZdwPjaZQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lVTKBJfmvSs/s320/DSC05143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was out with the girls today at the airport. Apparently I thought I was gna be the last to reach cos I missed my bus, which was like at 11.30 when we were supp to be there at 12. And also bcos I lived the furthest from the airport, naturally I'd obviously be damn late right. But guess what? I was second HAHA! Mas, I told you not to speak too soon! :) I pwn you, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying session there was totally un-fruitful. I zoned out like half an hour into studying. Thanks to the weather actually. It suddenly poured, and it was soooo cold, I really wanted to sleep there and then. But at least I learnt things today, thanks la Mas! :) Good teacher HAHA. So we left early cos Des &amp;amp; I didn't bring our tutorial questions with us. I guess they're all busy studying right now. I'll bet I reached home the latest too. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I swear I hate PUO. Just feeling very nervous for the paper tmr. I really want to pass but at the same time I totally have no confidence in myself. :( So many things I wish for la, really. I wouldn't want to get some nervous breakdown or just totally get a blank mind when I open my question paper. And please, my dear calculator, please don't die on me. (Yeah, every nerds' fear, eh Mas?) Please please please let me survive my paper, plus I wouldn't want to walk out of the exam room feeling shitty, which I think I would. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the ranting. I tend to talk shit when I'm nervous. I just can't wait for tmr to be over. Many good things are coming my way once PUO is over and done with :) I'll be heading to Adam's house again to keep his sister company, go shopping :) Then on Saturday, the army boys are booking out! It'll be their last bookout before their POP (Omg, I'm so excited for that day!) and we'll be watching Final Destination. Ok, I know la I've repeated this shit like many times in all my previous posts but I'm feeling extremely excited pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should probably head off to study now. Gna print all my tutorial questions and redo them. I hope I'll be able to do them or I swear I might as well skip the paper tmr. Pffft. Sorry I know I shouldn't be putting myself down like this. So ok, go go go Rozand! PUO is easy shit. Yeah, as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, keep well everyoneeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4232376783909747446?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4232376783909747446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-was-out-with-girls-today-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4232376783909747446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4232376783909747446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-was-out-with-girls-today-at.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SpZdwPjaZQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lVTKBJfmvSs/s72-c/DSC05143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2619277713570599184</id><published>2009-08-25T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:33:28.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/6h8e2xv.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Adam, I can't wait for Saturday! :) Final Destination pretty pleaseeee. But I'm not sure about the rating tho, let's hope we all can make it in! Haha funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, my dad's irritating the shit out of me. I swear he's acting like a woman. Very irritating indeed. He's claiming I'm wasting electricity blahblah fuck the shit you're saying. And then he's like, sometimes I wonder if having children is a blessing or not. WTF? I swear he's like having some man version of menopausse or something. I'm just very uninterested to talk or even look at him. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to concentrate on watching CSI now. Can't miss anything, its getting very exciting. :) And I wonder where Des and Mas are! They're not online tonight :( I feel so alone. Blahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, our FPATH paper today was fucked up. :( I'm just really hoping really hard that I'll be able to pass the paper! I have really very low confidence about it tho. :( Plus PUO is on Friday, its gna be even worse for sure :( How to study everything in 2 days! But I believe I'll be able to do it, heh. Just gotta put in everything that I got. Study tmr Rozand! :) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go grab a shower after this show. I feel so sticky, the weather's been very cranky lately. It was so damn hot today haha ok I have nothing else to say already. Goodnight everyone. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2619277713570599184?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2619277713570599184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-adam-i-cant-wait-for-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2619277713570599184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2619277713570599184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-adam-i-cant-wait-for-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/th_6h8e2xv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7687924981876602682</id><published>2009-08-25T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:14:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WARNING: IF YOU DON'T LIKE FUCKFACES, PLEASE DO NOT CARRY ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people have been saying that they can't seem to see the fuckface's face in the group picture there in the previous post. So here it is. :) I've covered other people's faces in pictures, srsly why are they in the same picture anyway? How disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go easy on the eyes first, then slowly move on to the ugliest ones. Plastic bags ready?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/deleteable/?action=view&amp;current=5051_91254207685_632167685_2072285_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/deleteable/th_5051_91254207685_632167685_2072285_.jpg" border="0" alt="fashion crime" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/deleteable/?action=view&amp;current=4786_119331965545_556820545_3319327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/deleteable/th_4786_119331965545_556820545_3319327.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/deleteable/?action=view&amp;current=slut-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/deleteable/th_slut-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I know right! Whats up with the disgusting outfit?&lt;br /&gt;2. Like some Filipino maid trying to be sexy. Yucks. CMI!&lt;br /&gt;3. And this I had to take off their faces. I swear I can throw up la, when I see this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya'll can click on the pictures and see her up close. Sorry if you get nightmares. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, a clearer view of the fuckface slut. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm still warning you Pennyanne, don't you dare lay your filthy maid-ish fingers on my boyfriend. Life wouldn't be so beautiful if you mess with me. :) Just leave us alone, its not like you'll die without Adam right. You just didn't have any right there. Fucking slut. I'm just so sorry that you look like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7687924981876602682?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7687924981876602682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/warning-if-you-dont-like-fuckfaces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7687924981876602682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7687924981876602682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/warning-if-you-dont-like-fuckfaces.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/deleteable/th_5051_91254207685_632167685_2072285_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-8863423723270437336</id><published>2009-08-24T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:50:16.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SpIxp-yaVaI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fczPjJMjfKQ/s1600-h/5653_149616056037_832066037_3450365_3563997_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SpIxp-yaVaI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fczPjJMjfKQ/s320/5653_149616056037_832066037_3450365_3563997_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373411902705259938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the weekends have been pretty awesome :) Despite the fact that the army boys only got to book out for 1 and a half days, we still had fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On saturday Des came over to my house before going down to Bishan to wait for Adam, but as usual, he was taking his time and in the end we had to go down to his house to help out with some chores. Clearly Des just sat down to watch tv HAHA! Then we left to Longhouse for dinner. The guys ordered themselves a $12 dinner! -.- There was so much food, and the guys obviously were too ambitious when it came to their hunger cos they couldn't finish everything. Afterwhich, went to Downtime to watch them play L4D while Des &amp;amp; I sat outside talking. There was this mad chinese man who said hi to us? Headed to Prata House for drinks then everyone went home, and yeah Adam made me stay over. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was a very fucked up day, I swear. Rushed over to my house after Adam got dressed, cabbed over to Bukit Batok to meet KY and Ah Tat. Waited for the couple to reach, then we walked over to some club for Adam's church anniversary lunch. Obviously we were extremely late so it was quite embarrassing to walk in. Its been pretty long since I last saw everyone. And yeah, I was looking out for the maid in the crowd but I couldn't seem to find her till after almost an hour later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was fine, we left frequently for smoke and toilet breaks. Then there were games and all. But the highlight of the day wasn't the performances by the kids but after the entire party. We were all standing ard taking pictures with other people when the fucking SLUTFACEBITCH came up to Adam to ask him to take a picture with her. IN MY FACE. Like wtf, thick skinned or what! And might I add, she looked like a fucking abominable snowman, trying to act like an angel wearing all white. Disgusting shit made me want to vomit all my food on her dress. Then there was this commotion la, everyone pushing Adam to take a pic with her since she's his FRIEND. I was really pissed. Fucking bitch trying to step on my toes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SpI1UbFMp4I/AAAAAAAAAew/r3H8ZxyxR8Y/s320/5616_148827415545_556820545_3865080_4926732_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373415930389636994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There she is right there. FUCKING SLUT. It ruined everyone's mood after that event la. It made Adam angry with me, made me get very angry, then there was this tension going on. But yeah, thankfully it went away after awhile. I'm still feeling quite angry actually. Her mouth is so huge I'll bet she can fit her fist into it. FUCKFACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of that now. I'm looking forward to their next bookout :) Which is also their last, because they're all going to POP! How exciting, right Des? HAHA. We'll be watching Final Destination, hopefully! So very excited to see my baby boy. MY BABY BOY YOU UNDERSTAND FUCKING PENNY ANNE SLUTFACEWHORE? I don't share so just stop it with your fake enthusiasm. Its not that I never tried acting friendly towards you, you just chose not to do it back. So what the fuck do you want now? War? I'd be glad to, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SpI3lXI-GWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5ySB4tGczUE/s320/5653_149616061037_832066037_3450366_5704325_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373418420412750178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really like this picture. Ah Tat's 2 new friends HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FPATH paper tmr, so I shall go study now. I hope I'll be able to attempt all questions! *crosses fingers!* HAHA. Till then, keep well everyone. Oh yeah, except you abominable snowman. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-8863423723270437336?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/8863423723270437336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-weekends-have-been-pretty-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8863423723270437336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8863423723270437336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-weekends-have-been-pretty-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SpIxp-yaVaI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fczPjJMjfKQ/s72-c/5653_149616056037_832066037_3450365_3563997_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-976917309099473570</id><published>2009-08-22T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:31:13.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/random/ou62oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/random/ou62oj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/random/ou62oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi. OC paper was fine today, I just really hope that I'll be able to pass this paper =/ So very nervous! Plus what I said last night actually came true. Every question she gave us yestd came out in our exam script. She actually spoonfed us the answers! :S Sadly I didn't really focus on that cos I was reading the notes too. But still, I hope I did ok! *crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm webcamming with Mas now, my webcam buddy and secret lover :) HAHA. And everytime I webcam with her or just chat with her on MSN I'll do a drawing for her. Since OC just ended today, I decided to empty that out from my brains. So I did this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/So7mLTT4EAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/DgHC0UGJI1Q/s320/ochehe.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372484487336169474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all our names right there in the reaction. Outline the synthesis of 2-M-4-D-6-FR-benzene from Benzene. HAHAHA. Yeah there was a question like this today during our paper, which I wasn't sure about. So how abt this'll console me for the moment? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling really tired actually. Spent the entire day @ Adam's house accompanying his sister and Andrea :) Had food from Ah Kok, cheese fries, popcorn chicken and bubble tea. Obviously we couldn't finish everything, too over ambitious! HAHAHA! Oh yeah, while on my way there, it rained extremely heavily! Plus the thunder and lightning were soooo scary! Bloody hell. Plus the strong winds. Thank goodness I was in the bus the entire time la or I would've freaked. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had vegetarian food for dinner. And yeah I was online the whole time, how boring right =S I can't help it sorry. But Baby Andrea's soooo cute! :) As in srsly. Might get to see her tmr, depending on Adam. Totally love the way she laughs and grabs my finger to put into her mouth. So damn cute HAHA :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okok, I think I shall head into bed now. My eyes can't stay open anymore. Plus I can't wait for the sun to rise &amp;amp; all, cos its gna be Saturday (technically its already Saturday) and I know I'll get to see Adam! :) Hehe. Sorry. But if you think I'm obsessed you should totally look at the way my friends behave to their eyecandies. HAHAHAHAHA I'm not mentioning any names ok! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, keep safe. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-976917309099473570?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/976917309099473570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/976917309099473570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/976917309099473570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/random/th_ou62oj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5125273442385534028</id><published>2009-08-20T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:16:14.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/ibm1kg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/ibm1kg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Juliet Simms. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its our Organic Chemistry paper tmr. How fucked up. I'm not really looking forward to this, really. :( So much to study for, I predict I'll be sleeping rather late tonight. As of every night. At least tonight's relatively cooling, unlike last night. So bloody hot I couldn't sleep at all. I only had 4 hours of sleep, how pathetic. And we're all turning up in school looking like zombies, in dire need of sleep! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least its Friday tmr. OMG can you believe it, its Friday tmr! :) Then the next day would be Saturday, how awesome! My baby's gna be booking out. But thats besides the point. What I'm trying to say is that we'll at least get to catch up on our sleep. Sleeping extremely late isn't good for us, yes? HAHA. Mas &amp;amp; I need sleep, badly! Plus I'll be dropping by Adam's house tmr to accompany his sister cos she'll be alone at home tmr. I think I'll go down after school, take a nap, wake up go online, try talk to his sister &amp;amp; play with baby Andrea! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I don't know how long I can keep this "I'm not gna smoke for a week" thing going. =/ I really get the temptation! Tsk. But my throat isn't that good yet, I still have my phlegmy cough, which pretty much sucks. Cos I have to keep coughing to clear my throat. And I reckon its rather irritating. Esp during our paper, when its so quiet then in the background you hear some idiot coughing away, almost every 2 minutes. Dumb shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, enough whining now. Think I shall pack my bag for tmr tonight, so I won't have to waste time tmr morning doing redundant things. Plus I also need to get to school early for temperature taking. I probably need to leave the house by 7.45am. UGH! Hopefully I won't miss any buses tmr. So damn bloody hell nervous. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K then, I shall go now. I plan to keep practicing the questions she gave us just now. I have this feeling some of them will be tested tmr. *crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, keep well! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5125273442385534028?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5125273442385534028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you-juliet-simms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5125273442385534028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5125273442385534028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you-juliet-simms.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/th_ibm1kg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-6219096493582231142</id><published>2009-08-19T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:38:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SowYlikRtYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/79CkVA1J3ek/s1600-h/private_1_5fc12257db20c995e094ce05e28ebc91efd49fd5864028f78b48cdb6512e296el.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SowYlikRtYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/79CkVA1J3ek/s320/private_1_5fc12257db20c995e094ce05e28ebc91efd49fd5864028f78b48cdb6512e296el.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371695488759346562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first ever picture we took together &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lately, my dad's been facing some problems. Initially I felt he was acting like a total woman. But now, as I see him everyday, I start to feel sad for him. He's like living in a state of depression. :( And it isn't nice seeing my dad like this. He suffers everyday. I don't want anything happening to him. He openly says that he loves, I do too but its weird for me to do things like these. Deep in his heart, he knows that I love him too even if I may not show it. He's been getting my mom to accompany him lately, they're actually sleeping now and its still pretty early actually. Please be your normal self again, dad! =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So PLM term test 2 was this morning. I thought I was gna be late for school cos I missed my bus to school, heh. Wanted to leave early but I ended up having some wardrobe malfunction =/ Gahh. But I managed to get to school early, actually. I just hope I didn't screw up my paper. I'd have to at least score 35/50 for this, according to the "bitch". Quite scared? Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus FPATH revision lecture was a total waste of time! :@ I wish I skipped it pls. The 3 of us were listening to music and chewing sweets. Des &amp;amp; I were writing letters. We weren't even listening cos it wasn't even a recap neither were there hints to tell us what to concentrate more on. How stupid. I hope OC revision tmr morning would be a fruitful one. Am I nervous for the paper on Friday? Yes. Without a doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Virgin visit to Tampines 1 yesterday. I know la, quite loserish. :( The last time they went I was MIA. So yeah, it was fine I guess, heh. And today, we were in Tampines to have a late lunch before the guys went to Des's house for a supposed study session. How funny. Surveyed by some insurance agency guy who claimed to be our senior who graduated in year 2003. Hello we were only in Secondary school then -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Adam :( I miss Adam :( He's apparently sick now. I hope he'll get well soon! And that he'll be able to get to go Live Firing tmr. :) He hasn't called me yet though. Maybe he fell asleep already. Plus it really sucks that his battery's dying on him. Which also means he'll get to call/msg me less. :( Hopefully his phone'll last him till Saturday, when he gets to book out. Des will be going with me, I hope! So at least I won't be so bored having to wait alone. Maybe we might even get to walk ard Yew Tee shopping centre HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okok, I think I should get some studying done before tmr. So I won't look so clueless during the revision lecture. :) Goodnight everyone. SIGH! Where is my webcam buddy! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SowcE9VBFXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/wo3Owrb4Jy8/s320/IMG_9485.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371699327053927794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-6219096493582231142?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/6219096493582231142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-ever-picture-we-took-together-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6219096493582231142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6219096493582231142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-ever-picture-we-took-together-3.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SowYlikRtYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/79CkVA1J3ek/s72-c/private_1_5fc12257db20c995e094ce05e28ebc91efd49fd5864028f78b48cdb6512e296el.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4878461074499309889</id><published>2009-08-18T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:25:34.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SomPbEXKrgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aZZYggWCXJE/s1600-h/with+the+army+boys+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SomPbEXKrgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aZZYggWCXJE/s320/with+the+army+boys+144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370981725806177794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A night at Bishan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the weekends have been very awesome indeed :) Had lots of fun with my girls, plus my boyfriend and Eric. Now I'm looking forward to Saturday cos he'll be booking out then, then we might be going for movie marathons! HAHA. Sorry, I know how excited I sound all the time but really, I can't help it! Hope to have more hanging out sessions with everyone pls. Cos I love camera whoring. :) Pictures on my FB would tell you what I did on the weekends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So its study week this week =/ I'm feeling rather stressed. Wednesday we'll be having our PLM test, then this Friday its OC sem exam. =S Wouldn't say I'm very expert in that subject la, so I really need to spend all my time studying. Can't let all these months of suffering just go to waste like that, right? RIGHT. I know it myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally been for church service, after like a million years? It felt a little bit weird to see everyone again. Plus I only had the usuals to hang out with uh. Jill and Mabel, I've not seen them in ages! =/ And its combined service next week, but I have to attend Adam's church lunch thingy. But its ok, Des &amp;amp; Eric will be there to accompany me :) Its nice getting to know new people, despite my character. Antisocial. Heh. But yeah ok, thats just my personal feeling la huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School starts at 1 tmr, so I'm webcamming with my bestfriend, Mas. :) And just watching videos on YouTube. Boring, yeah I know. Had a nap when I came home earlier, so I'm not feeling that tired, YET. Actually who am I kidding. I am tired HAHA. I shall head in once I'm done with my entry. Yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SomR6rDXgPI/AAAAAAAAAeI/yW-iHWzHdbU/s320/mas!.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370984467791315186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Webcam with Mas, and this girl was trying to scare me with the "cover face with hair" look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a good way to waste some time, really. Hopefully Des will hurry download Java! Then the 3 of us can webcam tgt, ooohh so excited! :) Hehh. Alrighty then, I shall head off to bed now. So damn tired. 12pm tmr at school. Damn. Should I really? HAHA kinda lazy. =/ No I must learn NOT to be lazy so yes, I shall be at school at 12 tmr. Unlike Mas, so hardworking, 9am! Tsktsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K then, goodnight world! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, keep safe. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You too Babycakes, get well soon! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4878461074499309889?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4878461074499309889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/night-at-bishan-so-weekends-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4878461074499309889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4878461074499309889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/night-at-bishan-so-weekends-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SomPbEXKrgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aZZYggWCXJE/s72-c/with+the+army+boys+144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-8049078040074584211</id><published>2009-08-14T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:05:15.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SoRFyJbob5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/8TWtQN2T2O0/s1600-h/Picture1-320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SoRFyJbob5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/8TWtQN2T2O0/s320/Picture1-320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369493383560064914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's day this year, wow its been long. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I'm back to blog. I just downloaded Google Chrome and zomg, I swear its awesome? :) No, seriously. Everyone should totally try it! My mozilla and IE were giving me problems, I couldn't upload pictures onto FB, so I decided to download Google Chrome and it actually worked for me. So happy chappy now! :) HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, my last day of MC ends tmr. Yeah, its also a Friday so I get a long weekend eh? But its not all that awesome. Next week marks the start of torture. Revision lectures next week, then on Friday we start our first paper, Organic Chemistry. At least its one paper I can get over and done with quick cos the amount of mechanisms I'd need to memorize? Tsk, killer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam will be booking out on Saturday cos he's got remedial training. Dammit. I'll only get to see him from Saturday till Sunday night. :( How uncool. I didn't manage to send him in the last time cos of my grandma's birthday celebration. So I haven't seen how short his hair looks. I'm hoping its the damn short type and when you rub your hands against his hair, it'll just sort of scratch your palm. I know I'm not exactly making sense here, but the feeling is dam nice I swear! HAHA. Sorry. I am not hair obsessed here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost done with my law report. Feeling rather tired also, tsk. Tmr will be a better day, I hope. Can't wait to have conversations with the army boy HAHA. So yeah, I shall go take a shower then go for a smoke then head in to bed. :) Yeah, so off I go k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight world, toodles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-8049078040074584211?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/8049078040074584211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/valentines-day-this-year-wow-its-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8049078040074584211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8049078040074584211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/valentines-day-this-year-wow-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SoRFyJbob5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/8TWtQN2T2O0/s72-c/Picture1-320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2015879406858495816</id><published>2009-08-10T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:50:15.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SoA_4NGw_-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/cXJjm5iFXKg/s1600-h/DSCF0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SoA_4NGw_-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/cXJjm5iFXKg/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368360990648893410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple date day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past few days have been pretty awesome. :) I finally got to meet Adam! HAHA. But yeah, I had to actually wait 4 hours for him to book out cos they had some rifle inspection. So I was practically rotting outside his camp, sitting and standing. But he finally came out (one of the last few platoons, actually) and we walked to Yew Tee Shopping Centre to have Macs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Adam came over to my house. We met Des, PeiWen, Eric and Kangyong at Marina Square for a triple date HAHA. As usual, we were all late thanks to my boyfriend :) Just slacked at the open space talking, playing Daidi. Then headed to Subway to have dinner. It was such an unlucky day cos I saw people from my past, bastards actually. We actually wanted to watch a movie but there were no seats at all :( So we walked back to the same open area, talked more and smoked. Left ard 12plus, stayed over at Adam's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On National Day, we planned to meet up with Farhan at Marina Square. So I left Adam's house in the late afternoon, went home to bathe and change clothes. Watched part of the parade then left at 7 to Adam's grandma's house to say hi to everyone before taking a cab to Marina. It was extremely crowded and hot, it made walking extremely difficult. It was also a time where it made me want to kill someone. Caught the fireworks :) then tried to find Farhan in the crowd. Afterwhich went to meet Mas &amp;amp; Zam at Popeye's. Ate, slacked ard for abit before heading home, back to Adam's house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was pretty short. I couldn't send Adam into camp cos it clashed with my grandma's birthday celebration. :( I really wanted to send him in plus my mom was making everything worse than it already was. She shouted at me, gave me sarcastic remarks and shit like that. I actually cried in the car. :( And now Adam's back in camp. I wish they gave him more days off. But thats ok, Friday's coming sooooooonnn! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I feel extremely queasy right now. Plus my throat's killing me. OMG. I don't want to die. I think I shall head in now. I don't feel very good. Goodnight world. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2015879406858495816?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2015879406858495816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/triple-date-day-so-past-few-days-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2015879406858495816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2015879406858495816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/triple-date-day-so-past-few-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SoA_4NGw_-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/cXJjm5iFXKg/s72-c/DSCF0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4025739268956735762</id><published>2009-08-07T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:22:51.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 403px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/69.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its Friday! :) Can you feel my excitement? Heh. My baby's gna be booking out extremely soon :) I got a surprise call from him just now in the evening. He used his platoon commander's phone to call me. I was pretty shocked to hear his voice HAHA sorry. Just feeling really really very excited and happy, Friday's finally here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Mas and I are watching criminal minds now on Channel 5. She has to be in school at 9 tmr bcos her group members want to have some rehearsal for their presentation. Speaking of tmr, we'll be having a total waste time workshop tmr for 2 hours. Yucks. What a waste of time, no? Yeah totally. Kinda dread it. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to continue watching Criminal Minds now. Then head to bed after the show. Its getting very very interesting! HAHA. K then, off I go. Byeee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4025739268956735762?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4025739268956735762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-its-friday-can-you-feel-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4025739268956735762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4025739268956735762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-its-friday-can-you-feel-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/th_69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2896417635353402717</id><published>2009-08-04T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:42:27.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/30shobk.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally love hair like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school has been pretty shitty these past few days. Had tons of tests Monday and Tuesday. :( So upsetting. We had PUO remedial today, did the questions and all. Then at test, the exact questions came out. And the best thing was that I forgot how to do it. I can be such a disappointment at times. :( Seriously. Plus OC wasn't any better. I shall not talk about it, just ruins my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Friday's coming very soon! I cannot wait pleaseeeeee :) Hehhh. Going to fetch him from camp since I don't have much of a life. I have been going home everyday after school, and then I come online just to stay on Facebook. Am I repeating myself? Sorry if I am. I feel rather dead now. And I'm tired too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the days would be pretty slack for me, I think. Just really looking forward to Friday! Can't wait to hear his voice, blahblahblah, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then, think I should stop. Got CSAS to do. Totally uncool :(&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;love ya'll. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2896417635353402717?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2896417635353402717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/totally-love-hair-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2896417635353402717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2896417635353402717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/totally-love-hair-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/th_30shobk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7811263276227627101</id><published>2009-08-02T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:39:52.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/random/kjkhjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 544px; height: 409px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/random/kjkhjk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you today, just to hear you say, you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you the things I've seen&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you to where I've been&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. 6 more days till Adam books out. Plus I can't even talk to him bcos he's in Tekong &amp;amp; he can't bring his phone with him :( How depressing is that pls. No one to talk to. Such a lonely soul I am. :( Hopefully next week will pass by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw, went to do my hair today. Trimmed &amp;amp; highlighted it :) It actually still looks the same as before. Only lighter to me. Wish my hair didn't grow so fast! =/ Then had Macs with my mom &amp;amp; the guy we saw the other day while I was with Rachel &amp;amp; Stacy was there. Apparently my mom thinks he's amusing HAHA bought 2 watches at the Pasar Malam plus Dora the Explorer poker cards, how cool is that! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des wants to see a picture of me, ok fine. Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/225137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 335px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/225137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much of a difference, really. Des, we must webcam! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, its such a hot night tonight :( So not cool. Its Sunday tmr, which means that Monday is approaching, which also means that I'll be having my PLM presentation. Kinda nervous about that cos I really don't know what to say! :( Ugh. Totally uncool. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, Des is telling me to go to bed &amp;amp; I shall since I have nothing to do (except stay on Facebook for the rest of my life) What a loser :( kgoodnight everyone, including you Adam &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7811263276227627101?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7811263276227627101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-called-you-today-just-to-hear-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7811263276227627101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7811263276227627101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-called-you-today-just-to-hear-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/random/th_kjkhjk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-3951556132855163701</id><published>2009-07-29T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:48:31.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sm8r2PiCepI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qQb9Hs82qew/s1600-h/41.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 54px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sm8r2PiCepI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qQb9Hs82qew/s320/41.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363553892103781010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, Blogger is back to its usual self! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today was a fine day. As in really. Except for the fact that I'm totally gna fail my PUO quiz I had earlier on today. =/ Des got the easier questions la, I am utterly depressed :( So very depressed please! Sigh. At least we went for the remedial today, I'm guessing she was pretty glad to see us for the first time in remedial :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently multi tasking right now. Chatting to Mas, blogging here &amp;amp; surveying Adam's brother. Bcos we had some job opportunity today. Survey singles &amp;amp; get paid for each completed one. Its an extremely long survey, I'm actually dying from doing all the questioning! Plus I have to complete 20 survey copies la! :( How to finish by Thursday. I want to dieeeeeee. But for the moolah, I shall persevere! Most prob gna go FLEA! with Mas once we get money. Heh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm so tired of typing already. I shall just complete the one I'm still doing then head into bed. So fucking tired. :( Plus I need to touch up on my CSAS. Oh yeah, &amp;amp; we have PLM meeting after CSAS. Thought I could run home to complete my surveys plus my PLM assignment. See? This is what you get when you procrastinate. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then, back to blog soon. Most prob tmr. Yeahh balls. Goodnight world! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-3951556132855163701?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/3951556132855163701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-blogger-is-back-to-its-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3951556132855163701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3951556132855163701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-blogger-is-back-to-its-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sm8r2PiCepI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qQb9Hs82qew/s72-c/41.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4997944692305988816</id><published>2009-07-27T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:29:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/photoshoot/IMG_3769.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda miss having family photoshoots! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to get a new blogskin, kinda bored of my old one already, haha. Waiting for my dinner to arrive soon. My mom has to head down to Hg Mall to pick up printer ink cos our printer has run out of ink plus I need to do some printing. Thanks to bloody CSAS, taking up so much of my time! :@ Really can't stand it please. Plus we have a PUO quiz tmr, which I totally have no confidence in. Gosh. I hope I'll be able to do some revision before tmr's test. Or at least have her go through some examples during the remedial before the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm FINALLY going for PUO remedial. Proud or what! :) She'll probably have a good day tmr cos we'll be attending her class. We're not even interested in attending her lectures la. But Des &amp; I have been trying to attend. We broke the chain today cos I really had no mood in doing anything. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its extremely cold now. Thanks to the very heavy rain in the late afternoon just now. I wasted so much of my time taking the loop bus bcos I couldn't get down at my stop thanks to the rain. Did I just repeat myself? Heh. But as I was saying. The rain was extremely heavy, plus the winds were veryyyyyy strong. :( Thank goodness I was in the bus or I would've freaked. I'm afraid of strong winds. :( Was msging Des the whole journey home. She was supposed to go jogging with her "Jogging Club" but her life was spared bcos it rained HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, gotta bounce. Des is pestering me to start on my CSAS. Ugh, kinda dreading it pls. =/ Boringzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Kbyeeeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4997944692305988816?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4997944692305988816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/kinda-miss-having-family-photoshoots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4997944692305988816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4997944692305988816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/kinda-miss-having-family-photoshoots.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/photoshoot/th_IMG_3769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5094001292625601778</id><published>2009-07-26T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:55:33.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/th_Image022.jpg" border="0" alt="baby andrea!" &gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't baby Andrea just soooo cute? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Adam's in camp now :( He'll be inside for 2 weeks, 2 weeks not seeing him, how sad. Sighh :( Just hope 2 weeks will hurry by, so that I'll be able to see my baby again! And hopefully Des will be following me to fetch him during book out! You must come ok babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll be having FPATH tmr. I hope not cos I need to rush home. Don't really feel like staying out cos I think time passes real slow when I'm outside. Ok I know, weird. But I'd rather be at home, to be honest. :) Pet Society is so fun now. Des keeps saying I have no life cos I got nothing better to do except play Pet Society when I'm online. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually feeling rather irritated now. If YOU talk to me on MSN, &amp; if I don't reply you. What would you take it as? Ok, how about if you wait hours for my reply, you see my status is set to 'Online'. Won't you get the slightest hint that I wouldn't want to talk to you? I haven't been replying to your incessant 'Hello's for days, maybe months. But each time I get your stupid redundant PM, I just get so bloody irritated. What, you don't have common sense? Look, I don't want to end up blocking you. Its just such a stupid thing to do. Just leave me alone. You know what that means yes? I don't suppose you're that stupid. So stop acting like a friend, I don't want you to do such a thing. I don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am tmr morning. I hope the highway wouldn't be jammed like the previous 2 days while on my way to school. I had to cab to school the other day bcos there was a terrible jam (thanks to 2 bloody cars). Nvm, I will make it a point to leave earlier than my usual. My dad keeps nagging at me to leave early. I guess he has a point HAHA omg I sound so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIRLI POH! WHY AREN'T YOU ONLINE! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU. MEET UP SOOOOOOOONNNNNNN LEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH! :)&lt;br /&gt;And Rene too pleaseeee. Let's go have Macs haha! Seaweed shaker fries are awesome blossomzxzx! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, I'm feeling rather tired. Hopefully tmr won't be such a busy day. I've got many assignments to complete. =/ CSAS really is such a waste of time, I swear. Its not even an examinable subject but we have to do so much work on it. Gosh. Can't wait for 2 weeks later! Adam's gna get 4 days off then we can go out. :) He recently bought me a new wallet and a purple Pony! :) I love you Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, toodles! Goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;Till then &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5094001292625601778?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5094001292625601778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/isnt-baby-andrea-just-soooo-cute-and-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5094001292625601778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5094001292625601778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/isnt-baby-andrea-just-soooo-cute-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-1560471995633637715</id><published>2009-07-24T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:57:51.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii201/sk8ergirl_016/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="balloons Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the posting page is still rather screwed up. :( So disappointed. Or is it not compatible with Mozilla? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway! I'm watching Dora the Explorer now, because I'm extremely bored. Mas is in the shower now so I'm gna wait for her to be done, then I'll have something to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The both of us have been taking these really lame quizzes. Like, find our who your crushes are, who you're gna marry.. blahblah. And we keep getting this same person in all our results. Which is extremely irritating. Oh and totally gross! :@ Its damn gross. Apparently we're both destined to marry him, which is totally disgusting! Who wants to marry a BOB? Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's booking out tmr, totally can't wait! :) Guess I'll be meeting him only at his house since he'll be booking out so early tmr morning! =/ doubt i can wake up in time to make it there at 10am. Plus I heard Baby Andrea's sick! I shall go visit her tmr, haven't seen her in a pretty long time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Serene &amp;amp; Sera today &amp;amp; I just realized how much I miss them! =/ I miss you LLS, I miss you Stunner! Can't wait to meet up with you guys during the holidays! Its been such a long time since I've last seen ya'll. Hope you 2 are doing ok, even tho you've both complained to me about your friends. It'll pass, don't worry loves. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that I'm done with this, I'm off to watch Doraaaaa &amp;amp; the 3 little pigs. Yipee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodlesssssss. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-1560471995633637715?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/1560471995633637715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/seems-like-posting-page-is-still-rather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1560471995633637715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1560471995633637715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/seems-like-posting-page-is-still-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7870150864764924704</id><published>2009-07-23T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:23:53.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't get it, blogger sucks. My layout is screwed, I find it hard to type anything. I'm feeling so irritated now. Off to study PLM, I promise I'll be back. Once Blogger decides to behave and turn out nice again. Goodnight everyone. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7870150864764924704?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7870150864764924704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-get-it-blogger-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7870150864764924704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7870150864764924704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-get-it-blogger-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7821609886395959361</id><published>2009-07-14T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:40:25.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/2a5ykk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 390px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/2a5ykk3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair like this pretty please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been quite awhile since I last updated. I'm feeling extremely tired of school. =/ And I need to sleep very badly. I guess its the late nights and early mornings. But whats new right, I'm always saying the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Adam's in camp, but he hasn't called me till now. So I suppose he fell asleep without calling me. Ugh. But thats ok, I don't blame him. Down with fever for the last few days, plus flu and cough. I hope he's already recovered or camp would be a bitch, really. Hope he calls me tmr morning! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its breaking news to my mom tmr. I'm kinda nervous! Des's mom didn't even say much when she told her la, totally unfair. Ugh! I hope my mom would react the same way her mom did la. Don't wanna get into so much trouble. Its just PUO thats extremely boring, I reckon. :( Speaking of PUO, today's test was a total screw up. So Des &amp;amp; I went to smoke straight after the test. So irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I should head in now. Watching CSI halfway but I shouldn't be watching, I know. K then, off I go. Goodnight world! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7821609886395959361?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7821609886395959361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/hair-like-this-pretty-please-been-quite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7821609886395959361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7821609886395959361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/hair-like-this-pretty-please-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/hairspiration/th_2a5ykk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4296458344098275385</id><published>2009-07-07T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:51:36.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SlNreuq-wjI/AAAAAAAAAdg/x6Ahf9DTEUA/s1600-h/DSCF0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SlNreuq-wjI/AAAAAAAAAdg/x6Ahf9DTEUA/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355742557542203954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the "Unglam" photos I have. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the best of moods right now, I'm feeling extremely discouraged. From school, yes, from school. My results have been very bad as of late and my course manager wants to see my mom to tell her about my situation. Seriously I don't see the need in meeting my mom to tell her anything. Its not like as if my mom is gna help me find some tutor or like she can teach me anything related to my course. I'm not saying my mom's useless but really, the most my mom can do is to get me to study, study and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a kid anymore, I should be able to think for myself, right? My parents can't do much about me once I've chosen to do this or that. So what for call my parents, correct? Maybe she thinks that by doing this I'd be threatened to study more. Like hello? Really, its no use. Total waste of time &amp;amp; money travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my PLM test today, which was very disappointing because I actually had all the answers in my head but when I attempted the paper, everything left me. I actually had some answers right but I just HAD to fucking change them. And now, its a confirm fail. I can already feel it. I know, everyone's telling me not to think so negatively. I'm trying very hard to, really I am. But I only could secure 6 marks for that paper. Out of 16, I'm actually 2 marks short. I can't seem to find any other right answers in my paper. And NO ONE FUCKING FAILS PLM. So why must I be the student who has made that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I shouldn't be whining and complaining but I just needed some place to pour out my thoughts &amp;amp; I thought, why not do it here? Its not like many people are reading this, right? Some people just don't understand how I feel. I'm just glad I have friends who are here to support me, when I'm feeling down. But some? I don't really know what to say about them. By saying that I'm disappointed isn't exactly it. That would just be an understatement HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its PLM interview tmr morning at 9am then OC group meeting at 10am. Then CSAS test at 1pm and PLM tutorial at 3pm. Its gna be a long day tmr. But thats ok, school keeps my mind off things. :) At least for the time being. I shall attempt to speak to Ms Chua after our interview tmr, but I don't really know what to tell her. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then, I'm feeling extremely tired. Gotta head in now, before I totally blank out during our interview tmr. Can't let that happen now, can we? Goodnight world. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4296458344098275385?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4296458344098275385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-unglam-photos-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4296458344098275385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4296458344098275385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-unglam-photos-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SlNreuq-wjI/AAAAAAAAAdg/x6Ahf9DTEUA/s72-c/DSCF0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-1339863904727923958</id><published>2009-07-03T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:08:09.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 619px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/bestfriendz/clique1012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss countdown with Rene pls. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Adam books out today! I'm so very happy, hehe! :) Hopefully he gets to be released on time today. I'm gna go get ready soon, cos Audrey is very bored at home so I guess I shall go over to keep her company and play with baby Andrea :) But I'm sick. My flu's back, its pretty bad. The cough now has phlegm. Gosh, I hope I'll be better. Don't wanna skip anymore days of school, its not very good for me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to 25 Minutes by Michael Learns to Rock. This song reminds me of Adam, and the slut and one of those silly arguments which led to us breaking up. And I remember how sad it made me feel. Even though we remained friends during the 'time out' we actually spent everyday of that together. Was that even counted as a time out? HAHA. I don't know. But till now, I still have thoughts of killing that slut. I know I should just totally let that go, but you know, try as I might, its extremely difficult for me. I know I should trust him too but you never know, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna let this bother me. I'm just looking forward to sunset, and then I'd get to see my baby! :) Most probably gna watch Transformers with him, I really want to! Didn't get to last week cos we were too busy lazing in bed hahah. Gotta go get his torchlight and watch for camp. Lets hope we'll get more time this weekend. The last wasn't very long. Bcos he had to go off with his bunk mates to buy army stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, enough bragging for now. I'll put up pictures, I promise! :)&lt;br /&gt;Not like as if you're interested, but I prefer letting pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-1339863904727923958?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/1339863904727923958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-countdown-with-rene-pls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1339863904727923958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1339863904727923958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-countdown-with-rene-pls.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/bestfriendz/th_clique1012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-3883946450209729573</id><published>2009-06-30T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:59:49.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something's wrong with Blogger, I can't seem to  upload any pictures. Guess this post would have to go picture-less for today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't been to school for the past 2 days, down with fever and a sore throat. =/ no, its not H1N1 (at least, I think) but the doctor didn't say anything, he just told me it was a viral infection. I'm not gna let this worry me, but if my sore throat doesn't subside, I might need to extend my mc. I won't be skipping school tmr, but I'm not sure uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I met Rene for just abit today. Cos I had to go out to find Adam a torchlight for NS &amp;amp; print some pictures for him as well. So I met Rene at 5plus, spent an hour at Heartland Mall then headed home to rest abit. I wanted to get a box of coloured contacts but I swear I wasn't using my head to think cos I thought I could only buy 1 box but I had to actually buy 2 cos both sides are totally different degrees. HAHA gosh. So stupid right! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam had a lousy day today. I can't say I can feel it too, but I guess I sympathize with him. NS life is tough, isn't it? Was talking about it with Rene too. Just can't wait for Friday. Its coming in 2 days, can you feel it? I know I'm the only one who's feeling it la. But thats ok, Imma go fetch him from camp :) I hope he books out on Friday, not Saturday =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its back to school tmr for me, with PUO lab first thing in the morning. :@ I kinda realize its been quite a long time since we last had PUO lab huh. In fact I've only been to 1 session. But not like as if I'm complaining or anything. I could do w/o PUO actually. Whats more Des isn't going to be in school for the next few days till next Monday! :( I'm gna be soooo alone. Mas &amp;amp; Fadz, don't pang sehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough complaining for the day. I must attend school tmr, I MUST attend school tmr, I MUST AND WILL ATTEND SCHOOL TMR.&lt;br /&gt;kgoodnight! I love you babyyyyy &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-3883946450209729573?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/3883946450209729573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/somethings-wrong-with-blogger-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3883946450209729573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3883946450209729573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/somethings-wrong-with-blogger-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7331833505375890172</id><published>2009-06-29T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:07:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SkeUAQVVfYI/AAAAAAAAAco/bOorwnxXBVk/s1600-h/DSCF0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SkeUAQVVfYI/AAAAAAAAAco/bOorwnxXBVk/s320/DSCF0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352409414258490754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its Sunday today, Adam just booked in. :( I miss him already. I couldn't send him in bcos his book in time was at 11pm and i would reach home late if i did. plus I don't know the way home from his camp =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days were awesomeeeeee :) I hope to do something like that again when he books out. I mean, excluding the splurging of money. =/ It was quite terrible, the rate we spent our money, haha. But it was fun, really Went to the crocodile farm, Adam was scared! So we ended up spending 10minutes there only, then headed to my house. I missed staying over at his house, and we did just that last night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was slacking day. Except when we had to leave his house for lunch &amp;amp; meet his bunk mate @ J8. We spent such a short time together, then he left for Jurong to get army stuff for camp later. =/ I can't wait for Friday now. Its so close yet so far. 5 more days, yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a slight fever =/ Hope its nothing serious, ugh. I shall head in now, gotta be up early tmr for school. I mean, thats if I do happen to go. =/ k then, goodnight everyone. Be back to blogggg soon! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7331833505375890172?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7331833505375890172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-its-sunday-today-adam-just-booked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7331833505375890172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7331833505375890172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-its-sunday-today-adam-just-booked.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SkeUAQVVfYI/AAAAAAAAAco/bOorwnxXBVk/s72-c/DSCF0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7005932647238696513</id><published>2009-06-21T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:54:38.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sj5Tk9yElZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fUk1RyQfylY/s1600-h/DSC03120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sj5Tk9yElZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fUk1RyQfylY/s320/DSC03120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349805301887702418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to go &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling of dread in me now. I'm not sure why I'm feeling this way? But maybe bcos:&lt;br /&gt;1. School starts tmr.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish my baby could fetch me frm school just like he always does&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;4. I haven't completed my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;6. 4 more lonely days till I get to see my baby&lt;br /&gt;7. FPATH results are out tmr&lt;br /&gt;8. Oh, and have I mentioned I'm fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe just these few reasons la. :) I dread going back to school, really. Its gna be lessons are lessons, tests after tests, just the routine shizz of school basically. At least some people are still having their holidays, so thatas unfair man! Plus with the Swine Flu worsening here, I have this feeling school will be rather dead tmr. Or maybe not. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FPATH results out tmr, oh and I forgot to mention that school fucking hell ends at 6-fucking-pm tmr. How cool is that? Supposed to end school at 4pm, but bcos of FPATH debrief, we have to sit there for 2 hours. What a total waste of time pls. :@ But I guess we have no choice, I kinda like FPATH actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday I'll have to meet my law group to finish up our report. I actually think this week will pass by pretty fast. Not sure if I'll be having lab lessons this week. Oh, and stupid OC tutorial tmr. I don't really like her lessons. Ultra boring =/ I think we might have PUO lab this week, ugh! Plus her notes are conveniently out on BB alr. Obviously not planning on printing la, photocopy can alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Adam :( Yeah, ya'll can just ignore this part k. But as I was saying, at 1030 (the time he usually calls me) he hadn't called yet, which kinda made me worry &amp;amp; yeah, I was a little bit sad. Thought maybe he didn't have time to call or anything but yeah, he called me ard 11 :) :) it was so nice hearing his voice and everything. Just CANNOT wait to seeeeeeeeee him haha. I love my baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, I guess its time for me to head in. 12am, usually at this time I'd just be starting out on Facebook. But since school's starting, I'd have to cut short everything &amp;amp; sleep early. Can't sleep in my parent's room nowadays, I get woken up by their irritating snores. Literally like pigs. I call it the Snoring Competition. Man, I'm thinking why their loud snores don't ever wake them up. They just keep going on. Think I'll go grab Breathe Right for the folks tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a new laptop backpack! Its really cute &amp;amp; fuck all of you who say its dorky. Its kewl. I'm carrying it to school tmr. Right then, goodnight world! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7005932647238696513?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7005932647238696513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-more-days-to-go-3-i-have-this-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7005932647238696513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7005932647238696513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-more-days-to-go-3-i-have-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sj5Tk9yElZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fUk1RyQfylY/s72-c/DSC03120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4289045921225482953</id><published>2009-06-20T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:20:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjvSrJHS9EI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-g1AcPyR5to/s1600-h/rockstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjvSrJHS9EI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-g1AcPyR5to/s320/rockstar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349100621055325250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like playing dressup games to pass the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodmorning friends. its 2am, my eyes are extremely tired but i'm still online. well, maybe bcos everyone's still awake. mom &amp;amp; bro but my dad knocked out a long time ago. guess its his work that he's been so busy with he's sleeping very late the past few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ok, guess what? 6 more days to go! :) time flies huh. actually to me, it feels like its crawling. really. my week has been passing by so slowwwwwwwwllllyyyyyy. =/ at least i get constant phone calls from the boy. i miss him so much please! :( he called me 3 times today, more than i could ever ask for la. and i'm very happy about that, hehh! i miss you baby, but gosh, 6 more days till i get to see you. yayyyy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast again this morning with Rene. yestd we had breakfast at Macs, today we had brunch at White Tangerine cafe. :) apparently, we think that all open doors mean "WE'RE OPEN" so we walked into the cafe &amp;amp; ordered. i looked at the menu, which also showed their operating hours &amp;amp; realized they actually open at 12pm but the time on my watch was 11.15am. super funny please! but they didn't complain so we made ourselves at home. read magazines they provided, and the food was delicioussssss *licks lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard Heartland for awhile, tried to kill time cos Rene wanted to leave at 3. walked here and there, trying to waste time but we only spent like an hour walking, and still had another hour to spare. so we ended up sitting at the staircase &amp;amp; chatted. yeah ok, what girls do best la huh. made it to 3pm, went home and again, i did practically nothing, zero, zilch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't be proud of myself. i still have a number of assignments i haven't touched. yeah ok, 2 more days till school starts, omg red alert! =/ wtf la huh. plus with H1N1 &amp;amp; shit like that, some people aren't gna be in school for the first week bcos they travelled to countries which are also infected? and Yaseen is the lucky bastard. hmph. guess first week of school's gna be pretty slack? doubt i'll be able to concentrate during school, i've been sleeping late, waking up early. i'll need to turn that ard in 2 days. 2.fucking.days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with the mother on Sunday? i don't know if i should. sorry, i'm not tryna act kiasu here or anything, but i'm gna avoid crowded places. i'll get paranoid is someone sneezes or coughs in the distance, or somewhere near me. and i'll just get tempted to bathe in Dettol. :) eww, is Rozand like so uncool or what! what a freakazoid. yeah ok la, fuck you. i know i am, kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i want to TRY completing assignments, fuck. see ya'll when i see ya.&lt;br /&gt;kbaaaiiiii. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4289045921225482953?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4289045921225482953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-like-playing-dressup-games-to-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4289045921225482953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4289045921225482953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-like-playing-dressup-games-to-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjvSrJHS9EI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-g1AcPyR5to/s72-c/rockstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2541408560445174605</id><published>2009-06-18T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:59:05.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjkckopSZvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EeNwivMDbRI/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjkckopSZvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EeNwivMDbRI/s320/Image082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348337448190633714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyho hello, world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why my computer is lagging like fuck, its pissing me off real bad right now. think i'm gna head into bed soon. feeling pretty tired right now. =/ hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was spent with Rene. :) we headed off to Bishan for lunch at MOS then went to catch Night At the Museum. which was extremely funny! it was a damn good show, everyone shld go and catch it. before that we bought sushi &amp;amp; i bought a bottle of drinks, hehh. then had a stroll ard Junction8 before going into the theatre. i guess i drinked too much water, nearing the end of the show i couldn't laugh very hard bcos my bladder hurt like mad, i had to pee urgently! what a loser right hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our movie, we headed down to the library and slacked there and talked till WL came. the both of them had to go over to his friend's dinner so i had to go home cos i had nowhere else to go :( they sent me off to the bus stop, yay thx Rene for today! had lotsa fun. let's hope you don't go to school tmr so we'll have breakfast tmr, hehe! but ok, no you shld go to school la. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an interesting conversation with Fairli &amp;amp; Rachel just now. its been long since i've had such conversations with the secondary school kids. i miss them, and yes, i miss secondary school. i've said this countless times, but i'm sure ya'll agree eh? cassandra!!! when's your next gathering gna be held? :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i guess its time for bed nowwwwwwww. feeling kinda tired. plus i need to make sure to wake up to read Rene's msg, in case we are really meeting. hehe. alrighty then, off to bed! goodnight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2541408560445174605?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2541408560445174605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyho-hello-world-i-dont-know-why-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2541408560445174605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2541408560445174605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyho-hello-world-i-dont-know-why-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjkckopSZvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EeNwivMDbRI/s72-c/Image082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5197267765110058166</id><published>2009-06-15T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:58:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjZr5ApqLPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9irhQg0CWdk/s1600-h/DSC05915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjZr5ApqLPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9irhQg0CWdk/s320/DSC05915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347580234720488690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you called me today, my heart was extremely light &amp;amp; i couldn't stop smiling. i love &amp;amp; miss you so much, Adam. 10 more days till i get to see you again. i can't wait. counting down the days k? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was an extremely boring day, really. i decided to watch Carrie on my lappy. i really like the show, i wish i had the power of telekinesis. i think its like the coolest power everrrrr. after finishing with Carrie, i decided to search online for the second Carrie movie. its called The Rage: Carrie 2. but duh, her name's not Carrie anymore bcos Carrie died in the first movie. I reckon the first movie's better than the second. but Rachel Lang's tattoo is really niceeee. Esp the part where they made her extremely angry and the thorns of her tattoo started to spread throughout her entire body. that part was the shizz man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time finding the movie, i was searching all the movie databases online but none had the movie. they didn't even have the first Carrie movie. i think i spent almost an hour looking for it when finally, i managed to find it on YouTube. -.- i know, i shoud've looked over there first right. The quality isn't really good, think i'll go purchase it. since i have the DVD for the first Carrie movie. hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i know this probably isn't interesting and you're wondering why you're reading this shit. well, actually, who reads this shit anyway! oh, i know. ME! :) gosh, sorry. i'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think guys with no backbone are really annoying. comes across to me as gay &amp;amp; totally un-independent. i mean ok, maybe its cute to some girls but surely, in the long run, wouldn't it be like so irritating to keep telling your boyfriend what to do? i mean, dammit, get a mind of your own for goodness sake? and yeah, speak to me properly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des's new house tmr! can't wait to go over to see how it looks like. according to her, it seems pretty spooky &amp;amp; she wants me to stay over but i'm feeling kinda scared. bcos she says its creepy, and knowing me, i tend to imagine a lot esp when its dark out. i'd think of ghosts &amp;amp; many other paranormal shizz that i've read about or watched on tv. i'd then be kept awake all night &amp;amp; when i finally fall asleep, its time to wake up. HAHA loserrrrrrr! AH SHUDDAP. meeting her @ Parkway, maybe have lunch, print pictures then off to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Adam. i can't stop thinking about you. i know people who read my updates on Twitter, Facebook and anywhere else can't stand me whining about missing you. but its true, i miss you. every night i look forward to your calls, usually you'd call me twice &amp;amp; each time you do it makes me melt. i try not to cry, bcos i know you'll be booking out soon. 10 more days, yea? thats what you told me today. i can't wait to hold you, to kiss you and to see your smile &amp;amp; hear your laughter. GOSH. now i know how much you mean to me: The Whole g'Damn World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight kids. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5197267765110058166?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5197267765110058166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-when-you-called-me-today-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5197267765110058166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5197267765110058166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-when-you-called-me-today-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjZr5ApqLPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/9irhQg0CWdk/s72-c/DSC05915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7408295976932029643</id><published>2009-06-12T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:07:37.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjJnBizmfKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/viuZm_GOw3s/s1600-h/DSC03136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjJnBizmfKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/viuZm_GOw3s/s320/DSC03136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346448983862967458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has got to be the saddest day of my life :( i'm extremely depressed bcos my baby's in NS now as i type this. i really wish he wouldn't have to go in for such a long time, now i heard its 3 weeks. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt i'll be able to sleep tonight. he called us not long ago, to update us about his current situation. i actually didn't wanna stay over at his house bcos i've got memories of last night in his room, which would cause problems for me to fall asleep tonight. sigh. plus they confiscated his charger so how is his phone gna last him 3 weeks? :'( this is not good. not very good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess he's probably asleep or still awake in his bunk or something. i hope his phone will last him through &amp;amp; that he'll be safe. tahan all the tekaning ok dear! &lt;3 i love and miss you very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'll be sleeping anytime soon. Had a short nap just now, can't believe i actually fell asleep on the bed. gosh. thanks to last night, slept at 5am in the morning. and whats more, i'm gna be sleeping on Adam's bed tonight. won't that just cause memories to FLOWWWWW in? :( i miss him so much. but its just 2/3 weeks? how hard can it be? its just that i've been seeing him for everyday of my life, now you tell me not to see him for 3 weeks, i'll just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'll join his brother for a smoke or two. i really can't wait for the day Adam books out! hehe. gna be fetching him from camp. i love you baby! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7408295976932029643?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7408295976932029643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-has-got-to-be-saddest-day-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7408295976932029643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7408295976932029643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-has-got-to-be-saddest-day-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SjJnBizmfKI/AAAAAAAAAcA/viuZm_GOw3s/s72-c/DSC03136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-3261199177891873899</id><published>2009-06-09T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:53:31.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Si1Omyh3-yI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6-CYJ59vBLs/s1600-h/230222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Si1Omyh3-yI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6-CYJ59vBLs/s320/230222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345014761064495906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, as the pictures depicts, i have short hair nowwwwww :) i kinda like it, but i think its kinda gross. bcos it sorta sticks out here and there, plus i think i should like cut it a little bit shorter. didn't wanna go so short, bcos i think i'll look sooo... retarded. hahaah. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, stayed over at Adam's house last night. i have like 4 more days with him, before he goes into NS. sighhh. =/ then it'll be 2 weeks alone after that. i'll def miss hanging out at his house, listening to Baby Andrea cry in the middle of the night. i mean, i know its not gna be permanent or anything, but the thought of having Adam here to hold me is just depressing. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the bbq day! :) i cannot wait for it, i'm feeling kinda excited for it, hehh. over @ Des's house. plus Rene's coming! (well, i hope she is.) please come k babe! cos we're all expecting you. plus my bro's gna be there. i hope there'll be peace. really. but most importantly, i hope there'll be tons of fun! :) hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an unpleasant feeling is growing inside me now. why the fuck do the boys choose their fucking bros over girls? it gets really frustrating at times, really. i get so irritated. i know i shouldn't be feeling this way, BUT I CAN'T HELP IT LA, NABEI. so fucking pissed off now. so you can make me wait, i cannot la. cheebai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm feeling tired. gna smoke, then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-3261199177891873899?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/3261199177891873899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-so-as-pictures-depicts-i-have-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3261199177891873899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3261199177891873899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-so-as-pictures-depicts-i-have-short.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Si1Omyh3-yI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6-CYJ59vBLs/s72-c/230222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2892852760082016815</id><published>2009-06-06T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:36:12.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/bestfriendz/clique1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 455px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/bestfriendz/clique1045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to meet up, Rene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't exactly been updating this space, blame it on school la. anyway, school's out, for 2 weeks so i have finally found the time. i mean yeah, i'm not entirely busy like a bee but hey, let's just say i'm lazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this past week was fine, term tests and all that. the only paper i'm confident abt it PLM, bcos its like all english based. the rest are all numbers, formulas and many memorizing nonsence. that we have to do a lot of practice to actually understand what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a pretty bad day for me. firstly, i woke up late bcos i had to meet Des in school early to do a bit of revision before the paper, but yeah i couldn't get up cos i sorta switched off my alarm =/ and then, when i was on my way to school, i missed 23 -.- when i reached school, i walked out of the bus and i got like tons of stares, but i couldn't be bothered so i continued walking to school, but when i looked down i noticed my button was undone, which also meant that my bra was in full view of everyone at the bus stop. ugh! it was packed with people :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought it couldn't get any worse, it actually did. during the paper, i totally didn't see this coming, but my stomach actually growled extremely loud, yes. you probably wouldn't know how loud exactly, but even the teacher heard. it was like as if you put a mic at my tummy. it was soooooo amplified! =/ i was so embarrassed. i looked at Des &amp;amp; we both laughed. the teacher just had to rub it in by saying: "someone's tummy is rumbling, i guess its lunch time" knn! i wanted to die right there i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of the day went well :) i still can't believe my day went to badly! =/ terrible, terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just hoping that i'll be able to pass my papers, i'm not so confident actually. but just a pass would suffice :) not that i actually put every effort i have in la, so.... JUST A PASS DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i have to go meet Adam, when he actually said that he'll be coming over. wtf, i'm like so fucking pissed off now. such a bloody waste of my time, really. not like as if i don't have plans, i actually do, damn you. not like as if i have a choice anyway. bcos its HIS party, and he's like, king. HAHAHA joke. i need to get my hair cut la, fucking nabei puacheebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2892852760082016815?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2892852760082016815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-meet-up-rene-i-know-i-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2892852760082016815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2892852760082016815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-meet-up-rene-i-know-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/bestfriendz/th_clique1045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-1025374109621012603</id><published>2009-05-24T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:25:16.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShlkHxXV_EI/AAAAAAAAAbw/J5eHQ_fs2Qs/s1600-h/192522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShlkHxXV_EI/AAAAAAAAAbw/J5eHQ_fs2Qs/s320/192522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339408917897542722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellooooo! :) its been quite awhile since i've last updated, hehh. so my baby's been staying over at my house for the past 5 nights, he's staying again tonight. he'll be going into the ns soon so i won't be able to see him for like what, 3 weeks? :( i'm really dreading it, i don't want him to go! sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus my dad's coming home tmr, i wouldn't be able to spend time with adam once he returns, ugh. he'd demand that i get home early everyday. gosh, life has been awesome when my dad's not at home. we get to do whatever we want, sleep at whatever time we want, throw this and that ard the house. with no one nagging or breathing down our necks. but now, the peace has ended. =/ hope my dad travels again soon, doubt it'll be anytime soon tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, let's see now. went to my aunt's church today. i was in an extremely cranky mood this morning bcos my brother was blasting techno in the house, i mean, wtf man? its fucking 10 in the morning. then had lunch nearby, headed to Bugis to shop. SHOPPING SPREE FTW! :) bought 2 leggings, 1 top, bangles, a pair of shoes, a camera bag and a watch. awesome or what! i love my mom so much please. we'll be going shopping again next week. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days were actually spent at home, with nothing much to do. just play the computer, my dress up games! hehh. i just suddenly have an obsession la. everytime i came online i'd go play dress up games :) kinda fun actually, plus i have lots of screen shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that term tests are starting, i'd need to start studying =/ gosh. one more week till they start and i'm still playing la. ugh. remedial lecture tmr, bahh. really not looking forward to going to school tmr, i wish i could just stay at home &amp;amp; wake up as late as i want to. =/ but one can only wish, yes? hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, watching Harper's Island now. i don't really know what's going on uh. hmm, so what should i wear tmr? think i'm going to stand in front of my cupboard to pick out something if not i'll be late for school tmr, hehh. plus adam's going with me! omg, Harper's Island is extremely exciting. omg omg omg. can't wait for the next episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha okok, time to head off. toodles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-1025374109621012603?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/1025374109621012603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/hellooooo-its-been-quite-awhile-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1025374109621012603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1025374109621012603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/hellooooo-its-been-quite-awhile-since.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShlkHxXV_EI/AAAAAAAAAbw/J5eHQ_fs2Qs/s72-c/192522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-6365811441022291599</id><published>2009-05-21T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:23:55.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShQ6R9Sp5lI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AP7jEQoGfuA/s1600-h/151314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShQ6R9Sp5lI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AP7jEQoGfuA/s320/151314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337955538525873746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling very, very, very angry now. no seriously, i don't think anyone can probably understand how i feel now, unless they actually go through it themselves. i am feeling extremely disappointed and... omg i really don't know. i just wanna go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldn't be talking about this, it'll only make things worse than they already are. i guess he doesn't really see me as an important person in his life, only taking me for granted. if his friends are gone one day, it'll most prob impact him a lot. but if lets say if i go, he'll most prob grief for a few days then its the same thing again. you know? i just feel like he doesn't really care about this thing that we have. if he doesn't see us falling apart then i think he's not taking this seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... on a lighter note, school was fine today :) and quite shiok, no school tmr! hehe. lessons were ok, a little boring, as usual. ha and that stupid fucking bitch teacher complained to our CP that we haven't been attending lectures. like wtf? why only this particular subject, and why only us? wtf. so we had to meet our CP today to get a lecture from her, in public. now we have to be escorted to lecture every week for sure. knn! srsly, its damn stupid. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that she's doing this to us, i'm probably gna hate OC more than ever la. :( whats more we've got to attend remedial this friday, thought i could skip school on friday but seems like i can't. school's taking too much of my time =/ i know la, i'm a student, school is supposed to be taking all my time, hehh. ok, sorry, i'm starting to talk rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i hope tmr will be a better day. toodles, i'm gna head into bed now. forget about waiting for that jerk to come. like as if i have nothing better to do, just fucking wait for him all the time. i can't stand it anymore, i just want to... forget everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-6365811441022291599?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/6365811441022291599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-feeling-very-very-very-angry-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6365811441022291599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6365811441022291599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-feeling-very-very-very-angry-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShQ6R9Sp5lI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AP7jEQoGfuA/s72-c/151314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4379931486693776572</id><published>2009-05-19T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:10:39.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took this test from facebook, tagged by Serene. not gna post it in my notes but here instead :)&lt;br /&gt;rather true personality test right there, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. (I AGREE WITH THIS ONE A LOT. WATCH OUT, SLUTS)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. (HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW THAT?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt; (HAHA VERY TRUE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to update soon :) i miss my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4379931486693776572?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4379931486693776572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/took-this-test-from-facebook-tagged-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4379931486693776572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4379931486693776572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/took-this-test-from-facebook-tagged-by.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4323428968747994424</id><published>2009-05-19T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:55:13.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShGQ3PT8xqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SVGMY46NLGM/s1600-h/231947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShGQ3PT8xqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SVGMY46NLGM/s320/231947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337206312088159906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost 1am and i still haven't showered yet =/ i know la, i'm so dirty. but its just that i'm&lt;br /&gt;rushing with my law assignment, that i have to complete by tmr cos tmr's the tutorial =/ ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was ok today i guess. had FPATH test today, guess it wasn't so bad but i'm hoping that i'll at least be able to get a pass, even though i didn't bother studying for it =/ i feel so lazyyyyy. plus there's PUO test tmr, which i'm totally not interested in studying for. blahblahblah! i'm kinda looking forward to law actually, she's a very nice teacher, plus she's extremely slack! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i shld be going home after school bcos my baby's working afternoon shift tmr, wednesday as well. i'll miss him very much :( thursday he'll be staying over bcos my dad's not in the country, yipee! :) hehe. just hope adam's mom will let him stay over bcos its been an extremely long time since he last stayed over, i've always been staying over at his place, not that i'm complaining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i should get into the shower. i feel so sticky and grimy. was super broke today =/ only had $4 plus to settle my own dinner. nvm, tmr and wednesday i'll save money cos i wouldn't be going out. sighhhh. i wish i had a job. or i wish school paid me to study, life would be much easier that way! won't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling kinda down, from what happened the past few days. i really need to keep my mind occupied or i'd start thinking stupid thoughts. i know i have the support of all my friends, plus Adam's family as well. but i can't be so complacent that this won't happen again. and who knows, he might be going by the "what she doesn't know won't hurt her" logic. i'm really scared. i don't know i feel extremely threatened. i've never felt this way before. maybe bcos i feel that someone's better than me... i feel extremely lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then, think a hot shower should do the trick. and i guess i'll just sleep on it. managed to fall asleep last night even though i was so tempted to cry, ha. i feel so loserish, like really. no self confidence, like i'm fucking stupid &amp;amp; useless. you know the feeling? i guess no one really understands till they actually go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok enough of this shit. and i don't want Adam speaking her name in front of me. just makes my blood boil &amp;amp; yes, i do hate her with a passion. goodnight world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4323428968747994424?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4323428968747994424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-almost-1am-and-i-still-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4323428968747994424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4323428968747994424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-almost-1am-and-i-still-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShGQ3PT8xqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SVGMY46NLGM/s72-c/231947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5006540169076760526</id><published>2009-05-18T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:33:40.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShA6bN4OgiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/v48XUdvg8hs/s1600-h/231127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShA6bN4OgiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/v48XUdvg8hs/s320/231127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336829797690409506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camweb fun, i love you baby. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while some of you might be wondering "eh? i thought you said it was over?" no, it isn't. i mean yes it was for a few days but i guess we have pretty much settled everything except for a tiny little imperfection, that i can't seem to get rid of, except Adam himself. that, i shall not elaborate. just in case ppl think that i'm acting like some high class bitch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as much as i try, i just can't really seem to get that out of my head. its very frustrating, really. i wish this wouldn't have to happen. really, i feel like tearing her face apart, fucking slutbagwhore. sorry, i don't share. so don't think i'd be so nice if you try to take a step towards my boy, i'll fucking bite your fucking head off. don't try me you fucking piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's a test tmr, and i'm not exactly prepared for it. =/ ugh! its ok, i shall get my trustee friends to teach me before we enter the lecture theatre. and i'm feeling extremely tired, i think i shall skip PLM lecture? but thats just too bastard cos i really like her teaching. its hilariously funny pls, which makes it interesting bcos PLM is an extremely boring &amp;amp; dry subject, with full of words. hmm, i shall think about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then, i guess i should head into bed now. gotta be up early tmr, :( will be back to blog very soon, so keep your eyes peeled? HAHAHA wtf am i saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby. and i am NOT going to let some slut get in between us. 3's a crowd, won't take in anymore more than 2. i just hope you know what you're doing. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5006540169076760526?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5006540169076760526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/camweb-fun-i-love-you-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5006540169076760526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5006540169076760526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/camweb-fun-i-love-you-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/ShA6bN4OgiI/AAAAAAAAAbY/v48XUdvg8hs/s72-c/231127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-8550535771724516729</id><published>2009-05-14T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:53:50.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff275/kirstenlynnstoecker/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff275/kirstenlynnstoecker/heartbroken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what we had is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ends today, end of story, end of everything that i'll ever have. i'm feeling extremely lousy now, i doubt i'll be able to fall asleep tonight. my mind will be full of thoughts, "shit, did i do something i'll live to regret?" "can i live without this in my life?". many 'what ifs' as well. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to end it, i was going through so much pain. but is it as much pain as i'm feeling now? cos i'm heartbroken. and i feel soooooo... i just can't seem to describe this feeling. i wish to cry but i can't seem to shed a tear. my mind is full of thoughts, i wish i could just forget everything. i wish to sleep it off, wake up tmr feeling all happy again but i know it isn't possible at all. not one bit. not when it comes to matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school isn't gna take my mind off things. i only have 1 hour of school tmr, ends @ 12pm, then we'd be going to Katong to do our eyebrows &amp;amp; watch Mas get her hair cut :) but after that? what am i going to do once everyone goes home? i can't even focus on getting my assignment done, i have PLENTY to complete but just a few minutes into it, i just feel like giving up. was i too rash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to think. can't push this off my mind either, i've just grown.. too attached. its so hard to pretend nothing happened, bcos i suck at hiding my emotions. ok, not really i can hide them pretty well but i just wouldn't entirely be myself. =/ what am i supposed to do now? nothing seems to be affecting him tho, like he's living life normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope school will be ok tmr, its just 1 hour, what shit could possibly happen eh? but its PUO, confirm damn bloody boring. not looking forward to it bcos its Math and more math. sheesh. :( thx, i just totally rubbed it in for me, how dumb. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost 1, i need to head in now. i really hope i'll be able to sleep &amp;amp; stop checking my phone each time my eyes open. no msges would come for me anymore, no calls would come for me anymore. i should stop checking my phone so very often, it won't be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sgr6uQwR4lI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/faI9YLtPV64/s1600-h/IMG_9449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sgr6uQwR4lI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/faI9YLtPV64/s320/IMG_9449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335352381252166226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye forever.&lt;br /&gt;"You love me but you don't know who i am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world. &lt;3 keep safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-8550535771724516729?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/8550535771724516729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-what-we-had-is-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8550535771724516729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8550535771724516729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-what-we-had-is-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sgr6uQwR4lI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/faI9YLtPV64/s72-c/IMG_9449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-9182244271312022324</id><published>2009-05-10T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:38:31.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sgbxih0PXrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8RX4Fq9PSuw/s1600-h/191603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sgbxih0PXrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8RX4Fq9PSuw/s320/191603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334216384162258610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to use the scanner, hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so my 1 week break is over &amp;amp; i am extremely upset about it. sighh :( i'll have to go back to school, face the shit that all the students have been facing. i'm really not looking forward to school, really. i heard primary to jc students don't have school tmr, but unfortunately, we, the poly kids have to return to school =/ ahhhh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC test tmr, during lecture i suppose. i dont really know what to study for so i'm just gna go to school tmr &amp;amp; whack. or maybe try to get some hints uh. and the best thing is that i dont have the OC tutorial paper, tutorial is tmr. KNN. :( ok i go see tutorial now. fuck la, nb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fed up now, i can't really explain why. i haven't seen Adam all day even though i stayed over last night. cos i thought we could've met up for dinner but he had to be @ his grandma's house bcos today's Mother's day. so i stayed home after meeting the parents for lunch @ Dhoby, then went to Bugis to walk ard bcos my brother was having tuition near there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could lead the life of my brother, i mean, minus the gangster part. he's so carefree, he doesn't have to worry about anything. anything related to school: teachers, grades, homework, waking up early. while i have to worry abt all these, and trying my best NOT to fail? :( he's out now, he can come home any time he pleases, smoke in the house, blahblah. UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know i shouldnt be comparing to my younger brother, bcos i should be setting the example. I SET THE EXAMPLE, DAMMIT. but he's not following, so what can i say? i just wish my life would be easier =/ sigghh. i'm extremely upset, really. why do i feel like crying? is it just one of those days or have i really lost my mind? i need to go on a vaca&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tion. like seriously serious shit. plus there's frequent temperature taking, 2 sessions. wtfz. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i should stop complaining. time to get some sleep. i hope tmr will be an awesome day (i'm really hoping) bcos its a Monday &amp;amp; Mondays roughly gauge how my week will turn out like. i miss Adam so much, i guess i'd feel better if he were here to give me a nice big warm hug, everything would turn out better. uggghhhh. i miss you baby. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. kthen, off i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-9182244271312022324?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/9182244271312022324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-lazy-to-use-scanner-hehh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/9182244271312022324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/9182244271312022324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-lazy-to-use-scanner-hehh.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sgbxih0PXrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8RX4Fq9PSuw/s72-c/191603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-6411792281297674879</id><published>2009-05-08T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:48:57.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braggy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgMozhzxdRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XnOT-Lf44cE/s1600-h/IMG_9471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgMozhzxdRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XnOT-Lf44cE/s320/IMG_9471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333151249450759442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOu, HAMSUM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so today was spent @ home, slacking the day away, ugh.  i told myself that i would get down to doing some tutorials, but what did i end up doing? NOTHING. gosh, i really need to start moving, i have missed 1 whole week of school &amp;amp; have done nothing productive. man, i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left the house today, finally some sun shine! :) headed down to Bishan to meet the 5A2 '07 kids. i was feeling kinda nervous, i mean, it being the first time since how long ago that we last met up. and yeah, as usual, i was LATE. hehe. Rene ordered my Pad Thai before i arrived. and yes, i felt extremely unlucky bcos i was seated right with someone i haven't spoken to in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Adam @ Bishan first, then Rene before going inside. had a smoke to calm myself down, then it was time to face my fears. before going in i swear i wanted to run away, to avoid everything. but then, why must i let 1 person affect this gathering i'm gna have with my classmates? right right? and yes, i was right. things went pretty cool from the moment i stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my food was cold &amp;amp; hard, the noodles stuck together =/ and i think it was quite hard to finish everything on my plate =/ hehh. it was VERY, VERY awkward, really. but i managed to warm up to everybody, including myself. (no really, what am i saying?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubble tea after dinner, Rene &amp;amp; i wanted to escape, hehe. the rest headed to Grape Vine while Rene &amp;amp; i proceeded to meet the very angry Adam who's friend bailed on him. she went off to meet wl, so Adam &amp;amp; i slacked. till i got a msg from Des that my assignment was due 12 midnight so i took a cab home (dammit, midnight surcharge) and completed it before the clock struck 12. only to find out its due 9am the following morning -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so here i am, fresh out of the shower, ranting about my day. gosh, i'm hungry. wish i could have some food now, but its almost 3am. think i'd just ignore the hunger &amp;amp; just go to bed. i'm still sniffing, gosh when will this stop? :@ and i've got pictures with the boy, like freaking finally. cos i brought the camera out today. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASSANDRA IF YOU'RE READING THIS, PLEASE SEND ME THE PICTURES! :) LUV YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i got this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgMr0YCDdeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qYA9t4pdugc/s1600-h/SSM12019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgMr0YCDdeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qYA9t4pdugc/s320/SSM12019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333154562541057506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know. so fucking old school. when we were what, sec4? gosh. i really missed the times i had with the secondary school classmates. we'd do everything together. and look how time flies, we're all in different school. =/ lead different lives, some of us who used to be tight aren't even tight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember this day @ cassandra's house. camera whoring like no one cared. had so much fun there, watching the tv, listening to her brother play his bass guitar &amp;amp; drums. cooking maggi mee in this hugeass pot, sitting @ her dining table laughing over anything silly. those were the days huh, such carefree lives that we led. now we're all doing different things. a few are working, most of us are studying. those whom we thought never would've gotten boyfriends are happily attached. it was a surprise, really. but i'm happy for them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the next gathering, hopefully more people will turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, such a long post. i'm tired, time to head in.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-6411792281297674879?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/6411792281297674879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-hamsum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6411792281297674879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6411792281297674879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-hamsum.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgMozhzxdRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/XnOT-Lf44cE/s72-c/IMG_9471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2801698297651024398</id><published>2009-05-07T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:27:14.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgG6zEfZZeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hsMyjbe_n5w/s1600-h/omgz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgG6zEfZZeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hsMyjbe_n5w/s320/omgz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332748820324902370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know this picture doesn't make us look that awesome. its an extremely old photo, taken like what, last year? gosh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 13TH MONTH MY BABY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy, its 13th month, can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm currently angry with you, but hey, you know i'll never stay angry at you for long right? hehe. :) i just love the tension.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, you'd better do something to make me happy tmr, i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;make it up to meeeee. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you la babyboy,&lt;br /&gt;here's to more happy happy months together.&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and kisses aplenty!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2801698297651024398?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2801698297651024398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-this-picture-doesnt-make-us-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2801698297651024398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2801698297651024398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-this-picture-doesnt-make-us-look.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgG6zEfZZeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hsMyjbe_n5w/s72-c/omgz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5524955206448624334</id><published>2009-05-06T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:01:15.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgGVBC8DTnI/AAAAAAAAAao/2Z2NqMgA01I/s1600-h/214417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgGVBC8DTnI/AAAAAAAAAao/2Z2NqMgA01I/s320/214417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332707278984531570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howdie doooo :) i've been excused from school for the entire week, i know, pure joy but i've been missing out on lessons and lectures &amp;amp; i am extremely afraid that when i return i won't be able to catch up with whatever i've missed =/ i'll bet those recorded lectures won't even help. sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus I don't even know who's in my law class, except for one student =/ ugh! and there's a project that's gna be due pretty soon but the best thing is that i haven't started nor do i know who's in my group. wtfz man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i heard Swine flu's pretty settled already. Mexico's opened schools, museums &amp;amp; what have you there. so i guess life's gna be pretty normal from now? hopefully. plus my grandma's gna go to Korea, which would mean that she'll be at risk of contracting the disease. also, she might be brought to that quarantine place at Aloha Loyang once she returns. my mom &amp;amp; aunts are quite worried for her, i hope that God will keep her safe &amp;amp; well there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the doctor today so extend my MC cos i was still having flu-like symptoms. i'm just afraid the school won't let me in bcos of my illness =/ plus i've heard security's gone up. students aren't allowed to enter school until they get their temperatures taken, get the 'you can pass thru' sticker, record their temperatures then they can start lessons. so everyday's long queue &amp;amp; waiting. which means they've to wake up extra early &amp;amp; bring their own thermometers bcos if you don't, you won't enter the 'Express Lane'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess this is how far everyone goes to preventing a pandemic from spreading throughout the entire population. all the security and checks that everyone has to go through. i wonder if they might have a quarantine room in school. maybe i could be brought there... not like as if i have Swine flu la, fuck. just keep me there till this flu goes away. i'm still sniffing &amp;amp; coughing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days, i haven't seen the boy in 3 days and you bet! i'm upset. tmr's 1 year 1 month, but it doesn't really feel like anything special actually. i guess... you can say that i've been let down quite a number of times &amp;amp; it is very hard indeed to just depend on someone to make you truly happy for the rest of your life. sometimes i think its just better to depend on yourself, bcos who knows what other people might be thinking at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i'm getting kinda groggy. srsly i dunno why i've been so tired these few days. must be the flu getting to me. white blood cells, phagocytes - attack! damn, i guess my immune system's taking a break. what a time to just hibernate huh. ok i don't know what i'm talking about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know? i wish my dad would just stop teasing my brother. "working ah? working ah? working ah?" knn, shut the fuck up already. why can't you just get off our backs! really. its not like as if whatever we do is always wrong, is it? use your brains before you use your mouths ok. i'm not involved but i get really irritated when i listen to their conversation. i wish i had to ability to shut my ears sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then, more Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i really have no life =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, Dear God, please keep my grandma well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5524955206448624334?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5524955206448624334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/howdie-doooo-ive-been-excused-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5524955206448624334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5524955206448624334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/howdie-doooo-ive-been-excused-from.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SgGVBC8DTnI/AAAAAAAAAao/2Z2NqMgA01I/s72-c/214417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-8517645689327981417</id><published>2009-05-04T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:12:59.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gi0006.photobucket.com/groups/0006/G5PAK3TBQS/Peeps-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 246px;" src="http://gi0006.photobucket.com/groups/0006/G5PAK3TBQS/Peeps-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi friends, gave school a miss today. was down with the flu &amp;amp; a cough. so i feel rather shitty today, really. =/ my throat hurts like mad, i can't stop sniffing &amp;amp; sneezing. woke up with a very phlegmy cough, so i went to the Polyclinic today to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wait 2 hours just to complete the whole process. had to even wear a mask, dammit. just bcos i was having some symptoms of swine flu, they made me wear a mask. ugh :( and the doctor was really cool, he just swiftly said "ok, 2 days mc for you." hehe. cos i couldn't make up my mind on how many days i should take off frm school. plus i had to wait even longer for my medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i am feeling extremely tired thanks to the medicines. ugh. my head feels heavy &amp;amp; i am not entirely alert. so afraid of closing my eyes, fall asleep for sure hehh. think i should head in early tonight. gosh, i'm even typing extremely sloww. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Adam, haven't seen him in a day. hopefully i'll be able to see him by the time tmr comes, :) busy working &amp;amp; earning his keep. ugh, i have missed 3 days of school cos i didn't go on Thursday. and i know i've missed quite a lot of lessons. =/ dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish everything could be viewed thru google live, so that i'll be able to know what's going on during lessons, hehe. but one can only wish, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then, i'm feeling really drowsy, think i'll just go take a rest. can't stand the weight of my head, feels like its gna roll off my neck soon. fucking heavy, damn shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, off i go.&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-8517645689327981417?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/8517645689327981417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-friends-gave-school-miss-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8517645689327981417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8517645689327981417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-friends-gave-school-miss-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-282233367492969078</id><published>2009-05-02T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:15:38.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfwN2-qY32I/AAAAAAAAAag/UXBP1c0PRVM/s1600-h/3236_82093411646_670301646_2137213_3643074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331151297084710754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfwN2-qY32I/AAAAAAAAAag/UXBP1c0PRVM/s320/3236_82093411646_670301646_2137213_3643074_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Serene for the picture! :) hahah. but the other picture on your facebook, omg, i look like shit pls. :( hahahah. but thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's sitting in front of me, lecturing me. wtf, i wish she would just shut up. no, really. i wish she would stop lecturing me on matters of the heart. its just damn irritating. no, i mean, DAMN IRRITATING. and so yeah, i'm not reall listening to what she's saying bcos really, why should i right? its what i want to do, not what she wants me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last night, it was my dad's turn. he was acting like such a childish bastard. he, being a father &amp;amp; an adult, it srsly was not the way in which he should have behaved. really. its damn stupid can. apparently, he has this hatred going on for Adam. i don't see why he should actually bother, its my problem. so everything he's blaming on Adam, so wtf. and i was so irritated with him. really, he was acting like such a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting Adam @ Forum later on. can't wait, hehe. i've to leave like at 530 but i'm still here, in my room. watching videos on Youtube (yes, again) and i watched High School Musical 2 just now too. :) shit, i've got tutorials to complete, i just remembered. promise to complete them by tmr! hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then, time to go off. gotta get ready in a jiffy, though i highly doubt that, knowing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye kids! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-282233367492969078?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/282233367492969078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-serene-for-picture-hahah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/282233367492969078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/282233367492969078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-serene-for-picture-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfwN2-qY32I/AAAAAAAAAag/UXBP1c0PRVM/s72-c/3236_82093411646_670301646_2137213_3643074_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-8414648504357751727</id><published>2009-05-01T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:59:57.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;howdieee ho :) i'm sitting outside Bishan library as i type this, hehh! the library has already closed to i have decided to try to use their plugs cos my lappie is about to die :( i really hate low battery signals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just watched some beatboxing video on Photobucket, he was rather awesome, i've to admit. how the hell do they actually do so many things in one? and it sounds just like listening to it on some CD. not that i'd go learn or smth, i'd rather watch and be amazed, hehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its Saturday tmr, although i keep thinking that its a Sunday. =/ we practically slacked the whole entire day @ Adam's house. watching videos on Youtube, then suddenly both of us knocked out, because we slept at 5plus last night. no, not because we were outside playing or anything, its bcos we were at KK hospital to visit Adam's sister. but they only let 1 person in at a time. wtfz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, while Adam and i were sleeping this morning, his sister gave birth to lil Andrea! :) and she's extremely gorgeous, although we've not really met her yet. i received an mms from Audrey &amp;amp; awwww! i couldn't stop smiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfsJ5vVslbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9ktuNwfz_bg/s1600-h/Photo0156j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330865471487776178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfsJ5vVslbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9ktuNwfz_bg/s320/Photo0156j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats little Andrea right there, so cute right! can't wait for her to be brought home pleaseeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, back to watching more videos.&lt;br /&gt;toodlesss! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-8414648504357751727?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/8414648504357751727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/howdieee-ho-im-sitting-outside-bishan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8414648504357751727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8414648504357751727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/05/howdieee-ho-im-sitting-outside-bishan.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfsJ5vVslbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/9ktuNwfz_bg/s72-c/Photo0156j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-8205726710179172023</id><published>2009-04-30T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:02:33.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sfm3WOMbVNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SwWkG5byZRk/s1600-h/ourworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330493226364916946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sfm3WOMbVNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SwWkG5byZRk/s320/ourworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;fooyo! :) thats Ourworld right there on Miniclip.com, hehe. :) was playing that yesterday cos i was so damn bored. you can spot me, i bet. i'm the duck. hahahah. cos i found this cool potion thing that can change my character into an animal. it only lasts for 15 minutes but it was fun. ok, i know i sound so stupid talking about this here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i'm over at Coffee Bean waiting for Adam to be done with work. i urgently need to pee, but i don't wanna give up my seat! ugh. cos there is a power socket right here for me to suck up their electricity, hehe. once i get up, my seat will be taken. fuck, adam please hurry up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i was here since what, 8plus? with nothing to do except watch videos on Youtube. such a no-lifer =/ i was watching most videos on Britains Got Talent, and i swear, child prodigies are so fucken cool. :) no, really. kids like Connie Talbot, Hayley Steel, Bianca Ryan, George Samson, Shaheen Jafargohli. not to forget Susan Boyle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cried while listening to Susan Boyle sing (for the hundreth time) and Bianca Ryan is awesome blossom too. George Samson is extremely sexy when he dances, ya'll have to watch the grand finale, he danced in water. :) i sound like a paedophile, but kids are really amazing these days, no? enviouszxzxz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;at least there isn't school tmr, thank God for public holidays so we can take breaks here &amp;amp; there. didn't attend school today cos it was only 2 hours long so i feel its gna be a waste of time, hehe. which resulted in me watching movies online for the whole day till 4 before coming to Forum to meet Adam for dinner. gna be staying over at his house tonight. speaking of Adam, where in the world is he! :@ i'm getting impatient from waiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, i shall resume watching videos on Youtube &amp;amp; talking to Rene on MSN. 5A2 class gathering on the 7th, i hope Rene goes so i'll go too! :) *fingers crossed* Rene please go ok! hehh. cos i miss everyone from school, miss all those times we had together as a class. chasing one of our teachers out of the class cos we weren't even listening to her (i forgot her name!) plus, teasing Ms Gan &amp;amp; Ms Ho. damn, those were the days. never ever forget all that we've gone thru back then. looking forward to meeting ya'll. Huimin, don't force me to go laaaaa! =/ stress siol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/bestfriendz/clique1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/bestfriendz/clique1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss you, Rene! :( let's go Sahara again someday, hehe! i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-8205726710179172023?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/8205726710179172023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/fooyo-thats-ourworld-right-there-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8205726710179172023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/8205726710179172023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/fooyo-thats-ourworld-right-there-on.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/Sfm3WOMbVNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SwWkG5byZRk/s72-c/ourworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5973589419437008851</id><published>2009-04-30T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:47:06.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfiBW4sm8RI/AAAAAAAAAaI/goIUQgkC10M/s1600-h/190717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330152389169574162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfiBW4sm8RI/AAAAAAAAAaI/goIUQgkC10M/s320/190717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i'm ranting here in the middle of the night =/ pardon me, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright today, actually. i thought it was gna be extremely boring and dull. same old same old, but it turned out pretty ok :) CSAS was (yes) a waste of time because all we learnt was how to use the school's search engine. gahhh. plus we have homework to do, dammit! :@ and no, i don't really like doing homework, don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had PLM tutorial afterwhich, and she was so lame it was actually hilarious. she turned out to be a pretty nice teacher, not what we thought initially. she made this ultra lame joke which made us laugh like mad. she turned on the OHP and apparently the image was flashed onto the ceiling, which made her say: "ok, everyone lie on the floor. today's lesson shall be presented on the ceiling." it was like 1 second "crick crick" the next second laughter. hahahaha i'm smiling as i think about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was over after PLM so we went to the GO cos Des had to submit her MC. it was a "omg i laugh until my stomach damn pain" kinda moment cos the lady working there was actually sleeping. we all thought she was awake cos her hands were holding onto paper.&lt;br /&gt;Des: "eh, excuse me. MC staple infront or behind?"&lt;br /&gt;She: "*looks down at papers &amp;amp; ignores her*&lt;br /&gt;We: "OMG she's sleeping!"&lt;br /&gt;Des: "EH EXCUSE ME."&lt;br /&gt;-SILENCE-&lt;br /&gt;Mas couldn't take it so she ran out of the GO. her fucking body was upright but her head was nodding and her eyes were closed. everything seemed to tell us she was awake but she wasn't. as usual, Mas laughed all the way while walking to ITAS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des's laptop was stolen while we were out smoking. wtf plz. it was damn fast cos we were outside just less than 10minutes. plus Des was watching her things, weird thing was that only hers was gone. not mine even tho her laptop was on top of mine. so we were in a frenzy looking for it. damn, whoever took it, once Des finds you, thats it hahah. i really hope she finds it, first day in school &amp;amp; its gone. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby came to school today :) explains the picture there, in ITAS. and yes, he looks kinda scary huh! must be the stupid PSP, cos yeah, he was playing the PSP while that picture was taken. had dinner with Des, Mas &amp;amp; Jiarong at Techno. then waited with Mas for her friend to come (i still can't spell his name!) headed to Bishan and here i am now, home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts at 10am tmr, for us. ugh. which means that i have to wake up at 830 laaaaaaa. ccb. why must school start so damn early. plus its only 2 hours of school cos yeah, i end school at 12. kinda dumb, i know. tsk. :@ not looking forward to PUO tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then, i'm tired. its almost 1am, gotta hit the sacks.&lt;br /&gt;toodlesssss! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5973589419437008851?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5973589419437008851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-again-im-ranting-here-in-middle-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5973589419437008851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5973589419437008851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-again-im-ranting-here-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfiBW4sm8RI/AAAAAAAAAaI/goIUQgkC10M/s72-c/190717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5073269184132662492</id><published>2009-04-28T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:57:12.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/Retro-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 517px" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/Retro-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi friends, i'm feeling so exhausted now. :( school's been getting to me, really. i'm watching the news on tv now &amp;amp; i can't stand the way the news caster speaks. so fake, so fake! ughh. why can't we all speak Singaporean-ly? sorry, guess its just the exhaustion getting to me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Adam's working right now. actually how about no, he isn't. bcos work has ended almost an hour ago. but i don't know where the hell he's gone to. at least i met him for dinner just now :) it was nice eating with him, really. i was having a really dull day but seeing him made it all better, hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize i'm an extremely dumb when it comes to computers. i was in mcdonalds trying to connect my laptop to the internet but wow, i srsly didn't know what i was doing. guess its not entirely my fault ok! bcos my school uses an entirel different setting which is why i was so damn blur! hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school starts at 1 tmr, which is good bcos i can sleeeeeeep :) but i've to be in school early bcos we need to get our assignment done uh, ugh. srsly, FPATH seems to be the only subject we're studying. damn difficult to study for it bcos its all self study =/ srsly dunno how we're gna survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then, i'm gna watch CSI now. adam finally msged me, wtf right?&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5073269184132662492?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5073269184132662492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-friends-im-feeling-so-exhausted-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5073269184132662492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5073269184132662492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-friends-im-feeling-so-exhausted-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/th_Retro-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-1265149895211900775</id><published>2009-04-26T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:49:12.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfRzu-qKNyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/M4MgRQT4CmY/s1600-h/200818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329011510017144610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfRzu-qKNyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/M4MgRQT4CmY/s320/200818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi friends, i got a new laptop! yipee :) so happy chappy, hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so screwed cos I can't seem to view my tutorial cos its in PDF. ugh! what am i going to do now? hmph. hopefully i'll be able to complete my tutorial before tmr's tutorial. sighhhhhh =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss Adam so much cos i was supp to meet him today but bcos of my going to buy a new laptop, i couldn't make it to meet him for dinner or anything. double sighhh. i can't wait for tmr to end so that i will be able to see him, hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm installing 'important' programs on my computer. ugh! and i'm feeling so tired. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right thwn, off i go.&lt;br /&gt;toodles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-1265149895211900775?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/1265149895211900775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-friends-i-got-new-laptop-yipee-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1265149895211900775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1265149895211900775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-friends-i-got-new-laptop-yipee-so.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjSf7iUsjYU/SfRzu-qKNyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/M4MgRQT4CmY/s72-c/200818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2048455213426644795</id><published>2009-04-22T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:36:37.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so here we are, 5 hours with nothing to do. 2 hours have already passed by bcos we were at the library watching movies :) oh, i watched Finding Nemo, i know its such a kiddy show but i was in the mood to watch it today, hehh. such a touching show pleaseeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's at the Padang now, watching his school's rugby finals with the guys. i hope he makes it in time to meet me cos i'll be extremely mad at him hahahah. :) plus, i hate waiting. and even though i don't have school tmr, i'd still wanna be home early. i'm extremely tired pls. at least there wasn't lecture today or i wouln't even be attentive =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we're inside the com lab just trying to kill some time. our next lesson will be at like what, 6? which will be Law, hehh. wish i wouldn't have to stay till so late but i don't have a choice, do i? tsk. lesson ended at 1 today, at least we won't end that late for the next few Wednesdays cos today's lesson was pushed forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, Adam Soh, you better be on time cos if not i'll kill you k? :) i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then, off for a smokeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;toodles! be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2048455213426644795?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2048455213426644795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-here-we-are-5-hours-with-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2048455213426644795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2048455213426644795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-here-we-are-5-hours-with-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-2090472674740961795</id><published>2009-04-19T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:01:00.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i632.photobucket.com/albums/uu50/helstabl/art/Pop_Art_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 295px;" src="http://i632.photobucket.com/albums/uu50/helstabl/art/Pop_Art_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi frenzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely worn out right now, i didn't have much sleep the previous night. and to add to this rubbish, school starts for me tmr. up &amp;amp; about at 7am, wtfz. :( so upsetting. the only person who can slack is Adam, unfair or what! hmph. school starts at 9 tmr, and guess what time i end. friggin 6pm ok. i hate starting school early and ending late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my timetable's pretty rubbish, as i look at it. on Mondays i end at 6, Tuesdays at 6, Wednesdays at 7, Thursdays at 12 &amp;amp; Fridays at 5. what time do i start, you say? Monday: 9am, Tuesday: 8am, Wednesday: 9am, Thursdays: 9am &amp;amp; Fridays: 2pm. i swear the timetable's fucked up please. tsk. first week of school = no labs, no tutorials. which is good, i guess. everyone's separated for CDs, unfair ok. i'm actually ALONE. but at least we're all taking law. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i'm feeling so tired i'm afraid i might fall asleep during lectures tmr. ugh. Des won't be ard cos she'll be going out with her Orientation group, then off to shisha! :( i totally missed out on the previous one cos we weren't informed abt it la, until the very last minute but we couldn't make it. sighhhhh. i am so very broke &amp;amp; depressed. i'm in debt. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where Adam is. he hasn't replied my msg since like what, 11? its almost an hour already, sighhhhh. nvm, i shall wait a little longer. go shower &amp;amp; then wait for him to reply me? hmm.. so i bumped into Mas &amp;amp; Des today while at PS with Adam. they were all so sunburnt! plus their voices were soooo sexy pls, i couldn't stop smirking each time they spoke. hahah, i miss everyone very much please! can't wait for tmr la, more smoking sessions yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adam finally replied) can't believe we're taking Organic Chemistry again this sem, i don't likeeeee. =/ gna suffer, suffer, suffer much. sighhhh. printing notes as i type this, so much to print, i actually kinda miss printing notes for school lectures &amp;amp; shit like that. gosh, so many new things to learn, its just like first year but only harder. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to get me laptop! :) my pay has to come in first though, before i can do anything. my dad MUST take me shopping, hehe. can't wait la plzxzx. UGH! the thought of school makes me feel so lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, i shall stop whining and complaining. must be rather (or extremely) irritating. so tmr, i plan to be very attentive in lectures, i mean, it being the first week of school everyone must set a good example, so there we go. can't say the same for the following weeks, but we must all try to attend all lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk, my contacts are drying in my eyes. tht means i need to sleep. kthen, off to the shower.&lt;br /&gt;toodles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-2090472674740961795?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/2090472674740961795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/blahblahblahhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2090472674740961795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/2090472674740961795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/blahblahblahhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i632.photobucket.com/albums/uu50/helstabl/art/th_Pop_Art_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-3788252827989033024</id><published>2009-04-17T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:24:36.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/underwater1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/underwater1-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone take me swimming please? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i know i haven't been updating frequently. i've just either been too lazy or just don't have the time. i don't have such a busy job ok. but sometimes i get carried away. like say, in the day i tell myself that i will blog, but i log into facebook &amp;amp; the quizzes just make me forget to blog. till the end of the day, when i have to leave the office, i rmb that yeah, i've got to update but too late. =/ i know, i procrastinate, and yes, i tend to side track A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr would be my last day of work (i'd be getting my pay, yessah!) i'm kinda sad, bcos i know i won't be leading the slack life anymore. i'd be back to school. and you know, once school starts its all work &amp;amp; no play. arghhhh. 2nd year isn't gna be easy innit? :( kinda nervous, hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of school, i miss the tp family! haven't been meeting them since forever? how shitty huh. Des &amp;amp; Mas are busy with year 1 orientation, adam &amp;amp; i have been busy with ourselves, and the rest? i actually don't really know. i'm so sorry guys for not catching up with ya'll! i feel so guilty, sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Saturday, i was down at Serene's church for the Easter service. the performance was awesome, it almost made me cry :( hehh. anw, i haven't gotten the pictures from Serene yet. but i have one which is a group photo. i doubt ya'll can spot me, Adam &amp;amp; Serene in the picture but we're in the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/past%20times/3085_69032693461_649963461_1684377_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 265px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/past%20times/3085_69032693461_649963461_1684377_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, there it is. its a pretty big group actually. thats Serene's cell group. but her friends invited tons of people for the service which is why its so packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't seen the boy in days, and i'm extremely upset. something happened between us, but as always, i shan't mention any personal things here. cos yeah, it offends (fill-in-the-blanks). i'm just... disappointed? i wish this didn't happen. i really don't know what to do anymore, really. :( i just feel like giving up. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 12.25am right now, i think i should head in. i miss my brother, he hasn't been home in 3 days. i wonder where he is. :( he's making everyone worry. oi, chongpong, faster come back la cb! :@ everyone's damn worried for you so faster come home. nbpcb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okiedokie, time to head off. i hope tmr will be a better day for me.&lt;br /&gt;*love never fails to elude me.&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-3788252827989033024?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/3788252827989033024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-take-me-swimming-please-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3788252827989033024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/3788252827989033024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-take-me-swimming-please-so.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/th_underwater1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4166466489943004107</id><published>2009-04-13T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:05:49.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi friendz, this is gna be short &amp;amp; sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so firstly, i overslept. thanks to Mr Adam &amp;amp; his brother. hmph. i woke up at 9, when i was supp to start work at 9 la. :( my mom scolded me pls. ohwells! its not like as if i'm always like that. its just that i was extremely tired laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily his mom was nice enough to send me to work. i was so sulky the entire trip there. but srsly what, i mean won't you be angry too? but thx Adam for walking me to the lift up to the office. I love you so much. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk, my mom's calling on me now. so i gotta go. gna meet Adam. most prob have dinner, but we're soooo fucking broke. =/ can't wait to get my payyyy. gna get me polaroid, hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then, i'll be back to update. not sure how soon tho.&lt;br /&gt;till then, keep well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4166466489943004107?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4166466489943004107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-friendz-this-is-gna-be-short-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4166466489943004107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4166466489943004107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-friendz-this-is-gna-be-short-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-5986294020381219585</id><published>2009-04-07T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:34:05.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/favourite%20things/DSC02246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 479px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/favourite%20things/DSC02246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR, BFFL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for being the bestest friend i could ever ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you very much, i want you to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can never ever live without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-5986294020381219585?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/5986294020381219585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-one-year-bffl-thanks-for-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5986294020381219585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/5986294020381219585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-one-year-bffl-thanks-for-being.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/favourite%20things/th_DSC02246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-6166704166179357067</id><published>2009-04-03T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:26:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/betysnava/risas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/betysnava/risas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello, im back to playing Spineworld again today :) its quite addictive actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;soooo, we'll be going for a buffet dinner tonight at Sakura. can't wait for that, really. but my mom is kinda ruining things bcos she's just very forceful. :( and i feel really really bad, cos she was troubling my baby. i wish she didn't do that, its so damn embarrassing. i feel that they're just gna bitch about me, sighhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i shall NOT let that affect me too much. hehh. i'm just gna go there, eat my heart out. i've been bombing the toilets lately, i have no idea why. i think its been the weird food that i've been eating :) hahah. NOT. i'm feeling tired now, i couldn't wake up this morning pls. my eyes couldn't open la. i really need to catch up on my sleep. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terrible, terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, 45 minutes till we leave. Adam's having piano right now, so he's gna meet us there. i'm so excited, hehehe. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha, today wasn't exactly a good day. so many people piled work onto me. :( in the morning, i had to slot guest forms into bulletins, 200plus. then it stopped for awhile, had my lunch then all 3 assignments came at the same fucking time. 1. write down names of staff on many envelopes, 2. figure out one of the pastor's 'doctor' handwriting &amp;amp; email it to my mother. 3. business card arrangement for the big boss. and then at the last minute the big boss got me to go up to his Parsonage to do his wedding invitations to weddings tht he has attended. WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least i'm done now. i'm just left with the wedding invitation thing &amp;amp; i'll be free :) hahah. argh, i need to pee really bad. lots of water today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right then, gotta get my quest complete in Spineworld, cya lovelies! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-6166704166179357067?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/6166704166179357067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-im-back-to-playing-spineworld.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6166704166179357067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/6166704166179357067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-im-back-to-playing-spineworld.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-393276963452513300</id><published>2009-04-02T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:05:29.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spineworld ftw!</title><content type='html'>and so ever since i came online, i've been logged in to Spineworld, this cool game (well, not really) on Miniclip.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rather addictive, in the stupid way. but hey, its quite fun ok! i also have this OurWorld account, which i know, is extremely childish. but you can't blame me, my life is really boring at work. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the adults are downstairs playing badminton. kinda funny seeing them in casual clothes cos everytime you enter the office they're all formally dressed &amp;amp; then now, they're in shirts and shorts plus stupid looking sports shoes lol. so funnyyyyyyyy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adam better be on his way or i'll be DAMN angry, hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ohmy fuck, i have this suddent urge to shit. i shall go bomb the toilets now, since everyone's all downstairs. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-393276963452513300?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/393276963452513300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/spineworld-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/393276963452513300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/393276963452513300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/spineworld-ftw.html' title='Spineworld ftw!'/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-7711869386561514310</id><published>2009-04-02T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:22:53.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/retro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 471px" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/retro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, back to work, yet again. blurgh, i think my skin might be rotting in this super cold aircon. the temperature's like what, only 23 degress &amp;amp; yet i'm freezing in here. maybe bcos i'm the only one in this place &amp;amp; the aircon is all mine. totally not cool. sorry, bad pun right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's sleeping at home now as i am typing this. he's been quite sick these past few days actually. yesterday his eyes were so puffy but i made him go out cos i had to eat lunch. am i very evil? haha. NOT. but it was a nice day. we had lunch then walked ard J8 and ended up slacking in the library till almost closing time then we both headed hom early cos we were super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its totally unfair bcos he doesn't have to work whereas i have to. :( he'll be working only on Saturday, which also means i won't be able to see him since he's doing the full shift thing. maybe i shall go meet the family :) haven't been meeting them these past few weeks. i miss ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's out buying lunch for me. i'm not exactly hungry &amp;amp; she kept forcing me to go out with them for lunch. i didn't feel like it. personal reasons i shall not mention here, just in case. :) but the food will be coming soon, i think? i can wait for it to come la, cos i'm not hungry, as in seriously. i don't know why i keep repeating myself. i'm just feeling extremely tired &amp;amp; exhausted. not forgetting the fact that i have to keep a pleasant face in front of everyone, especially the pastor. he's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there' some colleague rivalry going on between my mom and some other woman. i swear what they're all doing is very stupid indeed. i can just laugh at their stupidity. basically what happened was that that lady, let's call her J, put some coffee maker on the table top near the pantry. it was left there for like a few weeks but nothing was done with it. so my mom asked who left it there, blahblah. asked her to take it away since no one was using it, put down there like waste space also. so J got mad, removed it &amp;amp; never talked to my mom ever again. &amp;amp; that was what, 3 weeks ago? i swear its so stupid. my mom tried talking to J after that but all she did was ignore her like as if she wan't there. wtf? doesn't that only happen in school? -.- oh, &amp;amp; just yestd some women colleagues bought J a basket of flowers &amp;amp; left my mom's name (plus other colleagues) out. this is an office so doesn't everyone work together? what is this, creating different 'cliques' now, SO SECONDARY/PRIMARY SCHOOL. i wanted to laugh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason behind the sudden secret flowers was bcos they wanted to encourage her, cos she wanted to resign apparently. my mom had to confront her colleagues &amp;amp; then you know what the best part was? they blamed her. even asked her to apologize. WTF? seriously, i didn't know what the fuss is all about. its just abt some stupid coffee maker what. and one colleague was like "christians shouldn't act like that mah, must treat everyone nice." wtf man. aren't we all human too? you can't expect ALL of us to be the same right. i mean, yes we try but sometimes we too commit mistakes. and J works in the 'missions' area, which exposes her to different types of ppl. so she met my mom &amp;amp; her confrontation, she can't even handle that? she isn't even suited for this job then. just a little bit &amp;amp; you give up. srsly. CHILDISH SHIT ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess all this ranting is boring everyone. i'm bored too but typing everything out's pretty good. hahahahahaah. i suddenly thought of what my mom told me. its abt the (fill-in-the-blanks) i dont even know if i'm allowed to say this here. let's just say its abt the boss's wife. she dresses like shit! no i'm serious. she looks like a coffee/tea maker. my mom's his secretary &amp;amp; she dressed better than her. ok, that was very bitchy of me, i know. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to find mother's day &amp;amp; father's day pictures for my mom cos she's in charge of the gifts. but i'm sidetracking, bcos there's internet for me hahaha. but i promise to get it done, maybe tmr. for now, i've got more paper cutting to do. i swear everyone's out to bully me. just bcos i'm just here part timr &amp;amp; the receptionist, everyone has this misconception that i'm extremely free. but piling me up with rubbish assignments make me extremely busy ok. adults are so lazy sometimes. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, off i go now. i guess i'll be back later. hahaha Childish woman just walked into the office &amp;amp; plastered that stupid grin on her face. she looks abit like Sally from Sally Salon. actually she looks very much like her, eeee, uncanny resemblance. maybe her mom likes playing Sally Salon... no i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthenbyeeeeeee. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-7711869386561514310?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/7711869386561514310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/right-back-to-work-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7711869386561514310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/7711869386561514310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/04/right-back-to-work-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/th_retro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-4661790399494152249</id><published>2009-03-30T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:34:05.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/photography-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/photography-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, i have decided to move back to blogger just to suit the needs of this nuffnang rubbish :) hahahaha no not really, i was just kidding. i just miss using blogger, what i now have 200plus posts up on livejournal. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'm at work now. my mom decided to lend me this laptop they have at their office. i'm supposed to be using this to get work done but i've been doing rubbish here, heh. each time someone walks into the office i'll pretend that i'm getting something done when i'm not. i know i'm such a pretender, and Adam hates people like that. phoo-yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom's out buying lunch for me now. i've only picked up 2 calls today bcos i blatantly choose to ignore the rest. yeah ok, slacker but thats how i like things to be done. :) plus, i've got wrapping to be done oh and not to forget, the sticking of labels on some stupid boxes. my job is boringzxzx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday we were looking at laptops! i can't wait to get one, i can't wait. my dad's just being his old self, saying that he doesn't wanna get it bcos i don't need it. what do you mean i don't need it? hello, its such a life saving tool (NOT) so i guess i'll just have to share the cost of it with him, knowing him, such a nag. blahblahblah. but yeah i've already spotted the one that i want, just gotta wait till moolah starts rolling in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was talking to Adam's sister earlier this morning, she's gna give birth soon! cos she claims that she has bear bear legs hahaha. i'm so excited pleaseeeeee. :) and she was showing me tons of baby clothes and shoes that she's gna get for little Andrea. hehh. we're gna dress her up once she comes out. ooohhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah okok time for me to get back to work, life's such a drag. =/ looking forward to seeing Mr Adam Soh later on. excited or what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-4661790399494152249?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/4661790399494152249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-have-decided-to-move-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4661790399494152249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/4661790399494152249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-have-decided-to-move-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y246/roxytoxy/rampage/th_photography-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737058728438082658.post-1329277964728585683</id><published>2009-03-30T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:13:05.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737058728438082658-1329277964728585683?l=razorblazor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/feeds/1329277964728585683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/03/testing-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1329277964728585683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737058728438082658/posts/default/1329277964728585683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razorblazor.blogspot.com/2009/03/testing-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>rozandrazor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13691764902729986626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
