<?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-2445455295102889131</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:27:39.677+08:00</updated><category term='u'/><title type='text'>dreams.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-6926635954705117880</id><published>2009-11-10T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:37:34.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MOVED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://remaerd.onsugar.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://remaerd.onsugar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6926635954705117880?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6926635954705117880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6926635954705117880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6926635954705117880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6926635954705117880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6017189795896185669</id><published>2009-11-08T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:08:27.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excellence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the topic of excellence has been raised quite frequently in my life, especially these few weeks. in fact, i just read Robb Thompson's 'The Endless Pursuit of Excellence'. it's a really good book, and it's really short (i read it in half an hour? and i'm a pretty slow reader). borrow it from me if you want! it's really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellence is really a journey, not a destination. and one thing i really took from it, 'people of excellence don't focus on what they're going through, but what they're going to'. and it's really so so true. so many times i keep looking at my situation and my circumstance, and i lose my focus on things that really matter, things of eternal value. it's then that the pursuit of excellence stops and i'm no longer moving forward. that cannot happen! 'excellence requires a daily striving for improvement'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine, it's time to really start taking steps to being a person of excellence, and never move backward, only forward. time to start setting your focus on the right things and really striving to improve in all areas of your life. please never let laziness or a lack of discipline cause you to lose focus. it is so critical to be excellent, only then will you be able to be a person of destiny and fufill what God put you on this earth to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God thank You for being so so so patient with me. thank You for reaching out to me and showing me what i really needed. thank You for using people and resources to get Your message clear to me. thank You for showing me how to apply the message practically. thank You for reminding me of what i can be, and showing me how slack i've become. thank You for correcting me, for i know that You correct those You love. thank You for Your love that surpasses all understanding, for Your grace that knows no end and for Your mercy that's overflowing. thank You for loving me with a love that i can never comprehend, a love that knows no end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6017189795896185669?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6017189795896185669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6017189795896185669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6017189795896185669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6017189795896185669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/excellence.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-84342760605402074</id><published>2009-11-04T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:07:27.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personal space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always amazes me how some people can share rooms with their siblings or have roommates for a prolonged time. yes, i enjoy it sometimes but i love my personal space. i feel weird even having alot of people in the house, let alone in my room. i like personal space and i think living alone is something i enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to not be able to play the guitar anytime i want because there are other people around. i don't like to not be able to wake up in the middle of the night and decide to go for a walk. i don't like to have to tell people if i'm not coming home. it's all too weird. i think i'm too used to having lots of personal space and freedom that it irks me to know that i don't have it any longer. huge adjustment indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, school has started and i really need to start studying. i've been lagging behind and i really don't like that. i know that i can keep up, no problem. i just gotta start. well, i will start. this term feels very different somehow. (don't ask me why, it's just a feeling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really want to go overseas!!! (usa or aust would be good). sg just seems so boring to me. there's so little to do in this tiny island. well, i hope i get to go overseas again! gotta save money and find a travel buddy too! (psst, MEL, finish your Os!) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i love my cousins and i love my cg alot alot! i'd love to travel with all my favourite people! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-84342760605402074?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/84342760605402074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=84342760605402074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/84342760605402074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/84342760605402074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/personal-space.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8422197355450257380</id><published>2009-10-30T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:01:43.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'm blogging just cause. and so many things have happened over the past month. for those of you who know, good for you. and of course i wanna say a huge thank you and i love you to zi and li and mel for everything! for the night at ECP, which i really needed and the real heart to heart talks that we had.. for your major reactions which made me realise how blinded i really was, for listening to me and having my back through it all. i love you babes. and for mel, for coming down to meet me as soon as i told you the news and for always always being with me through it all. i love you so so much and i'm so glad we're related. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have moved on. i realise that i was wasting my time on the wrong things, and i never really invested time on things that really mattered. i found out who my true friends are and we really bonded through all the horrors (literally) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mel i'm copying your style of posting now. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being with me through thick and thin for so long. you've really seen me go through so many things but yet you've always been there for me. our friendship has really endured alot, but i'm glad that we are here now. truly our friendship has been tested and it's coming forth as gold. i thank God that you're in my life and i really treasure you as a person and as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being so so hospitable. i never really took the time to get to know you in the past but i hope all that can change. we really bonded over the last week and i can see our friendship moving on to greater heights. i hope that we will be closer than ever before and i thank you for lending me your ear when i needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you,&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much! i wish you could move in with me! it's amazing how we think alike and how we can complete each other's thoughts. you're an amazing person and i really wish you all the success in the world. you are so talented and i really really want you to be able to showcase all that amazing talent. thank you for being with me through it all. we've really stuck it out together through thick and thin and you mean so much to me! i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to You,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for sending me such amazing friends to make my journey on earth a pleasant one. i love You with all my heart. thank You for cheering me up and for Your great sense of humour! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christine is happy. she's glad that she's loved, by the right people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8422197355450257380?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8422197355450257380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8422197355450257380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8422197355450257380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8422197355450257380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-304695742621933374</id><published>2009-10-27T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:31:19.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in class now and i'm really not absorbing anything. i have to read up more! conveyancing law is pretty tough and tiring cos i have 5 hours of it today (sucky timetable). anyway, the past few days have been really fun and tiring. but still fun. hahaha. i like late nights and east coast park and heart to heart talks and pasir ris and swings and prata and sleepovers and patches and onyx and friends and family and of course God for blessing me with all the good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm pretty low on energy right now and i still have a really long day ahead! lots of travelling to do as well.. i'm really not looking forward to that. on another note, i'm glad that my friends made me see what's best for me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class over (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-304695742621933374?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/304695742621933374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=304695742621933374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/304695742621933374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/304695742621933374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/now.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-4799100815835054090</id><published>2009-10-11T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:04:33.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After So Long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'm finally updating my blog! life has been good. i've already went to the states and came back (time passes so fast!) had an awesome time there, it's always great catching up with mum! so it was a fruitful trip and i'm glad that i went! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've been back i've been adapting to some changes to my life, which i'm not gonna post here for privacy's sake. anyway, i've been adapting and adjusting pretty well, so that's good too. i'm so so happy that i get to go for service live and i don't have to watch it online! (: heh and of course cg too! i missed E378 super super alot when i was there!! feels great to be back in the fellowship of great friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i met up with des for cycling (much needed exercise) at ECP! (one of my favourite places in SG!) well, it was really really fun!! we kept trying to cycle without holding the bike and managed to for a few seconds (HAHA!) yup, we should do it more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also had an impromtu outing with taukua! it was really really fun! hahahhaha (apples and iced chocolate and honey roasted almonds! heh) we went to marina sq, and then to town.. walked around, it was awesome! can read more about it on taukua's blog! (click the link that says 'sylvia').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, friday was my first cgm since i left for the states, and it was great!! (: after that i went on another impromptu outing, met up with uncle dave and aunty monica (they're in town for awhile- they live in aust). that was great too! haven't seen them in awhile so we caught up over drinks at serangoon gardens (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sat was good. service was awesome as usual! pastor kong preached from the book of Job, and it was a really good message, service was filled with the presence of God! (: after that we celebrated alvin's 21st birthday! (: went to swensen's at marina sq.. reached home pretty late and today i've got mtt later! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will update again (hopefully with pictures) soon. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-4799100815835054090?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4799100815835054090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=4799100815835054090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4799100815835054090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4799100815835054090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1460183881868989185</id><published>2009-08-30T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:03:41.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;One More Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay so i'm flying off in one week's time. i think about all the things i'm gonna miss while i'm there and i realise that it really doesn't matter. yes i'll miss all my loved ones here but i miss my mum so much that i really just wanna get there and see her asap! (i haven't seen her since dec 07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those of you who know me and my mum, you'll know that we're super close. she's like one of my best friends. and we used to go everywhere together, we even bathed together till i was like pri 5? haha. (water fights!) yes i really miss my mum and i can't wait to see her... it's been too long and i've missed out on too much of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh thank you God for giving me this chance to visit her. i'll make full use of it. i'm on my way! now all that's in my way is a 7 day wait and a 22hour flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to see my mummy!!!! (: (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1460183881868989185?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1460183881868989185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1460183881868989185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1460183881868989185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1460183881868989185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more-week.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5194825389589016912</id><published>2009-08-27T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:51:44.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the same power that conquered the grave lives in me, lives in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5194825389589016912?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5194825389589016912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5194825389589016912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5194825389589016912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5194825389589016912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/same-power-that-conquered-grave-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-7246630999454405668</id><published>2009-08-19T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:29:50.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we shouldn't ask "is God speaking?" but instead, we should ask "am i listening?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7246630999454405668?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7246630999454405668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7246630999454405668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7246630999454405668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7246630999454405668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-shouldnt-ask-is-god-speaking-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2614561134869605386</id><published>2009-08-18T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:09:55.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normalfont-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study Week.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's officially study week. i haven't been studying though. i know that i need to... ahh i gotta do well in my exams! ok i have 7 days to exams. i have 4 papers to conquer. sounds reasonable enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i seriously need to stop lazing around. i've been majorly tired (idk why) resulting in awfully long sleeping hours. which of course reduces productivity. oh well... i'm gonna start soon. hopefully i can finish one subject today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to look forward to... i'm in holiday mode already but i need to snap back to reality. (this is the problem when you give a break before exams and after projects) haha. well, for my holiday plans, they're kinda hanging in the air now but i hope they'll be secured soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i wanna do, so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2614561134869605386?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2614561134869605386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2614561134869605386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2614561134869605386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2614561134869605386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/study-week.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6494192107241931028</id><published>2009-08-12T00:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:11:06.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;To do list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so that i can see what i need to do. i really have to stop procrastinating cos i don't have time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;take passport photo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;renew passport&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack up room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;book plane ticket to usa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;shift out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;study for exams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;grocery shopping&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;prepare things for usa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i just really wanna go to the states. i wish i could teleport there now. i dread the 1 day long flight but i know it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i gotta start moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6494192107241931028?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6494192107241931028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6494192107241931028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6494192107241931028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6494192107241931028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-do-list.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2367485692730573527</id><published>2009-08-05T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:51:00.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this holidays, my life is going to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt that there are only 2 constants in life. &lt;br /&gt;1. God- He's the same yesterday, today and forever. He will never fail me and he will never forsake me. I know i can count on him no matter what. I love Him and i'll keep on loving him, for the rest of eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Change- never ever be too comfortable at where you're at. gotta keep changing, keep moving, keep progressing in life. never ever be in a comfort zone and refuse to move. cos new things bring forth new anointing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, change is about to happen and all i can say is 'hello change, we meet again'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2367485692730573527?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2367485692730573527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2367485692730573527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2367485692730573527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2367485692730573527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-holidays-my-life-is-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5398078865313846242</id><published>2009-08-03T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:08:25.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's that restlessness again. hello you, we haven't met in awhile. i see that you're still doing well. i hope i won't have to shove you aside again. i hope that you'll be fulfilled this time and go away peacefully. you're a tad bit early though and yes i know i have to start moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should be able to guess this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5398078865313846242?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5398078865313846242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5398078865313846242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5398078865313846242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5398078865313846242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-that-restlessness-again.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2070652387366676834</id><published>2009-08-01T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:16:14.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my stomach feels horrible now. it's the feeling that made me have a phobia of eating. (that phobia is no longer present). how i hate this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2070652387366676834?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2070652387366676834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2070652387366676834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2070652387366676834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2070652387366676834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-stomach-feels-horrible-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8392146765155077307</id><published>2009-07-30T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:40:06.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this... a poem which i wrote, dated 30.03.05, back when i was sec 2! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little girl is lost&lt;br /&gt;her face in dismay&lt;br /&gt;like a sheep which has gone astray&lt;br /&gt;her face as white as a sheet,&lt;br /&gt;not a word does she speak.&lt;br /&gt;tears of fear flow down her cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;like rain from the sky, &lt;br /&gt;pouring into a creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stranger walks all by himself,&lt;br /&gt;with eyes cast down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;he looks around but makes no sound,&lt;br /&gt;he's merely wandering around.&lt;br /&gt;on his face there is a frown,&lt;br /&gt;and in his thoughts, he's drowned,&lt;br /&gt;he suddenly picks up his pace,&lt;br /&gt;and disappears without a trace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who've read my poems, i hope you can say that i've improved! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8392146765155077307?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8392146765155077307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8392146765155077307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8392146765155077307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8392146765155077307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6079606682216014838</id><published>2009-07-27T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:43:28.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not crazy i'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;i know, right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;but stay a while and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;a different side of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unwell-matchbox 20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6079606682216014838?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6079606682216014838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6079606682216014838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6079606682216014838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6079606682216014838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-crazy-im-just-little-unwell-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1507245423198701460</id><published>2009-07-21T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:35:50.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam timetable out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BA1- 25/08/09, 9.30-11.30&lt;br /&gt;MBS- 25/08/09, 2.30-4.30&lt;br /&gt;Fam Law- 27/08/09, 2.30-4.30&lt;br /&gt;Contract Law- 28/08/09, 9.30-11.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, holidays till OCTOBER! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1507245423198701460?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1507245423198701460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1507245423198701460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1507245423198701460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1507245423198701460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/exam-timetable-out.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-911453643384712485</id><published>2009-07-17T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:00:43.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DESIREE ALEXIUS HO LI CHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zw7kAS9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/pnh0dTu5gEo/s1600-h/snapshot0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359270103542156242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zw7kAS9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/pnh0dTu5gEo/s320/snapshot0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, my peace sign obsessed friend. you are an awesome person, and now you're legal!! (: hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zw17F3oI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pWMrNHa-Z9s/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359270102028377730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zw17F3oI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pWMrNHa-Z9s/s320/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's you trying to strangle fathin.. haha! look at fathin's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zwgVnkoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uIsX3AOxqRM/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359270096234058370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zwgVnkoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uIsX3AOxqRM/s320/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's you with your buddies!! adam, ian and me!! and we all wore black on that day! heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zwdaqP0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/32uB-PY0Wco/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359270095449898818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zwdaqP0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/32uB-PY0Wco/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's when we got way too bored in class!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zv_fEqMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/pj0ppeVWfw0/s1600-h/snapshot0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359270087415343298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zv_fEqMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/pj0ppeVWfw0/s320/snapshot0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you playing with my hair..... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_tCjBVxoI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1fG10U5RbMs/s1600-h/snapshot0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359262709610563202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_tCjBVxoI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1fG10U5RbMs/s320/snapshot0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and eh. being you! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you des! thank you for being so real and being you. you've made my poly days interesting and fun! i wish we were still in the same class... but oh well! i'm thankful that i can tell you my secrets, and share stuff that i won't share with other people. i have gained an appreciation for peace signs and the beatles from you. and of course the joy of photo taking! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your special day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-911453643384712485?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/911453643384712485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=911453643384712485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/911453643384712485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/911453643384712485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/desiree-alexius-ho-li-ching-happy-18th.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/Sl_zw7kAS9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/pnh0dTu5gEo/s72-c/snapshot0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-3696603347989859771</id><published>2009-07-12T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:50:47.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's service was awesome. Dr. A.R. Bernard really preached an awesome sermon, and it really set me thinking. my security, identity and meaning should come from God. it gave me a whole new insight to what sin is. and i realise how much i need God's grace. i realise how great God is.. how patient He is. and how i need to model my life after His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the strength when i'm weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're my hope in despair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the light in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord You're always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is really no greater love than this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this thought came to my head randomly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"every process should progress"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in everything we do, we should aim for something better. life shouldn't just be about a journey on a straight road. it's an upward calling, an ongoing progression. do everything with excellence! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-3696603347989859771?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3696603347989859771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=3696603347989859771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3696603347989859771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3696603347989859771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflection.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-7786612866813818046</id><published>2009-07-07T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:35:47.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like typing proper sentences and linking them into paragraphs.. so here are some things which i wanna say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is amazing! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got back my mbs paper and did fairly well for it (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm loving my unlimited sms! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss cell group meetings!! haven't had cg for 6 weeks!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to get a better guitar! hahaha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to become a nerd and study like crazy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wanna tie dye so i gotta go get my white shirts asap! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i really wanna work but i don't think i can juggle work and school and do them both well! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to clean up my room.. it's in a terrible state now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wanna watch ice age 3!! hahahaha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to meet up with the cousins and friends soon! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;okay that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7786612866813818046?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7786612866813818046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7786612866813818046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7786612866813818046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7786612866813818046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5062168292380084428</id><published>2009-07-04T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:13:15.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need to ____________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i've been thinking about ________ lately.. i really feel __________. i need to just _______ and be __________ about ___________, and accept the fact that ___________. i know you probably won't understand what i'm talking about.. but i can't publish things about __________ here, cos i know that ___________ may read it, and then i'll ____________. so just make guesses as to what it is if you want! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is actually quite a serious matter. i don't know if i should _____________. anyway, ___________ is not a person. ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des i will tell you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5062168292380084428?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5062168292380084428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5062168292380084428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5062168292380084428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5062168292380084428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-3964941873681593010</id><published>2009-06-28T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:36:23.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't pry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i do not like it when people pry into my personal life. if i want to tell you, i will... and if i don't want to answer a question, drop the topic. this has happened before and i don't want it to happen again.. i just don't understand why people are so 'interested'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ask des, i've always got things to tell her... so if i really wanna tell you, i will call/sms/talk to you. if i don't tell you something... it's my decision. maybe the timing isn't right, maybe many factors are in the way, maybe i don't think i should tell you, or maybe i don't feel the need to. so please don't pry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise unless you're my close friend, i'll only tell you things on a need to know basis. so if you don't need to know it, you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-3964941873681593010?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-4727690036542431730</id><published>2009-06-27T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:50:07.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questioning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those days that i just question myself- my life, my purposes, everything. it just seems like i can do so much more in life, and i'm far from that destination. if you know me reasonably well, you'll know that i always ask 'what if'. i've made quite a few major decisions in my short 18 year life. decisions like which country to reside in, which parent to give custody to, which school to go to, which course to take, which religion to follow, and many more. i don't regret any decision that i've made, but sometimes i just wonder, what if. what if i chose differently, what would happen? it just makes me realise that life really is based on the choices we make. from day to day choices like what to eat, which bus to take... to more important ones, like choosing project mates, career path, schools...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my life so far has been eventful, interesting and unpredictable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-4727690036542431730?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4727690036542431730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=4727690036542431730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4727690036542431730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4727690036542431730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/questioning.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8186759985840719311</id><published>2009-06-23T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:31:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;many things have been happening recently, some good, some not so good. let's start with the good.. i got a new phone today, thanks to dad! (: even though i was against touch screen phones, this phone caught my attention, yes it's touch screen but i love it! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i met melina (my kindergarten classmate) the other day at tp! (: it was cool meeting her.. and i realise how far we've come! we've known each other for 15 years!! that's a REALLY LONG TIME!! hahaha. hope to have another kindergarten gathering soon, it's good to keep in touch with people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, projects are quite okay for now... contract's been done and basic ent just needs to be typed out.. go venture is done.. now i'm left with mbs... really hope i can do well this sem to pull up my gpa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dad's leaving tomorrow... he'll probably be gone for a month which means i'll be left alone again. haha. it's not good or bad, it's just an adjustment that has to be made.. i mean i'm 18 already, shouldn't rely on parents too much!! sometimes i just wanna go and work so i can be completely independent.. but i keep making excuses for myself.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's time for more contract law....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8186759985840719311?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8186759985840719311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8186759985840719311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8186759985840719311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8186759985840719311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/happenings.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-7171391362762395026</id><published>2009-06-13T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:19:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;if only i could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes i wish i could just let it all out. but i know i can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's when i'm most tired that i have the most fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really short. i think i'm starting to lose my interest for blogging, well or maybe i just don't wanna say everything here! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7171391362762395026?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7171391362762395026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7171391362762395026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7171391362762395026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7171391362762395026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-only-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-7645900038680366420</id><published>2009-06-11T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:40:15.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOUD CAMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just got back from LOUD camp 09! it was awesome!!! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more details next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i realised one thing though... technology has been so big a part of my life that i've forgotten the fun outside of it. during the camp, i realised that true fun doesn't come from the laptop or computer, it comes when i'm having fun with my friends, in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, sometimes though the world is always moving forward in technology, we have to move back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, my scalp is sunburnt!! OUCH. my shoulder too! and i can't find my aloe vera gel!!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7645900038680366420?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7645900038680366420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7645900038680366420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7645900038680366420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7645900038680366420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/loud-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6127946346562754850</id><published>2009-06-03T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:41:51.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all my life, i've always had to be the 'strong' one. whenever something went wrong at home, i had to be the one to stay strong and positive, even as a young girl. i realise that i'm always trying to stay strong in every situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it's just so hard.. because of this feeling of needing to be strong, i've never dared to show my weak side to anyone. no one has seen me at my weakest, except God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that was just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great day today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i didn't realise how much it still affects me, until it was mentioned again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6127946346562754850?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6127946346562754850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6127946346562754850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6127946346562754850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6127946346562754850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/stronger.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-919755581708249454</id><published>2009-06-01T00:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:51:32.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mini Emerge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so mini emerge has officially come to an end! this was the first time i performed in church (not counting crossing over during asia conference). yeap, and it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SiKy4wLQKzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JWKIVvhSscg/s1600-h/ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342028796089346866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SiKy4wLQKzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JWKIVvhSscg/s320/ME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us after the last performance at jw! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lately this song has been stuck in my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I can't imagine life without You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;without You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;cos it's all for You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;yea it's all for You God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's just so true.. i tried to imagine life without God, and it just wouldn't come to my head. all my life, God has been and still is my closest friend.. He's just so awesome, so faithful, so true. i'm so glad that i got to know Him when i'm still young.. so i can spend the rest of my life, with Him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love my daddy God, my best friend, my everything! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SiKy4wLQKzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JWKIVvhSscg/s1600-h/ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-919755581708249454?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/919755581708249454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=919755581708249454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/919755581708249454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/919755581708249454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/mini-emerge-okay-so-mini-emerge-has.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SiKy4wLQKzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JWKIVvhSscg/s72-c/ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-3505677161038356984</id><published>2009-05-22T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:12:56.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes words cannot comprehend feelings, the way poems do. sometimes, things are better left unsaid. sometimes, gestures are enough to express thoughts, and sometimes, we all need to just be quiet and observe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently took the DISC test thing online, not sure if it's accurate, but it shows that i'm a really high S. The description of S people in wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Steadiness:(Submission in Marston's time): People with High "S" styles scores want a steady pace, security, and do not like sudden change. High "S" persons are calm, relaxed, patient, possessive, predictable, deliberate, stable, consistent, and tend to be unemotional and poker faced. Low "S" intensity scores are those who like change and variety. People with Low "S" scores are described as restless, demonstrative, impatient, eager, or even impulsive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, somehow i don't think it's an accurate description of me. it just goes to show that not all psychology tests will fit everyone. cos personally i think none of our characteristics should be determined by a questionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well! hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i prefer poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://remaerd-me.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://remaerd-me.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-3505677161038356984?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3505677161038356984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=3505677161038356984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3505677161038356984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3505677161038356984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/words.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-636982460122627189</id><published>2009-05-15T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:36:31.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Annoyance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm annoyed now because i really want to sleep. but, the maid's at the house. and dad's asleep so she hasn't cleaned it yet. and if i sleep she can't start. SO ANNOYING. i know i get easily annoyed but i really really want to sleep! i'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm gonna ask her to clean my room first and i'll be off to sleep! (:&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/2445455295102889131-636982460122627189?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/636982460122627189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=636982460122627189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/636982460122627189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/636982460122627189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/annoyance.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8617152669758262308</id><published>2009-05-13T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:32:21.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition according to Webster's Revised Unabriged Dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In`de*pend"ence\, n. [Cf. F. ind['e]pendance.]&lt;br /&gt;1. The state or quality of being independent; freedom from dependence; exemption from reliance on, or control by, others; self-subsistence or maintenance; direction of one's own affairs without interference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sufficient means for a comfortable livelihood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that I was an independent person. That independence would be the word to descirbe my life. Recently, I've had a major wake up call from my dad. He told me I should be more independent. Why? Because I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence = free from dependence. I'm not free from dependence, becuase I still get allowance from my dad. I still live in a house that's under his name. I still need him to pay my bills. I still need so many things from so many people. The truth is i'm not independent, and as my dad puts it, I'm not a survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A survivor is someone who can survive by themselves. Someone independent, someone self-sufficient. My dad always tells me that I need to be a survivor. I mean, I can't keep relying on other people. I am 18 years old. That's old enough to be able to stand on my own two feet. I don't want to burden anyone with the responsibility of taking care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be independent. I need to be self-sufficient. I need to be financially capable of taking care of my own well-being. I need to grow up! My dad says that even though I'm 18, I don't behave that way. I think he's right. I need to live like I'm 18 and be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I was independent, until I saw a different perspective of things. I seriously need to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8617152669758262308?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8617152669758262308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8617152669758262308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8617152669758262308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8617152669758262308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/independence.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-4087828445439463813</id><published>2009-05-07T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:50:20.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know that mother's day is just around the corner.. i wish i could spend mine with my mum. but, i will definitely make it up to her when i go to USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK5JLsvsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/aamBrUUx9gw/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766516849721026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK5JLsvsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/aamBrUUx9gw/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my arrival at MSP airport.. in dec 07. that's the last time i saw my mum! a really long time ago.. she's such an inspiration to me. she's more than just my mum, she's my friend.. and i really miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK4x5_AEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C6eE01Hrr_w/s1600-h/IM000838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766510601404482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK4x5_AEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C6eE01Hrr_w/s320/IM000838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we have fun together (: we put up our hoods just for fun and we were laughing at each other in the process! hahaha! (: even though i was complaining about the cold, looking back at pictures only bring back good memories.. memories of the times we've shared together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK40IJ6RI/AAAAAAAAAXw/NWJ7W-KV5r4/s1600-h/snapshot0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766511197710610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK40IJ6RI/AAAAAAAAAXw/NWJ7W-KV5r4/s320/snapshot0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to share food all the time! (from mc donald's happy meals when i was younger to our traditional banana splits). each time i look at a meal i can't finish, or a nice meal, i think of how much nicer it would be if i could share it with my mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK4u18XzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NlunXJfrD5s/s1600-h/snapshot0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766509779148594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK4u18XzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NlunXJfrD5s/s320/snapshot0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the scenery.. i was never quite the nature lover. it was mostly inspired by my mum. she would be the one to point out the nice sky.. show me many pictures, and tell me how beautiful the sky looked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK4S7YF3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/WxjlAahuYEM/s1600-h/snapshot0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766502285743986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK4S7YF3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/WxjlAahuYEM/s320/snapshot0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now realise how beautiful it is, and i wish, she was here so i could share this with her. i wish i could stand with her and just gaze at the beauty of the sky, just like how she taught me to. now i know, i've got to slow down, appreciate the things i so often take for granted. now i know, that no matter what, the world is a beautiful place, if only i can see. sometimes it's not the image but the perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've become a strong mature and independent woman. i've learned to appreciate nature, put my trust in God no matter what, and dream big dreams. i've seen them happen for my mum, and i know they can happen for me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a woman full of strength, character and love,&lt;br /&gt;to a woman sent to me from above,&lt;br /&gt;to a woman who showed me life,&lt;br /&gt;to a woman who shared her life,&lt;br /&gt;to a woman as beautiful as the stars,&lt;br /&gt;to a woman i dearly love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum,&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy mother's day! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-4087828445439463813?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4087828445439463813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=4087828445439463813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4087828445439463813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4087828445439463813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SgHK5JLsvsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/aamBrUUx9gw/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-7431077926492557280</id><published>2009-05-01T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:12:11.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Coming Home Early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, most of the time, parents would be happy if their kids just came home right after school and stayed home to study or something. so me, being a kid, i'll try to come home early sometimes. and yes, i've been coming home straight from school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i try to be a good daughter and make my dad happy. now here's where things become funny. when i come back early, an empty house greets me cos my dad's out with his friends. he'll just sms "have dinner before coming back." haha! so that makes me feel like i wasted an opportunity to go out! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some people would die to have the freedom i do. i guess that once you've got it, you realise... it's not such a big deal after all. and more than that, you think like a responsible adult. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which is better, curfews or freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7431077926492557280?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7431077926492557280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7431077926492557280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7431077926492557280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7431077926492557280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-home-early.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2067393405064434389</id><published>2009-04-24T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:09:16.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bad Experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok i don't know if i should categorise this as a bad or hilarious experience. but since i've already titled the post, i'll just leave it as that. lol. well, here's what happened. today was supposedly my first tutorial of year 2. that's my cds tutorial, cross-cultural psychology. it was from 4 to 6 today. i had no class before that, so i went to school specially for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what happened. upon reaching school, i realised i was still early for class so i decided to take a look at the cca fair going on (i need to join a cca, any recommendations?). anyway, when it was about 3.50pm, i decided to head to class. it was at engineering school... i walked around the concourse level a couple of times and could not find block 17! and it was after awhile that i realised the blocks on level 3 and level 4 are different. so while i was at block 14 at level 3, it was block 17 at level 4. confusing huh? so after quite some time, i finally found block 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy that i was still not that late, i made my way to the classroom. to my horror, it was locked and dark. no one was there. so i thought the people waiting outside were my classmates. i waited for a while. it was then that i realised, i was surrounded by indians. now don't get me wrong, i've got nothing against indians. it's just that if you're surrounded by them and no one else, you kinda know that you're at the wrong place. they just kept streaming in, and started filling the classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing for a fact that i didn't belong there, i left and did not go for tutorial. thus marks my supposed first tutorial of year 2. oh how eventful, i'll never forget it! and it's now that i'm thankful for how organised business school is (there's only 1 block!) haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope my future tutorials will be uneventful, happy and productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2067393405064434389?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2067393405064434389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2067393405064434389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2067393405064434389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2067393405064434389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2385895476124296982</id><published>2009-04-23T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:54:11.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Year 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now in year 2 in poly, and it's not quite as friendly as year 1. it didn't take it's time to set in, it just crashed down. even before i know my classmates, i've already got assignments to print out, projects to work on and a whole lot of notes. and i have only gone to school for 2 days. TWO. TWO. (i had no school today) amazing how the internet makes things move so fast. i don't know my classmates, my tutors, or even the complete syllabus. but i know i've got huge assignments and projects already waiting for me online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow calls for printing at ilaw! and it's my first tutorial! hahaha Cross-cultural psychology. is anyone else taking that??? LOL. oh well. we'll just have to see. on a side note, i'm meeting colin tmr! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2385895476124296982?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2385895476124296982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2385895476124296982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2385895476124296982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2385895476124296982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/year-2.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-4533269082874243270</id><published>2009-04-21T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:41:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Back to School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long holiday, it's back to school for me! the first week's only lectures... boring! haha. anyway, i'm gonna try and go for lectures more often, even though i dun think they help me at all. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this sem in school will bring me good project mates, good grades and a fun time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBS is BORING. hahaha. i don't understand how it applies to law. haha! des and i left halfway during the break cos we were dying of boredom! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's all. more @ lj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-4533269082874243270?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4533269082874243270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=4533269082874243270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4533269082874243270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4533269082874243270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2952019073565204859</id><published>2009-04-20T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:57:43.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Balance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i've reached a point in life where i've swung to 2 extremes (between cg and ministry). i've been to the extreme of "all ministry", and i'm currently at the extreme of "all cg". i know the only way to do them both right is to strike a balance! i need to find the balance, to be involved in both, committed in both, and do well in both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holidays, i'm determined to find that balance, and i will. i love E378 and i love strikeforce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am going to set more realistic goals, for me to achieve this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;renew my passport! (must do, not an option)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pass BTT (03.04.09- PASSED!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;play pool 3 times (COMPLETE!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch 5 movies (COMPLETE!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack my wardrobe! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish reading "Good morning, Holy Spirit" (1/2 complete)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go out with Taukua! (MET ON 22/03/09!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go out with Des when she comes back! (MET!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go running/gym/swimming at least once! (DONE!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;strike a balance between cg &amp;amp; sf. (DONE!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since these are all goals, my deadline is 20 April. so this post will be dated 20 April, to remind myself what i need to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2952019073565204859?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2952019073565204859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2952019073565204859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2952019073565204859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2952019073565204859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/balance-ive-reached-point-in-life-where.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8227642195028167606</id><published>2009-04-18T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:07:44.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Time either flies or stands still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this holidays i've done quite alot of things, or at least i'd like to believe so! somehow time seemed to fly and come monday i've to go back to school and face 6 new modules all over again. make new friends, since i'm in different class from des.... :( oh well, everything happens for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since 27 feb, i've just been doing things... (no work, no school) and yet i've managed to be quite busy everyday. amazing huh. well, now as i type this, time seems to be standing still. it seems like time always goes slower when you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i hope for better time management when school starts. i know i'll have more responsibilities cos they won't just fade away. and yes, i'll have alot less free time. i'm determined to be a better student this semester.. i need to pull my grades up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm hoping for a promising semester. year 2.1, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8227642195028167606?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8227642195028167606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8227642195028167606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8227642195028167606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8227642195028167606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-either-flies-or-stands-still.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5501861658862529497</id><published>2009-04-06T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:12:09.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eventful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things happened these few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT: 1st gig of the year with strikeforce (pathetic i know) hahaha. played for children's church easter egg hunt at jurong. it was ok... very hot. hahaha! played hot summer only, so quite a short gig. after that rush off to service! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN: hahahaha super fun! can't disclose information here, ask me if you want. anyway, in between of fun was MTT. teached the new ppl how to play loop. only got to space jam and rock beat. haha quite slow but oh well. after that, fun till 1am plus, cabbed home! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MON: just sent dad off in the morning.. he's off to china for idk how long... gonna miss him!! &amp;amp; i havent decided what to do later yet.. hope it's more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....... i sometimes feel that blogs are too exposed to reveal information. so most things on my blog are really.... well on the surface. nothing too deep, not much feelings expressed if you notice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all! bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5501861658862529497?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5501861658862529497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5501861658862529497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5501861658862529497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5501861658862529497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-516607021375211869</id><published>2009-03-31T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:25:00.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;POST A COMMENT AND I'LL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Tell you why i friended you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Associate you with a song / movie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell a random fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell a first memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Associate you with an animal / fruit.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;7. In return, you must post this in your own LJ/ blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-516607021375211869?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/516607021375211869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=516607021375211869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/516607021375211869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/516607021375211869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-comment-and-ill-1.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1241925936880801617</id><published>2009-03-22T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:00:39.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Water at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love water bodies at night. like East coast park at night. i think back and remember my sec 3 days... i'd go to ECP almost everyday after school, and sometimes in the middle of the night. it was so refreshing, so carefree. i just love to watch the waves crash on the breakwater, listen to the sounds of the water, the wind.. smell the air and just gaze at the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to find a friend who can just chill late into the night, at a random breakwater and talk about everything. i want to go to the beach so badly. i love the water. since young, i've been highly exposed to the water. my first visit to the pool was when i was just 6 months old, and i first entered the sea when i was about 1. ever since then, the water has been close to my heart. which is why i joined canoeing back in sec school. it's just different from other sports like basketball or soccer. and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get into sports again, but my back's injured and i can't do alot of things. that's really sad though.. sometimes i wished i never knew, maybe then i wouldn't be too cautious. and i'd probably still be paddling now. i want the water. like natural water not swimming pool chlorine filled water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh this calls for a nice swimming trip to port dickson.. i rmb my dad and i used to go there for about a week, swim twice a day and sleep in between. it was awesome.. and the trip ended with a swim at kota tinggi, a waterfall. ahhh the water....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna chill at ECP/pasir ris park at NIGHT, call me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER ROCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1241925936880801617?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1241925936880801617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1241925936880801617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1241925936880801617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1241925936880801617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-363120107995308645</id><published>2009-03-18T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:46:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Walks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;heh. yesterday had cg planning with keeve and alvin.. alvin and i walked from city hall to clarke quay to meet keeve, talk, plan and had dinner.. after that, we decided to go play pool! hahaha. so we walked through fort canning park, to dhoby ghaut (paradiz center). hahaha! after that, we decided to walk so we didn't have to take the red line. so we walked to Bugis! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i love to walk! i think that it's a form of exercise that's enjoyable, but still keeps you fit! hahaha we took photos along the way too.. they're with alvin! hahahahaha! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; because of drumfest 08 (held at fort canning), i was able to navigate from clarke quay to dhoby ghaut! (yay me!) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna walk more! 1 day i'll just walk all over singapore, see where it takes me! after all, our island is a small one! some people's houses overseas are as big/bigger than our whole country! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to walking! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-363120107995308645?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/363120107995308645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=363120107995308645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/363120107995308645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/363120107995308645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/walks.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-632988761513890399</id><published>2009-03-15T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:10:39.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MTT! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's MTT was super fun! hahahaha. all thanks to the tinydangerouswetrandomsoccerplayingshoesteppinglaphittingpokingbaptisedmilo (VERENA!) hahaha! we played throughout MTT and i felt like i was 5 years old! hahahaha! for once in a very long time, i enjoyed myself at MTT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; VERENA WILL NEVER GET MY SHIRT! hahahaha (she wants my shirt cos it has the pioneer thingy &amp;amp; her's doesnt even though she joined 4 years earlier than me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the new people were.... NEW. hahahaha nothing much to describe cos i don't know anyone. ALOT of people showed up, and for the first time since i joined (June 2008), the room actually felt too small. so we did some playing... nothing new really. hahahaha! i'm glad i joined earlier cos they had to sign contract and be on probation for 5 months! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, MTT was fun, &amp;amp; i look forward to more "sessions in the playground". hahahahaha! VERENA ILY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-632988761513890399?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/632988761513890399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=632988761513890399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/632988761513890399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/632988761513890399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/mtt-todays-mtt-was-super-fun-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1595102574492882403</id><published>2009-03-11T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:00:17.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back my results. just die. just die. just die. i can just dig a grave and bury myself. like now. totally think that my effort did not pay at all. like seriously. so annoying. i just feel like i'm wasting my time. AHHHHHHHH. what did i do wrong to deserve such sucky grades? just die la. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for the negativity but i just need to let it all out. i've never done badly for any major exam in my life. like NEVER. so this comes as a huge blow to me. like wth happened to my brains! did they just vanish into thin air? or are they depleting as i grow older? i seriously don't know what's the problem with me. ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1595102574492882403?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1595102574492882403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1595102574492882403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1595102574492882403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1595102574492882403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-die.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-4213787775221932920</id><published>2009-03-02T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:03:44.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok so the holidays are here. sadly i can't go to usa this time :( words cant express how much i really want to go.......... anyway, i'm jus gonna have to wait...... :( :( my patience is really being tested big time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, seeing that i'm not going overseas, i've got 1 and a half months of absolute freedom. dad wants me to work, but i really really dun want to. i want the money but i just don't see a reason for me to work. i mean i've got all my life to work right, so why start now? when i should be enjoying myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so far i haven't exactly embarked on my job search.. side note: dad just got rid of a flying beetle that landed next to me. hahaaha! so well... i've enjoyed these past few days... SHOPPING! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things i wanna do this holidays.. here's my to-do list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHOP MORE! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;renew my passport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find a job and work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish reading "Good morning, Holy Spirit" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a new hairstyle &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get an acoustic guitar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a new handphone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake at least once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch 5 movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play pool &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to sentosa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to malaysia at least once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go for a professional massage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean out my wardrobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fill up my wardrobe with new clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to the zoo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sit on the gmax thing at clarke quay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;okay, 18 things to do for an 18 year old girl. 1 and a half months. will i make it? only time will tell! i hope i fulfill them all! i'll prob renew my passport tmr. LOL. have been procrastinating for way too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! (des i blogged) hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-4213787775221932920?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4213787775221932920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=4213787775221932920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4213787775221932920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4213787775221932920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-ok-so-holidays-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1640559811373197546</id><published>2009-02-17T23:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:43:46.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taukuas are beating humans! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today 2 happy taukuas met to do something not so fun- study! BUT, being the fun loving taukuas they are, they still had loads of fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the first taukua, pretty crazy.... happy i suppose, and cant sit properly! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXQNDdUnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sE_cy2Icg9U/s1600-h/snapshot0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303788184564224626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXQNDdUnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sE_cy2Icg9U/s320/snapshot0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, what's the first taukua without her taukua friend.... who also is happy and can't sit properly! (you see, there's no such thing as proper etiquette in taukua school) hahaha, can't blame them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXPz_pVoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BvIzVdx4hnY/s1600-h/snapshot0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303788177837348482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXPz_pVoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/BvIzVdx4hnY/s320/snapshot0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, being the bright taukuas they are, they know that reading too much isn't good for the eyes, and green is the colour that can relax it... and so, they picked an ideal spot.... here's their view from their studying spot! pretty cool huh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXPk1b5FI/AAAAAAAAAXA/pXWPF3ql928/s1600-h/snapshot0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303788173767992402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXPk1b5FI/AAAAAAAAAXA/pXWPF3ql928/s320/snapshot0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in order to commemorate their achievement, they decided to take a picture, a memorial, something that they'd be able to look back at and appreciate...... so here it goes, they took, their feet! (: (taukuas always think outside the box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXP0ca0dI/AAAAAAAAAXI/iX2gxLMsDLA/s1600-h/snapshot0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303788177958031826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXP0ca0dI/AAAAAAAAAXI/iX2gxLMsDLA/s320/snapshot0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;the media happened to realise this, and saw the awesome picture they took, and asked them to pose for a photograph which would appear in the newspapers, with the headlines "taukuas are beating humans!" and so, they agreed and decided to pose as well as they could.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXPUPWTeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PamfiaaFbDU/s1600-h/snapshot0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303788169313275362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXPUPWTeI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PamfiaaFbDU/s320/snapshot0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;the article was published, and humans were left wanting more... but, like every great story, the taukua one would have to end with,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be continued..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1640559811373197546?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1640559811373197546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1640559811373197546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1640559811373197546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1640559811373197546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/taukuas-are-beating-humans-well-today-2.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZrXQNDdUnI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sE_cy2Icg9U/s72-c/snapshot0093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-7287816371175986196</id><published>2009-02-16T17:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:22:45.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Study Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZkvT91t71I/AAAAAAAAAWw/vAUUY25yQzM/s1600-h/snapshot0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303322056269360978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZkvT91t71I/AAAAAAAAAWw/vAUUY25yQzM/s320/snapshot0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i should probably be studying right about now. well, i tried. i did a whole microecons test paper, only to realise that no answers were provided. wonderful. LOL! so anyway, i'm meeting taukua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tmr, finally! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i should get back to studying i think. lol. i woke up at 2.30pm and still feel like sleeping! i think i haven't eaten ice cream in the longest time..... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7287816371175986196?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7287816371175986196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7287816371175986196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7287816371175986196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7287816371175986196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/study-week.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SZkvT91t71I/AAAAAAAAAWw/vAUUY25yQzM/s72-c/snapshot0070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-7251206568756631094</id><published>2009-02-15T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:18:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Burning Question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i've got a question that i've been dying to ask you. it's been on my mind for a very long time, i just can't seem to verbalise it. and i really don't know why. it's something which means alot to me, something very close to my heart, and definitely of high importance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you'll say yes. i guess i'm too afraid to ask cos i'm scared of an undesirable answer. but i know, i've gotta ask if i wanna know. it's just that i can't seem to find the right time or environment to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's the burining question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i go to america in march?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really want to. so so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will ask soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7251206568756631094?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7251206568756631094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7251206568756631094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7251206568756631094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7251206568756631094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/burning-question.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1616792374262042362</id><published>2009-02-14T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:49:15.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Embrace Change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;recently, alot has changed around me. instead of shunning it all, i've chosen to embrace it instead. it feels good to always be one step ahead. i'm overly independant so if friends choose to leave, i'm gonna be fine without them. it's just one of life's changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we gotta move on, to greater heights. leave behind all the 'baggage', even if it means dismantling friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've moved on, and i look forward to a brighter future. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des i will tell u more when i see you! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1616792374262042362?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1616792374262042362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1616792374262042362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1616792374262042362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1616792374262042362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/embrace-change.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5215811832660456905</id><published>2009-02-08T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:42:42.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We have Multiplied!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! (: friday was multiplication cg and it was great! well, i'm still in E378 under keeve (: joce's cg is N454!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the cg is smaller now, i'm really excited cos i know that we're in a new place now. there'll be more challenges and more things to do, but i really look forward to it. and what greater way to start things off, than to go to morning prayer! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now keeve's cg is: me, alvin, cass, sock, corbin, samantha, liyong, huiyuan, kenny, shaoming, rongxian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joce's cg is: diana, alex, alicia, alvin, gary, junting, simon, daniel, jasmine, suann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really gonna miss some people, especially diana, she brought me to church! but i know we'll still keep in touch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to a new move of God! i'm so excited, and next week it's waking up at 5am for me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5215811832660456905?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5215811832660456905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5215811832660456905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5215811832660456905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5215811832660456905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-multiplied-yay-friday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6626427639211249260</id><published>2009-02-06T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:28:57.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Needs v Wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;many times i get to caught up in my wants that i forget or overlook my needs. things like playing guess the sketch instead of studying, completely bad judgement and use of time on my part. however, as far as it goes, what really defines needs and wants? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's subjective, very subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example: going to usa for a month. most people would consider it a want, some even think of it as a fantasy. but to me, it's definitely a need. i need my mum no matter what and i really really miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, when i tell people sometimes they just don't understand. and i know they never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it's really difficult to find people who really have the ability to put on someone else's shoes, to think from their perspective. it's sad that nowadays, people get too caught up with expressing themselves that they fail to acknowledge the fact that everyone's an individual, and has his or her own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's where i quote anne frank "paper has more patience than people". and you wonder why i have tonnes of poem books. if you don't already know... hahaha. and to all my friends, it's not that i dun wanna tell you things.. it's just that sometimes, the words just wont come out. it's difficult to talk about certain things. so give me time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, CG MULITPLICATION IS TMR! or rather... in 17 hours time! (: so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6626427639211249260?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6626427639211249260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6626427639211249260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6626427639211249260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6626427639211249260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/needs-v-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8543439828261469203</id><published>2009-02-03T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:44:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In His Hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;recently, i met up with ruoning, my good friend and canoeing partner when i was still in tms canoeing. it was really nice catching up with her, and it's amazing to see how far we've come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, looking at her all tanned and more muscular, i realised that could have been me. if i had ignored everything and continued canoeing, i could have turned out like that. at first, it seemed pretty good- getting gold medals, keeping fit, and having such a strong passion for the sport. but then as i reflected again, i realised that i'm really glad i'm not that girl. i'm glad that i'm here and not at macritchie paddling so hard. i'm glad that i've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess sometimes in life, we don't realise what God has in store for us. when i was in canoeing, i thought that was it, i thought that was what i had to do. but as i slowly drifted away from canoeing, i realise that i'm now doing greater things, and i'm happier at where i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just goes to show how life will always turn out better when placed in the Master's hand, after all, He makes all things beautiful in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my God! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8543439828261469203?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8543439828261469203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8543439828261469203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8543439828261469203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8543439828261469203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-his-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6719347818157797559</id><published>2009-02-01T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:09:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des! this one's for you! it is a whole new list (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm excited for cell group multiplication on friday! (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my fingers are peeling from playing guitar... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have an exam on my birthday :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm a violent sleeper- i talk, whack, scratch myself or whoever's sleeping next to me! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's almost impossible to wake me up in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i talk rubbish when i'm tired.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm quite fierce when it comes to projects..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i always wonder 'what if'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my waistline increased recently :( NO NONO!! :( must lose weight! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't have a 'dream wedding' &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my feet get pain when i look at really high heels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i enjoy alone time (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i once had an imaginary pig called trixie, who lived in my pocket. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's in my culture to give hugs freely (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have a wardrobe solely for jackets, cos i get cold easily. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i turn blue when i'm cold, and slowly become numb. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;girlfriends are way more important than boys. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm craving for mac's curly fries now.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i cannot stand bad english. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think manual cars are more fun than auto cars. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to dye my hair blonde just to see how i look.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when i don't know what to eat, i usually buy the default, grilled fish. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost my whole wardrobe is from america or australia. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have many secrets which i've yet to tell anyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i prefer looking at girls than guys, but i am 100% straight! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;i tag: desiree (cos u said 25 isn't enough). and whoever's interested in doing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6719347818157797559?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6719347818157797559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6719347818157797559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6719347818157797559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6719347818157797559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1003864248568830251</id><published>2009-01-31T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:16:59.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Late nights, great company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just got back from a late night movie with my beloved cg! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to go for late night movies once or twice a week, but haven't been going until today. it's really fun and i look forward to more of such outings (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that i bond most with people when i'm super tired. which also explains the effects of camp. hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my cg. and btw, multiplying in the previous post refers to cell group multiplication. so no, i am not having babies des! hahahahaha! the things my friends think of.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my tired brain can only function this much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1003864248568830251?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1003864248568830251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1003864248568830251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1003864248568830251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1003864248568830251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-nights-great-company.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5348166571948395322</id><published>2009-01-29T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:01:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are multiplying soon!!! (: i'm so excited! YAY!!!! i don't know what else to say about it, i'm just so full of expectancy for something GREATER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the sidenote, i'm hungry! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5348166571948395322?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5348166571948395322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5348166571948395322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5348166571948395322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5348166571948395322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/excited-we-are-multiplying-soon-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8771298391108518690</id><published>2009-01-26T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:35:31.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the majority of sg, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noise pollution,&lt;br /&gt;unopened stores,&lt;br /&gt;ultimate boredom.&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible songs,&lt;br /&gt;disturbing lights,&lt;br /&gt;unhealthy snacks,&lt;br /&gt;that's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't celebrate it and i don't see a reason why i should.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8771298391108518690?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8771298391108518690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8771298391108518690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8771298391108518690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8771298391108518690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2410345083861744462</id><published>2009-01-19T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:29:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Birthday Wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know it's a little early but well, hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to USA in March!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving licence! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Real living breathing piglet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acoustic guitar (: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digicam!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Professional massage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sponsored shopping trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guitar tuner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Converse shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i'm gonna be 18 soon! LOL. i feel old! hope all my wishes come true (: yeah, observe the list is getting longer by the day! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2410345083861744462?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2410345083861744462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2410345083861744462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2410345083861744462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2410345083861744462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-wishes-okay-i-know-its-little.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8201552107868070368</id><published>2009-01-17T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:16:33.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Best Year Yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2009 is really looking up for me! so many opportunities, and i have to say i'm riding on a whole new wave. i'm beginning to see how the pieces of my life have so slowly but surely fit nicely together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that, i'm really excited for 2009! and i really wanna get my priorities right this time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been so true for me, my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;"He makes all things beautiful in His time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels so great to be able to rely on someone GREATER, STRONGER, ALMIGHTY, WONDERFUL, and of course, my BEST FRIEND, my KING, my LORD, my SAVIOUR, the CREATOR OF THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my God. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8201552107868070368?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8201552107868070368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8201552107868070368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8201552107868070368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8201552107868070368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-year-yet-2009-is-really-looking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6645900442700480370</id><published>2009-01-11T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:38:07.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;stress to it's maximum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i need to go up on some mountain and scream so loud that there's an echo. this stress is driving me crazy and it won't go away till i'm done with my projects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6645900442700480370?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6645900442700480370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6645900442700480370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6645900442700480370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6645900442700480370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/stress-to-its-maximum.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-7089099862474364108</id><published>2009-01-08T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:09:09.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i absolutely hate doing group projects. it's so annoying especially when your group mates don't pull their weight. this sem, most of my groups are ok.. people turn up for meetings, do work and contribute.. so that's pretty good. however, for crim law, it's a totally different story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like... we were supposed to have meeting today and everyone just disappeared. i'm a pretty flexible person so i usually won't mind... BUT, our project is due NEXT WEEK. like 14 JAN. and we haven't started. and yet, they think it's more important to go and find girls. AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have a very straightforward rule. i will do the project, even my group mates parts if they don't contribute. i'll do the entire thing. but, i will simply fail them for peer appraisal and give them 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to crim law now.....&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7089099862474364108?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7089099862474364108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7089099862474364108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7089099862474364108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7089099862474364108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/projects.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6794003899275260961</id><published>2009-01-06T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:25:58.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caught up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in 2008, i've been too caught up with trying to get involved with things like debate, strikeforce, my little problems in my little world and well you get the picture. i realise, i haven't had time to really treasure what's really important to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come 2009, i'm gonna set my priorities right. it's time to focus on the more important things in life.. family, close friends, cell group.. and most importantly, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all the "time-fillers", "social experiments", "hopes of involvement" and "new discoveries", please, take a back seat in my life cos i've got WAY MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's too short to waste it on the unimportant, the ungrateful and the undesirable. it's time to do the important for the grateful, and to do what's desirable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to a greater year ahead! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6794003899275260961?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6794003899275260961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6794003899275260961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6794003899275260961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6794003899275260961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/caught-up.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6937442439989883076</id><published>2009-01-03T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:09:37.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reconnect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes we move to fast that we leave others behind. it's time to stop trying to be the first, but rather walking next to friends... running the race of life at a slower pace but with better company. no man is an island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a brand new start, a new year. i'm glad to say that i've reconnected with a few friends whom i've lost touch with over 2008, and even before that. it's always nice to know you're not forgotten, and somewhere out there someone still wants to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you left anyone behind? time to meet up with an old friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad losing friends, so make the effort to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6937442439989883076?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6937442439989883076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6937442439989883076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6937442439989883076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6937442439989883076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/reconnect.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1731162637242275214</id><published>2009-01-01T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:05:43.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Brand New Start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 2009! well, the last few hours of 2008 saw me dancing in high heels and singing along to both old and new songs. the Eurasian Association Ball was pretty cool. yeah there were loose ends here and there but it was an experience nonetheless. dancing with family and i tell you eurasians love to dance! hahaha. the dance floor was so packed that people started dancing in between tables at the Marina Mandarin Ballroom. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, cheers to all the partying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, 2009 means starting fresh! i'm gonna make it my best year yet. 2008 saw me getting stronger, overcoming many obstacles and of course, getting many surprises and unexpected blows along the way. i'm not gonna elaborate on the details (leaving my past behind, rmb?!) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, i hope 2009 will be a more stable year for me. i just feel so liberated from everything that happened in 2008. so here's a toast to all my friends and family who've stuck by me, all the future friends who will be added, and all the new experiences i'll have in 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm wishing you an awesome 2009 as well! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1731162637242275214?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1731162637242275214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1731162637242275214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1731162637242275214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1731162637242275214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/brand-new-start-happy-2009-well-last.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6806518776503899719</id><published>2008-12-29T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:17:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What would you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you've got no real family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've been living a lie?&lt;br /&gt;if everything you've known is false?&lt;br /&gt;if your closest friend has been keeping a secret?&lt;br /&gt;if you found out you were abandoned?&lt;br /&gt;if you find yourself living a movie plot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's in times that you think there's no where else to go, no one else to turn to, that God's love shows itself so strongly that you just get swept away. it's when you know, Jesus is the only one who will ever be all-loving, all-true, all-present, and all for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6806518776503899719?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6806518776503899719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6806518776503899719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6806518776503899719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6806518776503899719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-would-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-3431210135275958276</id><published>2008-12-27T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:51:58.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;New Year, New Style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, the new year is approaching really soon. so i'm gonna make changes to my life. starting with this blog! reading back, i realised my blog entries are rather boring as i'm always holding back so as not to offend anyone. well, that's not gonna be the case anymore. come 2009, i'm gonna express my opinions openly. (i am a highly opinionated person, in case you didn't already know). so if i do offend you, jus click the 'x' at the top right hand corner of the screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do expect more controversy, more about what i REALLY think about the things around me. BTW, i analyse people and things, ALOT. so i happen to know alot of things even if no one tells me. it's OBSERVATION. and i'm not gonna be afraid to write it down. no more being sweet and nice and happy about everything. it's time to start sharing MY VIEWS. if you disagree, here's what i have to say to you. "i'm glad we have different views, it shows that we're both thinking, and not easily swayed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started this new style of blogging at lj already. i'm gonna tag my posts so you know exactly what i'm referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to a new start! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-3431210135275958276?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3431210135275958276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=3431210135275958276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3431210135275958276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3431210135275958276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-new-style.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5957725787520668522</id><published>2008-12-25T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:41:14.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Christmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, christmas for me has always meant spending time with the family, going to church and exchanging presents. this year however, saw it all so differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, this is my FIRST christmas without my mummy around. needless to say, i really miss her and wish that she was here with me. it just feels different... like incomplete. and i havent sent out her christmas present yet! (it's really late!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i had church on christmas eve, instead of christmas day. again, different from usual years. hahahaha. but as usual, the church service doesn't disappoint and the drama, candlelight service and christmas carols sure set the mood for christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we have the oh-so-traditional exchanging of presents. well, i won't complain but it seems that the older you get, the less presents you receive. people just don't know what to buy for others and hence, most people just give money instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this year something interesting happened. hahahaha. i had cramps, broke out in cold sweat and almost fainted while i was at godma's house... so i had to lie in the sofa and take medicine and sleep! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! hope yours was a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5957725787520668522?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5957725787520668522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5957725787520668522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5957725787520668522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5957725787520668522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-well-christmas-for-me-has.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5491107014795543744</id><published>2008-12-21T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:07:51.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Conversations with Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for the longest time, i haven't had a real heart to heart chat with my dad. and i've forgotten how much i really miss him, how much i really want to get to know him better. and of course, how complacent i've gotten, thinking that just by living together, a relationship would simply evolve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been too lazy, and well, i jus havent made the effort to really talk to my dad. and i feel bad. the year's drawing to an end and though i do know my dad better, i still don't know him as much as i wish i would. i guess i've been too caught up with all my "important matters" that i completely forgot what's REALLY important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY. blood is thicker than water, and i dare say this cos though my dad and i havent had the smoothest relationship, we manage to still communicate, still love each other, still accept each other. he's my father no matter what. and i love him and respect him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come 2009, i'm gonna make a conscious effort to spend more time with my dad, talk to him more. i should stop taking advantage of the freedom he's given to me, and start placing him at one of my top priorities. after all, he is my father. and i love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how it felt to hug him. i forgot how it felt to hold his hand. i forgot how it felt to kiss him on the cheeck. i forgot how it felt to just look into his eyes. i forgot his love for me. i forgot my love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to start remembering, and acting on that rememberance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5491107014795543744?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5491107014795543744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5491107014795543744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5491107014795543744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5491107014795543744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/conversations-with-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1767757785588022532</id><published>2008-12-20T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:34:35.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2008..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well, i just finished making a scrapbook for my mum about what i've been up to in 2008. at first, i looked at the book, and thought i would never be able to fill it up. but den, once i got started, i realise that so much has happened, and i havent even noticed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, 2008 has been a really eventful year for me. it saw me changing schools, making new friends, taking up new hobbies, joining a ministry, and many more. yet, i failed to capture all those precious moments, and had to even stop to think before i could recall it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it jus goes to show that sometimes we're too caught up with all the chaos around, that we forget to stop, take a look at our own lives and realise how much God has blessed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time we all start counting our blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1767757785588022532?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1767757785588022532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1767757785588022532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1767757785588022532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1767757785588022532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2087641716822589217</id><published>2008-12-17T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:36:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for me, it takes alot to hold my interest in something. here's why... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't like watching, i prefer DOING. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm a super fast learner, and i can't stand slow-paced "lessons".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need something new to learn all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't like doing the same thing over and over again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i like to be in control. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to be able to achieve something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't play the popularity game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to excel in what i'm doing FAST. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i always strive to be the best, nothing less.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i lose interest once i've achieved everything there is to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;go figure what i'm referring to. LOL. in all my life, these things apply.&lt;br /&gt;more @lj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me if you wanna know more,&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you if i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2087641716822589217?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2087641716822589217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2087641716822589217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2087641716822589217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2087641716822589217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/interest.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-3671154511391176497</id><published>2008-12-13T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:31:16.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Playground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last night went to pasir ris park playground with sf people for the 2nd time! soooooo fun!!! hahahaha i simply LOVE the playground, and i havent been able to go for a long time cos most of my friends think it's too childish for their overly mature/macho selves. OH WELL. hahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday when boon said, we're going playground, all my tiredness went away and i was so happy, beaming with delight! reached there, climed the spider web... den sat on the cable way... did the zero gravity thing... REALLY CAN FLY!!!! i felt like i was weightless for awhile! LOL. and den sat on swings!!! we left at about 3am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FUN. I LOVE PLAYGROUNDS. they make me happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time when i have kids, i'll challenge them to swings. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna go playground can call me along! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-3671154511391176497?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3671154511391176497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=3671154511391176497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3671154511391176497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3671154511391176497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/playground-last-night-went-to-pasir-ris.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2026632319115549354</id><published>2008-12-11T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:09:28.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eventful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today was supposed to be an eventful day... oh well. hahahaha. postponed! so anyway.. tomorrow's a really long day.. what was just a one and a half hour paper has turned into an entire day's work. morning have to go to school at 10.15am for peer appraisal... wth rite. and then paper, den stay back for client interviewing, den off to sentosa for sf gig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. but we all know its in all rushing here and there that fun actually takes place. and random note but i drew the peace sign wrongly! despite having reference. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mocha and bombay toast mixed with desiree = happy christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2026632319115549354?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2026632319115549354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2026632319115549354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2026632319115549354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2026632319115549354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-4552308715216714853</id><published>2008-12-10T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:29:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;looking forward to so many things. tomorrow... friday... and then holidays.... (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick exams end!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i should seriously go back to studying for tort paper tmr! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better things have yet to come!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-4552308715216714853?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4552308715216714853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=4552308715216714853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4552308715216714853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4552308715216714853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/yet-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-7506963887138543528</id><published>2008-12-10T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:46:49.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes, feelings are better expressed in the form of poems. and i often find my thoughts becoming nothing but a poetic blur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://remaerd-me.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://remaerd-me.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7506963887138543528?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7506963887138543528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7506963887138543528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7506963887138543528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7506963887138543528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/poems.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6745477301628348119</id><published>2008-12-06T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:19:20.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Looking Past That.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/STlgysxLcCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3Yrch-TJkSs/s1600-h/snapshot0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276354862568402978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/STlgysxLcCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3Yrch-TJkSs/s320/snapshot0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess sometimes we all have to look past certain things in life. like our shortcomings, mistakes, other people's mistakes. things we've done or failed to do. cos like it or not, life is never perfect. and honestly, a perfect life would be rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's either we learn, make the right decisions and move on, or we get caught up with our mistakes and stay in them. i've moved on. and so should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to stop looking at people the way they are and judging them for their wrongdoings and start looking past their wrongdoings and seeing the person they want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's what's in the heart that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more @lj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6745477301628348119?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6745477301628348119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6745477301628348119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6745477301628348119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6745477301628348119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-past-that.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/STlgysxLcCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3Yrch-TJkSs/s72-c/snapshot0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-4371934137382833122</id><published>2008-12-04T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:43:28.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Prank Gone Wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, so today in lcom class &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;des and i&lt;/span&gt; were BORED. so we decided to prank &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;, using my phone. hahahaha. here's how the sms convo went.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; Hi adam are u with that nerdy girl? she's my girlfriend......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;adam:&lt;/span&gt; Tee hee. which girl? i've got a whole range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; i think she's in law...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;adam:&lt;/span&gt; hmm. sounds familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; so are u with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;adam:&lt;/span&gt; haha. nope. wads up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; better stop hanging out with her. i find u at business sch entrance. dont try to zao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;adam:&lt;/span&gt; let's get it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; u damn daring ah. i will cut your damn hair. u and ur gay hair. flirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;adam:&lt;/span&gt; i've got big meaty balls to say that. there's no link in having long hair and being a flirt. but there is a link in having big juicy meaty balls and being a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; watch out meatball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;adam:&lt;/span&gt; bring it frenchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, this was all done based on the ASSUMPTION that adam didn't have my number. so we thought, good prank and we were actually laughing to ourselves. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, des met adam after school and guess what, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE HAD MY NUMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so all along, he actually knew it was us... and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE PLAYED ALONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; wth rite! HAHAHAHA... so LAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. the things we do to keep ourselves entertained in class. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-4371934137382833122?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4371934137382833122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=4371934137382833122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4371934137382833122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4371934137382833122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/prank-gone-wrong-okay-so-today-in-lcom.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5739752875655689018</id><published>2008-12-02T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:34:29.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Holiday Season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the holiday season is here and i've got so many things to do!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised today, that i've got 3 tests coming up next week, and i haven't studied for any! i've got an interviewing test tmr and i'm not really prepared!! so before my school closes (12 Dec), i will become a nerd and start studying really hard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i finally got christmas cards today.. have to send them out soon!! not to mention, i haven't done any christmas shopping yet!! gotta really start soon... it takes pretty long to reach USA! and express postage is really expensive! hahahaha.. i remember paying more than 100 bucks just on postage during mum's birthday! LOL. gotta learn my lesson! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope this christmas will be a good one. i've got many wishes!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... wonder if i'm gonna get any christmas presents this year..... well, i know it isnt about the presents... but everyone loves to celebrate the birth of a saviour! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my God, for sending His only Son to earth so that i can live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm already in a christmas mood!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5739752875655689018?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5739752875655689018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5739752875655689018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5739752875655689018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5739752875655689018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-season-holiday-season-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1266013401753329964</id><published>2008-11-25T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:06:21.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;The Strikeforce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for those of you who have absolutely what/who the strikeforce is, click on the link that says "strikeforce". anyway, it's a percussion group which makes use of creativity and technology, creating amazing sequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy to say, i'm part of strikeforce! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, have been inside for a few months. i think about 4 months... yup. and i have to say, i've learnt alot. from a person of zero drumming experience to a person who can at least play some beats. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, side note. i hope to play fhw soon! hahahaha. (it's a sequence btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, enough said, strikeforce is awesome drumming, awesome people, serving a really awesome God. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1266013401753329964?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1266013401753329964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1266013401753329964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1266013401753329964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1266013401753329964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/strikeforce.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8680775124752746348</id><published>2008-11-20T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:31:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tell me again why i need to go to school.. ARGH. so irritating. i'd rather go for Asia Conference than school anyday. (DUH, i actually LEARN at Asia Conference). yeah. the teacher decided to postpone the test. i mean, can you really do that? no doubt you teach us for more than 1 subject. but shouldn't you stick to the allocated time for that particular subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving the weak excuse of "oh you aren't prepared enough" just doesn't cut it. to me, that translates as "oh shit, i haven't taught you this and it's gonna come out... lets look for more time"... and because of this, my planning of my schedule has gone haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i question, should i just forgo the 5% and go for Asia Conference, should i run (literally) out of the class after taking the test? or should i be a good student (omg rite.) yeah.... what a tough decision. and to think school really doesn't benefit me in the first place. they take 5 days to cover something i can learn by myself in 5 mins. WASTE OF TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i bet i could finish poly education in 1 year if they let me. i bet they're just out to get more money from me. that's how society functions nowadays anyway. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8680775124752746348?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8680775124752746348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8680775124752746348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8680775124752746348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8680775124752746348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/rants.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-7299798307781534591</id><published>2008-11-17T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:22:44.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Rants of a girl who's "too small".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SSF8bfzCF8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/eDBQ4_BVTrw/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269629850834048962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SSF8bfzCF8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/eDBQ4_BVTrw/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for everyone's benefit, here's a picture of the very average sized me! its updated okay! just took it last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to many people, i'm small. some say skinny, some say slim. whatever. and i'm pretty short too. so what's wrong with all this? no, it's not a health problem. it's a "i can't find clothes" kinda problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if you know me, you'd probably realise that i'm almost always in jeans and a tshirt. casual as always. this however, isn't always my choice. you see, i can't fit into alot of clothes! for example, cotton on's smallest size is still big for me. and when clothes DO fit, they're too long cos of my amazing shortness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what to do? just take tshirt n jeans lor. hahaha. quite sad. i was looking at some really pretty dresses (yes, i do wear dresses) hahaha. but... they're all too long :( how lidat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really pity my dad. hahaha. he has to shop with me and my aunt. who both have well, problems with clothes. we're both short. and i'm really small, so i can't fit into clothes cos they're too big. and my aunt is rather big, so she can't fit into clothes cos they're too small. and my dad actually has to walk around the girl's department for a couple of hours trying to find nice clothes that fit the both of us. i feel sorry for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. we need the odd sizes store. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today was an interesting day. had fun at parliament. took pictures. hahahaha. all with des! will blog about it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lesson of the day: don't be too short, too skinny, too fat, too tall. be average sized. but den again, who defines what's average?! hahahaha that's another topic altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7299798307781534591?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7299798307781534591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7299798307781534591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7299798307781534591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7299798307781534591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/rants-of-girl-whos-too-small.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SSF8bfzCF8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/eDBQ4_BVTrw/s72-c/DSC00570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-942151892022980940</id><published>2008-11-16T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:01:18.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;More Thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i got abandoned in the middle of the road somewhere today, cos my dad's car's hazard lights refused to go off. dad said "take everything n go home first, see you later" (we just went to the supermarket - 3 heavy bags) LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;practices today and tmr are cancelled, so i've got nothing to do. i don't know if i should be happy. haha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm going to parliament tomorrow and i dunno what to wear!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have an interesting dad. convo at supermarket dad said " eh your chocolate finishing already, better get new one to replenish" me "eh ok..." dad " where's the chocolate section??? go get your soap first i go there see first." hahahaha my dad loves chocolate too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;asia conference is coming soon and i cant rmb which electives i signed up for!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i only ate eggs and bread today. LOL. for both lunch and dinner... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T.G.I.F's chips are yummy to the max! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've ran out of shows to watch online and movies are of such low quality! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i feel like eating katjens apple bites... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wish i had siblings, or a cool roomie.... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;okay. enough of my thoughts. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-942151892022980940?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/942151892022980940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=942151892022980940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/942151892022980940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/942151892022980940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5184322195415612228</id><published>2008-11-16T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:03:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just a post of the many thoughts running through my head right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i sometimes think in poems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i made a mistake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think i'm spending too much time on 1 thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm kinda neglecting my cg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to go study more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes water makes me sick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss the past so badly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to just chill and relax for a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;starbucks coffee is loved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes, i like to be left alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want more family time... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to go to the states really badly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to go get christmas presents!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm not really looking forward to going to parliament tmr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i should make cheesecake soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't like being in the middle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm pretty observant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think hugs are cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't like the fact that im not as strong as i used to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need my stamina back! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;okay. i guess, my thoughts are random. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye! more @lj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5184322195415612228?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5184322195415612228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5184322195415612228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5184322195415612228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5184322195415612228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-967254853188325037</id><published>2008-11-13T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:13:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, it's the irresistable triple C that has mouths watering just at the mention of it. Chocolate Chip Cookies. recently, i've been eating ALOT of chocolate chip cookies. so, i'm here to do an analysis of the different brands of choc chip cookies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;first up, danone's CHIPS MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yellow packaging, filled with cookies. i find these cookies more like biscuits, but they taste nice anyway. they're kinda like the choc chip cookies you'd find in biscuit assortments. chocolate flavoured biscuits with chocolate chips. very rich in chocolate flavour, and quite irresistable. they come in many flavours, butter, hazelnut, double choc, so you can take your pick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;overall rating, 3/5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;next up, kraft's CHIPS AHOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this comes in a blue packaging, and are available both in big and bite size options. they taste very much like cookies, with yummy chocolate chips that are semi-molten. the cookies are crisp yet soft. a buttery cookie loaded on with chocolate chips, for a well-balanced mix. and they look really good too, not perfect round shaped, but shaped like you'd find if you baked cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;overall rating, 4/5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;next up, mcvities's BOASTERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this comes in a maroonish packaging. the taste of this cookie is very light, and has a little bit of the digestive biscuit taste, but it's not overwhelming. it gives the very marks and spencer feel, where the products are usually light tasting but delicious. the chocolate chips are moist and molten, melting in your mouth. delicious indeed! they look really appetising, and could pass off as baked cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overall rating, 4.5/5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last but definitely not least, FAMOUS AMOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this freshly baked cookies are no stranger to all. the very yummy cookies with awesome smells need no introduction at all. the cookies melt in your mouth and have the feel of being disjointed. like they're formed with little bits that fall apart when you sink your teeth in. definitely very yummy! my personal favourite, the no nut choc chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overall rating, 5/5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it for chocolate chip cookies! go get yours today! they're yummy, tasty and fun to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-967254853188325037?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/967254853188325037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=967254853188325037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/967254853188325037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/967254853188325037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-3866102829494253441</id><published>2008-11-11T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:13:55.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;despite everything that i've gone through, i realise my friends are always there. no matter how many mistakes i've made, they accept me. and yes, i know that i don't really open up to my friends that much but i still love them to bits! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends literally form my entire life now. of course, besides God and my family. and to all my friends, i may not share everything with you, but sometimes it's just me. i used to keep EVERYTHING to myself. now, i let out quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say, i love my friends. alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true friends are hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-3866102829494253441?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3866102829494253441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=3866102829494253441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3866102829494253441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/3866102829494253441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-7139396784573359976</id><published>2008-11-07T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:29:18.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Dependency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i type this post, i’m here using Microsoft Word simply because my internet modem suddenly decided to bail on me. And it’s here and now that i realise how incredibly reliant i am on that small grey box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without it, i have no connection whatsoever with the outside world. Of course, that’s with the exception of my hp, which also fetches high bills. So here i am waiting for it to work. And even as i pen down this line, it works now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s now that i realise how machines have changed the way we live. And how even while waiting i found writing this post somewhat comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough about the lil modem of mine which is fine now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On to something more controversial?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i’m a person who’s involved in alot of activities. And i feel that your involvement and commitment in a certain activity will determine how far you go with it. However, this is not always the case, which leaves me rather confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I always thought commitment+hardwork+skills=success, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t seem so nowadays. And i find myself wishing i was back in secondary school, gracing the waters of macritchie reservoir in a k2, or k1, paddling in absolute bliss. Ahhh those were the days. The days that i actually felt needed somewhere. That i actually felt wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that changed and it won’t ever come back. I guess, it’s just the cycle of life. So, i’m gonna create my own future. I don’t know how. But i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7139396784573359976?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7139396784573359976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7139396784573359976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7139396784573359976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7139396784573359976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/dependency.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-1369888388774433340</id><published>2008-11-03T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:06:34.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sitophobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sitophobia. the fear of eating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared to eat. almost all the time. simply because everytime i eat, i get sick. extreme discomfort.. though i've learnt to live with it and pretend everything is fine and dandy, it's not. my stomach protests everytime i eat. and i don't even know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like this feeling so much that i'd rather not eat at all. or i'll eat very little so i won't get sick. so far, medicines don't help. water doesn't either. it literally feels like the food gets stuck in my gullet or something. swallowing becomes difficult, even water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't eat alot of different foods because they make me very uncomfortable. an example is rice. everytime i eat rice, i get sick. even to the extent of turning pale. i don't get it.. i had an injection for this discomfort before, but not only did it not help, i ended up fainting. so i guess i shouldn't get that injection anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next time i don't eat, or eat very little, please. don't force me to eat more. i'm not trying to lose weight, i'm just trying to make sure i don't feel uncomfortable, like i do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-1369888388774433340?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1369888388774433340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=1369888388774433340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1369888388774433340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/1369888388774433340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/sitophobia.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2828050158550128723</id><published>2008-11-03T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:19:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want to scream cos i'm so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2828050158550128723?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2828050158550128723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-5443329534879023863</id><published>2008-10-31T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:55:58.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;My life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's my life and i want to live it by my rules. somehow, people just arent letting me. it's not the question of freedom cos quite frankly, i've got all the freedom i want. it's just, i'm being forced to do things i really don't want to do. is this because i'm mixing around with the wrong people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is my blog so if you don't like what i write, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to go for the halloween party thing tmr. i don't like halloween and i don't like partying. i also don't like dressing up and looking like a freak. i don't see any fun in that at all. please, enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still deciding if i should go just for the sake of it. just so others would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll definitely not be happy. it's my life! i want to live it! and going to a halloween party is not the way i roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making my own choices. i don't wanna live in regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5443329534879023863?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5443329534879023863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5443329534879023863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5443329534879023863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5443329534879023863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-life-its-my-life-and-i-want-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-4132419123539319329</id><published>2008-10-29T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:37:16.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's started. i've got tonnes of things to do. but i procrastinate, as usual. i want an escape from this crazy life. everything's so..... routined and scheduled. i can't live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halloween's coming up and i really don't wanna dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why anyone would want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my fun,&lt;br /&gt;you've got yours.&lt;br /&gt;looks like our common interests&lt;br /&gt;have come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk such different paths that they'll never meet. we took different routes, our minds set so differently. conversations that used to go on forever, now seem forced and rehearsed. i know we've changed and moved on. i thought we were friends for a lifetime, but it appears to be we were friends only for a season. secrets we used to share, now we both just don't seem to care. i've got my secrets, you've got yours. i'm glad the season's over. memories are great, my future greater. us doesnt exist anymore. it's just... past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-4132419123539319329?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4132419123539319329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=4132419123539319329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4132419123539319329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/4132419123539319329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/schools-started.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-448577100771194399</id><published>2008-10-23T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:54:27.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Reality Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright. i guess it's time for a what have i been up to kinda post. so far, well school's started and so that sucks out alot of my time. the teachers go so slow as if we're in kindergarten or something. that really annoys me. i just can't stand slow paced lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the boring school which really has nothing much going on for itself, i've been really doing nothing. and that bothers me ALOT. i'm the type of person who can't stand watching my life go by without living it to the fullest. sometimes, i just really want to ask WHY. why is it that i seem so bored and so free and just have nothing to do when others are out there trying to find time in their packed schedule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see what i'm doing wrong. i guess in the world today, everything's become a popularity contest. your schedule gets packed when you're given more tasks. and that only comes when your boss or leader thinks you're capable of doing it. many times, though your capabilities may exceed some of your peers, they get picked simply because they're more popular. that really sucks. and that is one of the major reasons why i just want to migrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anyone sees anything in me here. so why should i still stay? i mean in everything that i do, i give it my 110% effort. but somehow, things just don't seem to work out. i really don't know why... i feel so helpless and irritated at my inability to lead life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that sometimes, we have to be dependent on others. i'm highly independent and i feel weird even having to rely on anyone for help. it's just so..... not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-448577100771194399?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/448577100771194399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=448577100771194399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/448577100771194399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/448577100771194399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/reality-check.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-7486730783548643227</id><published>2008-10-22T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:19:32.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;What If.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everybody hates living their lives thinking "what if". however, sometimes it's just so inevitable. right now, i'm living with a HUGE what if at the back of my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF I'D MIGRATED TO THE STATES LAST YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i'd like to know the answer, i guess i never will. and this question really bothers me quite a bit. i mean, is singapore really the right place for me? i've been living here all my life and things seem to be ok, mediocore. but i don't want a life of mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep wondering, will my life be better there? will i have more things to do? better friends? go to a better school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions fill my mind,&lt;br /&gt;answers i can't find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could live more lives, be in 2 places at once. i miss everything, yet i don't dare long for anything. i know, no one can truly understand this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go to america again. i wish, i could just get on a plane now and be on my way. 20 hours later, i'd be greeted by my mum's embrace. i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-7486730783548643227?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7486730783548643227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=7486730783548643227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7486730783548643227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/7486730783548643227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-5719929099308185757</id><published>2008-10-21T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:52:59.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Public Transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even though people do say singapore's public transport system is so convienient. it takes you everywhere at affordable rates. yes. BUT. it's torture. now let me elaborate WHY. yes, the buses are air conditioned, protecting us from the sweltering heat. but. the problem comes in when SMELLY people board the bus. and we all know what happens next. we all suffer and die and can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i propose is.. we should pass a law saying that no smelly people are allowed to take public transport. they should have a detector. at the entrance of any transport. and detect if the person is smelly or not. if he/she is, they should not be allowed to enter the public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it may seem a little extreme but this is AIR POLLUTION. people actually SUFFER. it's like locking people in a cell with people who don't use deodorant. that's DISGUSTING. like totally. and due to the choking STENCH, people will develop BREATHING DIFFICULTIES. this in turn will result to more hospital trips needed and more government subsidies required to pay all this. and it can all be solved if these smelly people are just not allowed on public transport. isn't that a simple solution? if you stink, use deodorant it's not that expensive.. come on it's like what 5 bucks only. or else, WALK home or stink up your own car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't damage innocent lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-5719929099308185757?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5719929099308185757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5719929099308185757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5719929099308185757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5719929099308185757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/public-transport.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-883163161381228150</id><published>2008-10-16T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:37:34.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, so school is starting on monday. after such a long holiday of almost 2 months, i'm really used to having just a laid back lifestyle and doing whatever, whenever. now that school's starting, i have to model my life around a fixed schedule, and that in itself sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course not to mention the depletion of my already pathetic social life, and of course the piling up of assignments and projects. yeah, i do wanna know more things and stuff but is school really necessary? i'm pretty sure that if you give me just a book, and ask me to teach myself, i would have no problems whatsoever. and if i did, there's the wonderful internet that gives you access to practically everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why school? so teachers have jobs? so kids have to be subjected to a horrible table and chair and pay money to learn things they could have just read from a book? isn't school in that sense promoting laziness? the laziness to take the initiative to open up a book when you wanna know something new. the laziness to search the encyclopedia for answers. now, everyone just goes by saying, oh if i dunno, i'll just ask my teacher. hmmm...... that seems to be wrong right? instead of active learning, society has now sinked into passive learning. where everything you know is being told to you. it's not something you learn on your own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is, is this good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the system seems to think so. and so we all have to conform. just like robots walking down a lane, students walk down classroom aisles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-883163161381228150?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/883163161381228150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=883163161381228150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/883163161381228150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/883163161381228150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/school.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-2433844207974291284</id><published>2008-10-16T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:42:52.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Interests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when personal interests collide with other commitments, do you follow your heart, or your schedule? given only one life to live, i follow my heart. maybe this causes conflict among others, maybe other people will not be happy. maybe it's not the right thing to do. but being happy is something that money cant buy. certain experiences are once in a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to live my life to the fullest, i follow my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2433844207974291284?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2433844207974291284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2433844207974291284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2433844207974291284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2433844207974291284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/interests.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8597540074517593773</id><published>2008-10-13T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:26:16.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, life throws us difficulties and problems. some manageable, some which seem impossible to handle. through all this, i find it really comforting to know that my God is greater than all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this time, i've been overlooking that. we sang a song this week at church. this was the part that really gave me comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all my life&lt;br /&gt;in every situation i know&lt;br /&gt;my God is GREATER&lt;br /&gt;my God is OVER ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it feel so comforting to just know that your God is SO GREAT that He has everything in control, and will never test you beyond what you're capable of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my God. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8597540074517593773?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8597540074517593773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8597540074517593773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8597540074517593773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8597540074517593773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/comforting.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-8952504647177326538</id><published>2008-10-08T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:13:57.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Random Thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;does anyone still read this blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why am i annoying myself?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;should i colour my hair?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want a job! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to stop eating chocolates! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think i got fatter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where are my friends?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to go to USA. now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my mummy! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hamsters are cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want an exciting life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;canoeing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cousin outing please! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;overseas! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleepover.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;subway.... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm going to sleep now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yes, i amuse myself! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;told u i'm random.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-8952504647177326538?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8952504647177326538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=8952504647177326538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8952504647177326538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/8952504647177326538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-6386594512321026638</id><published>2008-10-02T22:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:18:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Adventures of Taukuas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiXwBTsCI/AAAAAAAAARk/x2RCShHerDU/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252571963076096034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiXwBTsCI/AAAAAAAAARk/x2RCShHerDU/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;once upon a time, there lived 2 happy taukuas. AWWWW. yes, they were the cutest lil things, and they still are! seeing that they are TAUKUAs, it was difficult to find partners. you see, this planet is kind of dominated by human beings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiYGF1TlI/AAAAAAAAARs/z6uvr33xq2I/s1600-h/Syl%26christine.married.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252571969000656466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiYGF1TlI/AAAAAAAAARs/z6uvr33xq2I/s320/Syl%26christine.married.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;being the special species they are, they decided to get married! ain't their wedding picture just oh-so-sweet?! yes, we know you LOVE THEM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiYcOeptI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PcFZbk-cjPY/s1600-h/DSC00007(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252571974942500562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiYcOeptI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PcFZbk-cjPY/s320/DSC00007(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;they wanted a PERFECT wedding reception, and so they spent TONNES of money on their wedding FEAST. just look at the huge amount of food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiYW4FBgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/f4gNG9PRFsc/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252571973506369026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiYW4FBgI/AAAAAAAAAR8/f4gNG9PRFsc/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;after spending so much however, they realised... they were in urgent need of money! so they decided to think of ways to earn QUICK money! lets take a look inside their brains...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiYpPnkQI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ex39iQuOeH4/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252571978436940034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiYpPnkQI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ex39iQuOeH4/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm, seems to be working really hard!! GO TAUKUA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTi_pbHmxI/AAAAAAAAASM/-UlToKgI6l0/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572648500075282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTi_pbHmxI/AAAAAAAAASM/-UlToKgI6l0/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;some meditation on the idea is required as well.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTi_rBKKCI/AAAAAAAAASU/6FUkU9eUbnE/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572648928061474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTi_rBKKCI/AAAAAAAAASU/6FUkU9eUbnE/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;and they came up with a BRILLIANT plan! they decided to &lt;strong&gt;CLONE THEMSELVES!&lt;/strong&gt; you see, just a day ago, they read about a competition offering 1 million dollars to anyone who could clone themselves. being the positive taukuas they are, they took on the challenge&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTi_wNMg2I/AAAAAAAAASc/DvLabYa1LJA/s1600-h/DSC00011(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572650320724834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTi_wNMg2I/AAAAAAAAASc/DvLabYa1LJA/s320/DSC00011(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;the cloning manual was obviously hidden.... one of the taukuas is yanking it out from its secret hiding place! *try not to look suspicious!*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTjAGWJItI/AAAAAAAAASk/DS2wW5pxNbA/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252572656263832274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTjAGWJItI/AAAAAAAAASk/DS2wW5pxNbA/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;so the manual instructed the taukuas to purchase some chemicals for the cloning process, as shown above.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkRV978FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RKA-0dCUUbs/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252574052026675282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkRV978FI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RKA-0dCUUbs/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;the instructions stated, insert chemical into taukua. they decided to try the most traditional method first, through the mouth..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkRlWC8vI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MmjDiD-gIiM/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252574056154329842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkRlWC8vI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MmjDiD-gIiM/s320/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;open big taukua, we know the chemical doesnt taste that nice but..... you gotta do what you gotta do!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkR0WRsiI/AAAAAAAAATE/38j9t4HIxak/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252574060181828130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkR0WRsiI/AAAAAAAAATE/38j9t4HIxak/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;after much trying, it didn't seem to work.... they decided to try... through the nose. now that has got to hurt!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkSViD-zI/AAAAAAAAATM/f0B5T0Am598/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252574069089631026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkSViD-zI/AAAAAAAAATM/f0B5T0Am598/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmm seems easy for this taukua.... wonder why... LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkSpmBKXI/AAAAAAAAATU/Z3gueZyCx5s/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252574074474932594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTkSpmBKXI/AAAAAAAAATU/Z3gueZyCx5s/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;that didn't really seem to work... being the tenacious lil taukua, she tried to insert the chemical through her ear... yikes!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTmDvlXaJI/AAAAAAAAATc/lX99xhRj6Ik/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576017408026770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTmDvlXaJI/AAAAAAAAATc/lX99xhRj6Ik/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;satisfied that all the chemicals were used up, they decided to check the result in the mirror... did the cloning process work???&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTmDywH0XI/AAAAAAAAAT0/I5_ZSJyXtms/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576018258448754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTmDywH0XI/AAAAAAAAAT0/I5_ZSJyXtms/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;to their dismay, the process didn't seem to work... in desperation for money, they decided to try to be rockstars.. they heard that the whole emo look was the new in thing. going with the flow, they tried headbanging... hmmmmm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576017692372306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTmDwpKLVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/X4N_icVkl7M/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;they even tried to pass of as attractions from the zoo.... maybe they scared the kids instead!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTmD0mtXZI/AAAAAAAAATs/ijZQ7lshizI/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576018755837330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTmD0mtXZI/AAAAAAAAATs/ijZQ7lshizI/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmmm when all else failed, they thought maybe it'll be better if they killed themselves...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTmDsWw4HI/AAAAAAAAATk/efYq3_lsIEw/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576016541474930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTmDsWw4HI/AAAAAAAAATk/efYq3_lsIEw/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;even that didn't work. guess the gun used was not up to date and couldnt cut through the really hard surface of a taukua... they decided to TRY to cheer themselves up...&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTnz9CWZ6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/mphhLk-IFC8/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252577945164605346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTnz9CWZ6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/mphhLk-IFC8/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;while walking pass something, they realised..... there were 2 sets of taukuas! amazed, they took a picture... they thought their eyes were playing tricks on them...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTnz7hvEiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/halStJFbf7I/s1600-h/160436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252577944759374370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTnz7hvEiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/halStJFbf7I/s320/160436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;suddenly, they felt weird when they moved... like a part of them stayed while the rest moved... what was happening?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTn0KzPODI/AAAAAAAAAUU/WD5XHHn_KN8/s1600-h/160400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252577948859316274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTn0KzPODI/AAAAAAAAAUU/WD5XHHn_KN8/s320/160400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's then that it dawned upon them.. the cloning process was SUCCESSFUL! they were cloned!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTn0PYc98I/AAAAAAAAAUc/8Y4kRmDY-J0/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252577950089148354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTn0PYc98I/AAAAAAAAAUc/8Y4kRmDY-J0/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;however, they soon realised, the competition rewarding the money was only open to humans..... how unfair!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTn0HgL95I/AAAAAAAAAUk/nqybxJC0-jY/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252577947974104978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTn0HgL95I/AAAAAAAAAUk/nqybxJC0-jY/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;they decided to stay positive. the experience brought them closer to each other. they love each other more and more. we know, you love them too. cheers to the happily married taukua couple!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, they do welcome your donations to the taukua fund. you can start by sponsoring their shopping trips. they REALLY don't mind and they're GREAT company. not to mention, they're FUN!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6386594512321026638?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6386594512321026638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6386594512321026638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6386594512321026638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6386594512321026638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOTiXwBTsCI/AAAAAAAAARk/x2RCShHerDU/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-2180532766400481802</id><published>2008-10-02T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:23:15.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Outings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, my social life isnt looking THAT bad... been on various outings, starting with the beloved TAUKUA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOopD5q-0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/QtuDzLSH78M/s1600-h/snapshot0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227013819431746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOopD5q-0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/QtuDzLSH78M/s320/snapshot0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see.. we miss each other so much that we're SO HAPPY to see each other again. YES, taukuas have feelings too. AWWWW aint that sweet... i know u love me taukua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOopUBiQ7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/m5gogTQCyAE/s1600-h/snapshot0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227018147382194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOopUBiQ7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/m5gogTQCyAE/s320/snapshot0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, taukuas have to eat. being the kiasu singaporeans we are, we settled for mac cos of the value lunch thingy. yes, mcwings cost like $4.50 only!! and yes, we had an AWESOME day, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to blog all the many pics we took, but they're all in taukua's phone... and i still dun have them.. TAUKUA!! i want the pics! anyway, you can see SOME of them on her blog.. go to the links, click on the one which says sylvia. yes, that is her real name! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to cut the whole story short, we walked the WHOLE of town. YAY US. and we bought some pretty clothes from far east. AWESOME day. we ate chicken, got mobbed by weirdos, and had tonnes of fans asking for our autographs. WE ROCK. LOVE YOU TAUKUA GO OUT SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next outing: SHAUN KOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOoppJurjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/prhLfysW7fM/s1600-h/snapshot0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227023818894898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOoppJurjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/prhLfysW7fM/s320/snapshot0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this army guy ar... i've known him for like FOREVER. okay, since i was sec 1. that's like... WOW. 5 years!! oh man i feel old. hahahaha. i remember ALL the great times we shared. i shan't bore you. but i finally got to meet him after 5 months! so long right?! thus the awesome smiles!! (: don't worry kor i still love you even without your hair! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOopqfeH7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Vu09AyMYjdY/s1600-h/snapshot0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227024178519986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOopqfeH7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Vu09AyMYjdY/s320/snapshot0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another pic... hmmm seems like he's getting tired... LOL! meet up again soon k!! and thank you so much for the starbucks treat!! u know.. the 1st time i drink coffee n tea is with him! AWESOME right?! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next outing: COUSINS!!! melissa and colin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIXSyFmI/AAAAAAAAARE/mMk8sl_XmBg/s1600-h/snapshot0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227551600973410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIXSyFmI/AAAAAAAAARE/mMk8sl_XmBg/s320/snapshot0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is MELISSA PRISCILLA ESS. the BIRTHDAY GIRL. happy birthday you little bundle of trouble! 15 years.. i wonder how i could tolerate all the nonsense. k la joking. i love this girl to bits! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIRAokCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mM38uyEv-vw/s1600-h/snapshot0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227549914239010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIRAokCI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mM38uyEv-vw/s320/snapshot0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, COLIN MARCUS CHOO. they're AMAZING i tell u. MEL's born on 1 OCT, and COL's born on 2 OCT. so, another birthday boy! happy birthday! i tell you i love him to bits too. he's simply AWESOME. and great company. great fun to lepak with! hahahaha! and he laughs really funnily and yes, he's in the girl's toilet. LOL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIFHCRYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aF9P_luvYfQ/s1600-h/snapshot0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227546719864194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIFHCRYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aF9P_luvYfQ/s320/snapshot0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, cousins SMILE! and yes, we just can't seem to get a really good picture... i wonder why...... hahahaha! MEL what's up with that face?! hahahaha! told you they're weird. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIdw7WOI/AAAAAAAAARM/FKSinOKP8Lo/s1600-h/snapshot0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227553338022114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIdw7WOI/AAAAAAAAARM/FKSinOKP8Lo/s320/snapshot0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! finally a NICE SHOT! i love my cousins to bits! like FOREVER. blood is thicker than water!! i can't believe i'm the oldest one there!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOopiSjOII/AAAAAAAAAQs/Hdck-dlfiiY/s1600-h/snapshot0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227021976844418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOopiSjOII/AAAAAAAAAQs/Hdck-dlfiiY/s320/snapshot0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't we look like siblings? hahahaha. it's all in the blood baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpUsvbolI/AAAAAAAAARc/6kpMPmP_wLk/s1600-h/snapshot0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227763516711506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpUsvbolI/AAAAAAAAARc/6kpMPmP_wLk/s320/snapshot0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to head over to astons for dinner... those 2 just can't seem to behave themselves! hahahaha! but, you can just imagine the amount of laughter going on.... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIkl4B9I/AAAAAAAAARU/kroXtHOS8gg/s1600-h/snapshot0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252227555170715602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOpIkl4B9I/AAAAAAAAARU/kroXtHOS8gg/s320/snapshot0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we've had our meal. and we're happy cousins. MELISSA and COLIN. love u guys FOREVER. and i'm honoured to have u 2 as my cousins! it doesn't get any better than this! go out SOON. after your exams k?!! LOVE LOTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ends my outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-2180532766400481802?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2180532766400481802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=2180532766400481802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2180532766400481802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/2180532766400481802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/outings-okay-my-social-life-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOOopD5q-0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/QtuDzLSH78M/s72-c/snapshot0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-5349909188733672301</id><published>2008-09-30T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:34:11.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOHig-sntwI/AAAAAAAAANI/k3IR1N6Ilok/s1600-h/snapshot0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251727696704550658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOHig-sntwI/AAAAAAAAANI/k3IR1N6Ilok/s320/snapshot0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;during the F1 weekend, i got hold of some fond memories. on the last day, sf performed at gate 1, near kallang. the picture above.. used to be my training spot in sec 1. those were the days.. when i really pushed my body to the limits. and even beyond that. training so hard i can still remember all the push ups, pull ups, running, canoeing. hardwork but fun indeed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the many trips made up and down this water side really made me want to canoe again. just to get into a boat, put on a lifejacket, take my brasca 4 and start paddling like there's no tomorrow. i never knew something which i used to do every single day, even 2 or 3 times a day would become something i miss so much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, F1 is over. thankfully, the strikeforce is good company. many laughs, got to know more ppl better. interesting time i should say. (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wishing i could get into the water again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paddles up, GO!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i miss hearing that!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&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/2445455295102889131-5349909188733672301?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5349909188733672301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=5349909188733672301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5349909188733672301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/5349909188733672301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/memories.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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/_Wtlqmks3kWQ/SOHig-sntwI/AAAAAAAAANI/k3IR1N6Ilok/s72-c/snapshot0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2445455295102889131.post-6806853527159660209</id><published>2008-09-29T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:45:28.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Formula 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the F1 has come and gone. for me, the experience was rather neutral. and yes, i was at the F1. not as a spectator though. strikeforce was performing.. 16 gigs in 4 days. amazing. so anyway, back to the F1. i took away more negatives than positives from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm GLAD that it's over. amidst all the chaos of the race and stuff, i found myself BORED. like seriously BORED. i'm a person who needs entertainment 24/7, at least something to do. so i can safely say that throughout the 4 days, i didn't really have alot to do at all. of course you should know by now that i'm definitely not a fan of the F1 and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crowded places, loud noises, dirty floors, limited drinks and weird food? not my kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye to F1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-6806853527159660209?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6806853527159660209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=6806853527159660209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6806853527159660209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/6806853527159660209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/formula-1.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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-2445455295102889131.post-819620817673552038</id><published>2008-09-24T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:22:45.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Inferiority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as much as i hate it, i just can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel inferior. not good enough. just plain average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like being average. it's insulting. neither good nor bad, not good at anything. just in other words, existing for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like a part of any team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is not just boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2445455295102889131-819620817673552038?l=remaerd-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/feeds/819620817673552038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2445455295102889131&amp;postID=819620817673552038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/819620817673552038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2445455295102889131/posts/default/819620817673552038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://remaerd-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/inferiority.html' title=''/><author><name>xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140568199248509251</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>
