<?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-7708130290438082434</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:15:21.208+08:00</updated><category term='Nuffnang Events'/><title type='text'>Spicy &amp; Sweet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-6789626446263192480</id><published>2009-04-20T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:24:48.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow or other, I still miss this place. Should I hold on to it? Or should I let it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the ability to separate my emotions. To be calm, rational. To decide what goes where with 80% certainty. To just be in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better to hold on just a lil' longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while hasn't it? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-6789626446263192480?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/6789626446263192480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=6789626446263192480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6789626446263192480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6789626446263192480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2009/04/somehow-or-other-i-still-miss-this.html' title=''/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-8400571231823605277</id><published>2008-11-10T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:34:29.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://sherrymint.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please redirect to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sherrymint.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://sherrymint.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-8400571231823605277?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/8400571231823605277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=8400571231823605277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8400571231823605277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8400571231823605277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/11/httpsherrymintcom.html' title='http://sherrymint.com'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7708130290438082434.post-6663034618688454114</id><published>2008-11-03T07:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:12:19.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A smile, a nod, a wave&lt;br /&gt;A call, an e-mail, a video&lt;br /&gt;A card and a short letter&lt;br /&gt;A small pressed rose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We may not be the first on your mind, nor are we always there for you.&lt;br /&gt;But rest assured, we've got your back&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got your mail. It feels good to be reminded that sometimes, its the little things in life that matters. Thank you for reminding me of that today. Hope you're doing well there as well. I heart you guys, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SQ43z434kQI/AAAAAAAACHE/SZ_MVCaOyC8/s1600-h/IMG_0543w+copy.jpg36"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264206379022323970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SQ43z434kQI/AAAAAAAACHE/SZ_MVCaOyC8/s400/IMG_0543w+copy.jpg36" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll update this time. Promise. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Little Advice On Life From Kids&lt;/strong&gt;:- &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Never trust a dog to watch your food."&lt;/span&gt; Patrick, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"When your dad is mad and asks you, "Do I look stupid? don't answer."&lt;/span&gt; Hannah, 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Never tell your mom her diet's not working."&lt;/span&gt; Michael, 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Stay away from prunes."&lt;/span&gt; Randy, 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Never pee on an electric fence."&lt;/span&gt; Robert, 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Don't squat with your spurs on."&lt;/span&gt; Noronha, 13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Don't pull dad's finger when he tells you to."&lt;/span&gt; Emily, 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair."&lt;/span&gt; Taylia,11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Never allow your three-year old brother in the same room as your school assignment."&lt;/span&gt; Traci, 14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Don't sneeze in front of mum when you're eating crackers."&lt;/span&gt; Mitchell,12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Puppies still have bad breath even after eating a Tic-Tac."&lt;/span&gt; Andrew, 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Never hold a dust buster and a cat at the same time."&lt;/span&gt; Kyoyo, 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk."&lt;/span&gt; Armir, 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts."&lt;/span&gt; Kellie, 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"If you want a kitten, start out by asking for a horse."&lt;/span&gt; Naomi, 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Felt markers are not good to use as lipstick.&lt;/span&gt;" Lauren, 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Don't pick on your sister when she's holding a baseball bat."&lt;/span&gt; Joel,10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"When you get a bad grade in school, show it to your mom when she's on the phone."&lt;/span&gt; Alyesha, 13&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Never try to baptize a cat."&lt;/span&gt; Eileen, 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-random email-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an advice of my own:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Never ever watch Child's Play alone at 2am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're brother happens to be sleepwalking&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't you simply miss those days? Of games, friends, fights, siblings.. Treasure your memories. Sometimes, they're all you need to keep you real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;p.s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; McD fusion is the bomb! lol. thanks for the call and e-mail. Appreciate it loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.p.s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks Zoe and Michelle for the awesome overnight. *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-6663034618688454114?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/6663034618688454114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=6663034618688454114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6663034618688454114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6663034618688454114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SQ43z434kQI/AAAAAAAACHE/SZ_MVCaOyC8/s72-c/IMG_0543w+copy.jpg36' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-3259744395760400639</id><published>2008-10-29T01:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:45:40.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocriticism - Your Call.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the other fellow takes too long to do something, he's slow;&lt;br /&gt;When I take too long to do something, I'm thorough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the other fellow doesn't do it, he's lazy;&lt;br /&gt;When I don't do it, I'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the other fellow does it without being told, he's overstepping his bounds;&lt;br /&gt;When I go ahead and do it without being told, thats initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the other fellow states his opinion strongly, he's bullheaded;&lt;br /&gt;When I state my opinion strongly, I'm firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the other fellow overlooks a few rules of etiquette, he's rude;&lt;br /&gt;When I skip a few rules of etiquette, I'm doing my own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Charles McHarry, New York Daily News -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're absolutely right of course, I am a hypocrite - not that I've actually denied that fact - but before you launch into your somewhat &lt;em&gt;rehearsed&lt;/em&gt; speech with that absolutely annoying smug look on your face, do consider this: What about you yourself? Are you really that guilt free from hypocriticism to accuse me &lt;s&gt;of something true, which makes me totally innocent btw&lt;/s&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I neither have the time nor tolerance to listen to your bullshit. Keep it short and to the point next time. Please, for your own sake, go dunk you head in the pool before trying to start a bitch fight with me. Perhaps you'll at least regain &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; measure of clarity before you humiliate yourself in public once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quote from Ms.EpicFail: "&lt;em&gt;Hypocrites like you are miserable souls seeking attention&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hah. In your face! Fyi, I already have all the attention I need at the moment &lt;s&gt;unlike you&lt;/s&gt;. Obviously hypocrites like me already have the confidence needed to be hypocritical as well as admit my faults at the same time. So doesn't that make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the one with the pathetic soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hypocrite trying to teach me about hypocriticism, creating unneccessary drama just so you'd be the &lt;em&gt;QueenBee&lt;/em&gt;. Dream on babe, with that attitude and mentality, you're no match for me yet. Go meditate a few years or something. Ugh. What a waste of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lastly, I need to apologize to someone and the others, because apparently that someone complained that I did not greet him on msn when I'm online (wtf?!) and I did not link him in my blog. Not to mention that someone specifically highlighting the fact that I've ditched him for a few times in the past month &lt;s&gt;despite me warning way beforehand that I'm unable to confirm my attendance&lt;/s&gt;. Okay, I shall stop here before I start reconsidering &lt;s&gt;what the hell @#$%&amp;amp;&lt;/s&gt; am I apologising for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Before I forget, &lt;strong&gt;thanks&lt;/strong&gt; for the invite &lt;a href="http://drewnity.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;!! You're the absolute bestest! (ignore the grammatical error). Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-3259744395760400639?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/3259744395760400639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=3259744395760400639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3259744395760400639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3259744395760400639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/10/hypocriticism-your-call.html' title='Hypocriticism - Your Call.'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1436364670809526536</id><published>2008-10-27T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T03:54:42.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurdles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. I suppose its about time I lay off the emo posts - at least for the time being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So how has everyone been doing? Very sorry about the sudden retreat from certain events. And I'm sorry for missing Cal and Su Wen's b'day party. It was too difficult for me. Happy Belated Birthday anyways. If you're free, call me out and we'll get some ice-cream, on me =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before you launch into a full blown lecture about how I should take care of myself (as quite a few have done on MSN), let me just tell you this: CHILL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am NOT sick - at least no more than usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am NOT depressed - most of the time anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am NOT gonna remain emo for the rest of my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for the concern though. I can usually retain self control, enough to get through the day. Ignore the occasional cracks and im sorry if I made anyone feel uncomfortable. Besides, I'm &lt;em&gt;supposed to be&lt;/em&gt; fine most of the time, not that it really matters since I &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; fine, but then again, if I can really &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; fine, I guess that means I really &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; fine? And seeing that this covers 'most of the times' why am I even discussing this? ugh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Brian called earlier cz he was bored - thats his official excuse, but its obviously more to check up on me. Being typical idiots, it went something like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;: hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;: How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;: Me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; What for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;: no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: wtf? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt; Yarh. Hear your voice then I suddenly emo. Miracle ler..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; wtf??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt; So.... wanna bet who's emo-ier? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; WTF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;: I'm serious ler! I'm so emo now I could eat 3 packets of Doritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; hmph. Eat la. I don't care. I'm the original emo-ier. Kenot copy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;: Eh! Emo not you invent wan le. No copyright also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I dun care (*sulks*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt; Hah! I knew I was emo-ier than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: wtf? where got??? you don't sound emo also. stop lying you liar! (sorry la. brain was not exactly working. can't think of more creative names to call him. *sigh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt; Me no lie. Me sitting down larh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt; So.. how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I'm fine lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt; HAH! i knew you were lying! See! I told you I'm more emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: wtf wtf wtf   -____- I'm more emooooooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian:&lt;/span&gt; No larh. Dun lie. You are annoyed, not emo. You think I stupid arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued like that for almost 20 minutes. Geez. Now I feel like such a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Its amazing how much heartache you can get when someone dear disappoints. Being the one elder, I supposed its my fault. Again. But how much can one person really tolerate? And for how long? I feel apprehension and tension. Unwilling to forget, will this be the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;pps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Seeds of doubt are sprouting. I'm in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1436364670809526536?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1436364670809526536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1436364670809526536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1436364670809526536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1436364670809526536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/10/hurdles.html' title='Hurdles'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4153370312909844415</id><published>2008-10-20T23:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:13:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SPyteq-aZtI/AAAAAAAACGg/XqAFljlZdAE/s1600-h/blackrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259269207305643730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SPyteq-aZtI/AAAAAAAACGg/XqAFljlZdAE/s320/blackrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a very simple post just to inform you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't worry. I'm still alive."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;how quickly time flew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;locked up in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;undisturbed, alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;echoes of past footsteps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;reverbating in hidden paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;forever hidden in shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps.&lt;/strong&gt; MLit annotated bibliography draft due on Wednesday. why do I not care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pps.&lt;/strong&gt; In need of distractions. I refuse to sit home and emo. Suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to : Enya - Ask the Mountains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4153370312909844415?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4153370312909844415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4153370312909844415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4153370312909844415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4153370312909844415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-days.html' title='7 days'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SPyteq-aZtI/AAAAAAAACGg/XqAFljlZdAE/s72-c/blackrose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4768102579444125623</id><published>2008-10-16T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:08:12.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory, Always</title><content type='html'>I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there. With him. So perfectly still, so pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its disconcerting, how easily life goes out. *Poof* an errant breeze, and the once roaring flame, brimming full with energy goes out. Just like that. Leaving the smoky scent of memories, hovering, clinging, leaving the faintest spark of what could have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The unnaturally sunny skies and the occasional breeze. That the sun would shine so brightly today, on such a day offends me for some obscure reason. But then again, you've always liked the sun haven't you? That smile, the laughter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was much too brief, our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum recognised me. I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I knew he was close to his mum, and yet, it was still so very unexpected. She told me, that he'd shown her my picture, that he'd told them about me, that very night he brought me out. I could only sit there, stunned, tears falling at the memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Celine was comforting, a mother figure thats more like a friend. Now i know why he'd confided in her. Despite her tears, I could feel her watching me. Every move I made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I approached, it was all I could do, not to break down and cry, right there, right then. So silent, so still, so final. It isn't fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to his room. As messy as it ever was. Random clothings in a corner of the bed, a now dry towel hanging on the door knob. CD's piled in an untidy stack, assorted markers and pens literring the table. I could feel the anticipation, as if everything was awaiting the return of its owner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A deep red envelope caught my eye. Celine saw and without hesitation, she took it out amidst the pile from the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He wrote it for you," she said, passing it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I opened the card, and saw the half written words. I could feel my heart hammering, demanding to be let out of its cage. I noticed he'd taken pains to write nicely. His script wasn't always that neat. He remembered when we met last year, at WR's birthday party, 3 days before Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started then. The dam burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was finally over. As I went down the stairs, I felt strangely relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sheng was there, relief flooding his face - probably when he realized I hadn't gone out and killed myself or done something stupid. He was quiet on the way back, fearing to trigger the tears. I laughed in his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easier now. No less painful, but bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone's walking on eggshells around me now - everyone who knew that is. I'm still not over it, but I promise I'd try to behave. Thoughts no longer running amok. I have no doubt coherency will be along soon. Thats one thing he's always liked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all, knowing him, he's probably laughing his ass off in heaven right now - while I'm making a fool of myself in public. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping the card.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Alex Soo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please drive carefully. I can't bear losing anyone anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4768102579444125623?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4768102579444125623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4768102579444125623' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4768102579444125623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4768102579444125623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-memory-always.html' title='In Memory, Always'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-8027583100037678897</id><published>2008-10-15T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:44:21.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are never as easy as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn back time. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-8027583100037678897?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/8027583100037678897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=8027583100037678897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8027583100037678897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8027583100037678897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/10/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7708130290438082434.post-2377463198468265945</id><published>2008-10-14T08:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:33:19.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9am, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>oh, guess what.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S FINALLY OVERRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*jumps with joy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... and no, it ain't the last time you caught me capering around with chocolate on my mouth and some fake boa thingy around my neck -___-" (ms.lynette fong! you have no right to be creeping up on me like that ok! wtf..) damn embarrassing ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and her'e my effusive and overwhelming gratitude to those i've annoyed, whined, complained, sulked, emo-ed, screams (and all the other characteristics of a mad woman at 3am in the morning) throughout this extremely traumatic period... WHICH I SURVIVED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANK YOUUUUUU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*tears in eyes like some Oscar award thingy wtf*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for calling all the way from there despite the ungodly hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for bearing with all my stupid whims, whines and crazyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for scolding me when all i did was procrastinate till the very end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for not killing me when i practically screamed you deaf yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know i owe you coffee when you come back... and i promise i shall not weasel out of this one (or at least i will try very hard not to?) you owe me chocolates anyway. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;will be off to meet Mesha in a while. overdue posts and pictures will be up soon - right after i finish hyperventilating that is. sorry about the delay. geez, i never knew it could be so sinful to be so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. it's time to grab a shower and look decent. ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-2377463198468265945?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/2377463198468265945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=2377463198468265945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/2377463198468265945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/2377463198468265945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/10/9am-tuesday.html' title='9am, Tuesday'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7708130290438082434.post-4230813777921690207</id><published>2008-10-12T04:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:36:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5am, Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life's been pretty hectic lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and NO i have not been out partying. &lt;s&gt;much&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one last assignment before i collapse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IPD is a bitch. an evil relentless torturous bitch. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(the subject. not the lecturer.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;clock is ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;time is moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i is dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SPETbsdLh0I/AAAAAAAACF4/QTq0-faU5PE/s1600-h/tickle-me-elmo-humor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256003606629025602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SPETbsdLh0I/AAAAAAAACF4/QTq0-faU5PE/s320/tickle-me-elmo-humor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired and stressed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*accepting donations or sponsor for a spa trip. or my funeral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..whichever comes first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i ain't responsible for any emotional trauma you get for seeing a dead and depressed elmo. addiction to an annoying talking puppet -of any kind- ain't good for you anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; babe, im getting annoyed at being treated like your personal butler. or maid. or courier service. Why don't you just tell me what you want and let me arrange it instead of being sent random emails by random people (or worse! random sms-es) to arrange for places with objects i had no memory of ordering? Seems to me i've told you this before? I heart you loads babe, but you're getting on my nerves. A lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4230813777921690207?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4230813777921690207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4230813777921690207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4230813777921690207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4230813777921690207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/10/5am-sunday.html' title='5am, Sunday'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SPETbsdLh0I/AAAAAAAACF4/QTq0-faU5PE/s72-c/tickle-me-elmo-humor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1228574540352792661</id><published>2008-10-05T04:13:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T05:27:33.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black balloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ugh. memories come flooding back and all I could do is stand there, helplessly reliving each fateful moment. No regrets yet it hurts all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emo moments aside, my days have been jam packed (or should i say sardine packed?) with stuffs. so much that I have yet to actually start a single assignment due by next week. I foresee long nights ahead. ah yessss - i have &lt;em&gt;the sight&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, its amazing how I've managed to survive this long, especially with such a procrastinating attitude towards my work. It ain't lazyness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't yell at me, you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't help it though. I absolutely detest that community where I actually feel isolated, and occasionally alienated. Ugh. never again am I letting myself go through all that crappy trauma, heartache and general emoness of isolation. Perhaps its best to leave things as it is, unresolved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would rather distance myself than to risk the hurt again. It simply takes too long to heal. Forgive me. I ain't strong enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who can say where the road goes..&lt;br /&gt;Where the days flows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;-Enya-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me an attention whore. I don't care. It ain't any of your business, so get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 5.25am. And here I am. Will I never learn? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1228574540352792661?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1228574540352792661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1228574540352792661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1228574540352792661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1228574540352792661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-balloons.html' title='black balloons'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7708130290438082434.post-7333568960286705099</id><published>2008-09-27T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:19:54.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Mamma Mia Gathering @ 1U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250429279976706002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SN1FnLdST9I/AAAAAAAACEA/Ga3IsYoJcNs/s400/7_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, following a sudden flurry of movie screenings by &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt;, I got myself invited to the Mamma Mia Screening in GSC, 1 Utama last Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And despite some minor wardrobe malfunction &lt;s&gt;and I don't mean a Janet Jackson wtf&lt;/s&gt; , thanks Andrew for fetching me there. And for the use of your camera. Sorry about the shameless cam-whoring, but I guess you kinda expected it? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to geniuses like Joshua Ong, we had a &lt;a href="http://http//joshuaongys.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinner-before-mamma-mia-screening-kl.html"&gt;bloggers gathering&lt;/a&gt; in Burger's King before the movie. The supposedly set time was 6.30pm. Don't ask what time we arrived. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow9jQed0I/AAAAAAAACAw/Q8EVqVEayOg/s1600-h/DSC_0022+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562149648234306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow9jQed0I/AAAAAAAACAw/Q8EVqVEayOg/s400/DSC_0022+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoxbdqrytI/AAAAAAAACBY/I1gQzU-MLp0/s1600-h/IMG_8227+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562663543622354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoxbdqrytI/AAAAAAAACBY/I1gQzU-MLp0/s400/IMG_8227+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my darling &lt;a href="http://zoeyve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zoe&lt;/a&gt;. Harm her and you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow9RPPqtI/AAAAAAAACAo/6qGeWyAEmk0/s1600-h/DSC_0008+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562144811231954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow9RPPqtI/AAAAAAAACAo/6qGeWyAEmk0/s400/DSC_0008+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With &lt;a href="http://babykrinaxxx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karena&lt;/a&gt;, my kaki camwhore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow-N-y-ZI/AAAAAAAACA4/FZ1S2Ys6wu0/s1600-h/DSC_0035+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562161116805522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow-N-y-ZI/AAAAAAAACA4/FZ1S2Ys6wu0/s400/DSC_0035+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with &lt;a href="http://jentztan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jentzen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://drewnity.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'm a poser. haha. But you know what? Its damn hard to bend down lor! Damn scared i ter-over-expose... bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoxcHAkjzI/AAAAAAAACBw/r4dSS3vC_iA/s1600-h/IMG_8246+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562674641276722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoxcHAkjzI/AAAAAAAACBw/r4dSS3vC_iA/s400/IMG_8246+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joshuaongys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joshua&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.yungchien.info/"&gt;I-don't-know-who&lt;/a&gt;. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNox8gIGPxI/AAAAAAAACB4/9mEaGpKK1xI/s1600-h/IMG_8247+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563231139544850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNox8gIGPxI/AAAAAAAACB4/9mEaGpKK1xI/s400/IMG_8247+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theguynextdoorx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joseph&lt;/a&gt; and Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoxbwpTRDI/AAAAAAAACBo/swrzCYmZDgc/s1600-h/IMG_8243+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562668638094386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoxbwpTRDI/AAAAAAAACBo/swrzCYmZDgc/s400/IMG_8243+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifelesslol.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;. He needs a haircut right??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoxbZo6tUI/AAAAAAAACBg/GgNFifYGdPY/s1600-h/IMG_8242+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562662462469442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoxbZo6tUI/AAAAAAAACBg/GgNFifYGdPY/s400/IMG_8242+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His Royalness &lt;a href="http://royalshortness.blogspot.com/"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://royalshortness.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNox8wd49wI/AAAAAAAACCA/rkDhiIsHpbI/s1600-h/IMG_8250+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563235525916418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNox8wd49wI/AAAAAAAACCA/rkDhiIsHpbI/s400/IMG_8250+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stan says I look like I have a backache T___T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo61mpAbfI/AAAAAAAACDQ/ximZ3JH64fY/s1600-h/IMG_8254+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249573008233754098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo61mpAbfI/AAAAAAAACDQ/ximZ3JH64fY/s320/IMG_8254+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo614jI1_I/AAAAAAAACDY/tlAEWoRhxkk/s1600-h/IMG_8260+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249573013040977906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo614jI1_I/AAAAAAAACDY/tlAEWoRhxkk/s320/IMG_8260+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What girls do best. Sorry about the camera Andrew. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNox9o1ANtI/AAAAAAAACCY/TmNYnxWVq7I/s1600-h/IMG_8268+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563250655246034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNox9o1ANtI/AAAAAAAACCY/TmNYnxWVq7I/s400/IMG_8268+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Karena, Sherry, Zoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow-cg5FrI/AAAAAAAACBA/8AmpvxtSl_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0099+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562165017908914" style="WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="306" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow-cg5FrI/AAAAAAAACBA/8AmpvxtSl_Q/s400/DSC_0099+copy.jpg" width="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A group photo of the bloggers who actually turned up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I know.. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Whoa!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoyZRDqhTI/AAAAAAAACCw/g4EE_m_XCo8/s1600-h/IMG_8285+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoyaGxeQkI/AAAAAAAACDA/PyjsJx4iyfM/s1600-h/IMG_8289+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoyZ1Q3r0I/AAAAAAAACC4/mPYbJyrT-zw/s1600-h/IMG_8286+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoyY3rPZdI/AAAAAAAACCg/l671PXeSvDE/s1600-h/IMG_8281+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon headed off to GSC to collect our tickets from Robb and Pinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo62QctWaI/AAAAAAAACDw/Zs_UPDOkKFk/s1600-h/IMG_8285+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249573019456461218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo62QctWaI/AAAAAAAACDw/Zs_UPDOkKFk/s320/IMG_8285+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNpAfasyFAI/AAAAAAAACD4/G9AbP5JFJzE/s1600-h/IMG_8281+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249579224141009922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNpAfasyFAI/AAAAAAAACD4/G9AbP5JFJzE/s320/IMG_8281+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo62KLfZNI/AAAAAAAACDg/YE77vf9uSSE/s1600-h/IMG_8289+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249573017773630674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo62KLfZNI/AAAAAAAACDg/YE77vf9uSSE/s320/IMG_8289+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo62VHssyI/AAAAAAAACDo/HzjZhWGvn0M/s1600-h/IMG_8286+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249573020710515490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNo62VHssyI/AAAAAAAACDo/HzjZhWGvn0M/s320/IMG_8286+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoyZAOsyDI/AAAAAAAACCo/Ije14giMucA/s1600-h/IMG_8284+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563720793507890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoyZAOsyDI/AAAAAAAACCo/Ije14giMucA/s400/IMG_8284+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Them fake gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562658384122578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoxbKckEtI/AAAAAAAACBQ/QJ1AE7Ty6Es/s400/DSC_0105+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrew, Joshua, Sherry, Teck Weng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like this picture. Its the complementing colours i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow-7kEcHI/AAAAAAAACBI/tvLnHlLyJfI/s1600-h/DSC_0102+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249562173352734834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNow-7kEcHI/AAAAAAAACBI/tvLnHlLyJfI/s400/DSC_0102+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red is The Colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoyiBCio-I/AAAAAAAACDI/4LCAqR8gvRA/s1600-h/IMG_8291+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249563875629769698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNoyiBCio-I/AAAAAAAACDI/4LCAqR8gvRA/s400/IMG_8291+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://harrycentury.blogspot.com/"&gt;Harry &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...who actually found me in that vast cinema.&lt;br /&gt;I guess wearing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bright red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; does help after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a few more bloggers but hadn't had the chance to take a picture with them. It was awesome meeting you guys! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SN1F-gQ_adI/AAAAAAAACEI/89JG9luXK08/s1600-h/tn2_mamma_mia_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movie was rather interesting. Met a few more people and soon headed off to Taipan's McD with Zoe, Ren and Sue. Oh, and Zoe was so cute. She saw this acquiantance of hers which she didn't like and she was adorable bitching about him. And she looked so serious about it. Cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, don't make her mad. She'll tear your picture into itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny pieces and stuff it into an almost-finished-sticky Oreo McFlurry Cup. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Pictures credit to &lt;a href="http://drewnity.com/"&gt;Andrew Wong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Tell me if i tagged anyone wrongly? It was a little confusing. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-7333568960286705099?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/7333568960286705099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=7333568960286705099' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7333568960286705099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7333568960286705099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/09/pre-mamma-mia-gathering-1u.html' title='Pre-Mamma Mia Gathering @ 1U'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SN1FnLdST9I/AAAAAAAACEA/Ga3IsYoJcNs/s72-c/7_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4458714446050677077</id><published>2008-09-27T04:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:10:30.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang Events'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia! the Movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SN1GqMq9T1I/AAAAAAAACEY/nbwFJgTkdUo/s1600-h/mamma_mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250430431353720658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SN1GqMq9T1I/AAAAAAAACEY/nbwFJgTkdUo/s400/mamma_mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With promises of an almost all-stars cast comprising of Amanda Seyfried, Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnan and Colin Firth amogst others in addition to the very popular soundtracks from 70s's /80's ABBA, who can resist not giving a chance for this musical? (especially when given a chance to watch it for free by Nuffnang =p) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems to me that this is a movie where you either fold your arms and impatiently await the end of this mindless, ridiculous and totally incomprehensible musical to end OR you'd either sing along (not out loud of course) and go along with the silly but entertaining antics of the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all, where else would you see 3 grown women (Meryl Streep!) singing, jumping and basically behaving in a totally indecently ridiculous manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SN1G6zGMJoI/AAAAAAAACEo/cwqdMtydgQw/s1600-h/tn2_mamma_mia_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite the inane capering, the average vocals as well as a typical story arc, it does induce a certain glee and obtimistic aura, with the sensation of swinging your feet (well, at least for me since my feet can't really touch the ground if i sit back) and humming along to those very familiar tunes you grew up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coupled with the breathtaking Greek scenery, this movie can indeed charm its way into you heart. Once you get over how totally absurd the plot and storyline is of course. So sit back, relax and just let its mind-numbing frivolousness of the musical sweep you off your feet. Bring your parents. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And no, I won't spoil it for you by giving a synopsis here (although you can always Google). Go watch it. And learn that &lt;strong&gt;age is not a factor&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SN4AQpY_eBI/AAAAAAAACE4/6UAf2mYx2s0/s1600-h/mamma-mia-film-bros_683888c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and one other thing. I think &lt;em&gt;Mr.James Bond&lt;/em&gt; should stick to &lt;em&gt;looking-suave-in-a-tux&lt;/em&gt; and handling some high-tech weapon or something. NO singing. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Warning: This is a PG-13 movie. Quite a few sexual implications with notable "dot dot dots...". Fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4458714446050677077?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4458714446050677077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4458714446050677077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4458714446050677077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4458714446050677077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/09/mamma-mia-movie.html' title='Mamma Mia! the Movie.'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SN1GqMq9T1I/AAAAAAAACEY/nbwFJgTkdUo/s72-c/mamma_mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-7528587645590487723</id><published>2008-09-22T02:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:48:17.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Mamma Mia Screening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; This is your average, boring, everyday rant of an average, lifeless teenage girl who lacks attention. So if you feel yourself yawning, turn back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNaOiWutYGI/AAAAAAAACAQ/6tbuGmMvqJc/s1600-h/DSC00735+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248539136615080034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNaOiWutYGI/AAAAAAAACAQ/6tbuGmMvqJc/s400/DSC00735+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all started on a sunny morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... okay, so what if i missed the morning? early risers who wake up at the crack of dawn for no reason are freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;was supposed to wake up at 11am since i'm meeting &lt;a href="http://aceysins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tw-teck.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teck Weng&lt;/a&gt; for lunch at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up at 11.45am. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;so yeah.. slight delay, but i guess by now you shouldn't be that surprised huh? Or if you really were caught by surprise, just give me the &lt;em&gt;mata sepet&lt;/em&gt; look. Trust me. I'm damned used to it by now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went for Subway, talked crap, listened to one hit wonders. Not too bad actually. I actually kinda missed those songs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After lunch, walked to a nearby clinic to get my Cervical Cancer jab. Ugh. I can feel the needle sliding in!! T___T The doctor was kinda nice though, she gave me a biscuit (it was chocolate!) and a piece of candy ^^ ain't she sweet? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Walked to AC to chill a little. Glad to know that i can still make heads turn. Ok la. i know i super muka tebal wan......... but you still love me anyways right? *puppy dog eyes* HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Talked a little about animal fusion, undies (don't ask!) and generally &lt;em&gt;pathetically lame people&lt;/em&gt;. And don't worry. 99.999999999% chance it ain't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading for dinner in 1U, followed by &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2008/08/19/nuffnang-premiere-screening-mamma-mia-the-movie/"&gt;Mamma Mia screening &lt;/a&gt;(thanks to Nuffnang!). Whoever's that's going, if you see me, come say hi! ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I had a haircut. Not that clear in the picture (top), but you get a general idea of what i look like anyway. what do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to my darling &lt;a href="http://fingernailsinmyeye.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fimeh Limeh&lt;/a&gt; for my cube! damn cute right?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-7528587645590487723?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/7528587645590487723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=7528587645590487723' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7528587645590487723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7528587645590487723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/09/pre-mamma-mia-screening.html' title='Pre-Mamma Mia Screening'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNaOiWutYGI/AAAAAAAACAQ/6tbuGmMvqJc/s72-c/DSC00735+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4832108655686693182</id><published>2008-09-20T04:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:39:22.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperCute Diamond Drops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had lunch at Wong Kok SS2 with &lt;a href="http://aceysins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wetwetwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jenai1986.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen Ai &lt;/a&gt;(who is darned ke ai!). Seriously, this is one of the best sessions ever! Ai darling.. I hope we can be &lt;em&gt;more than friends&lt;/em&gt; *wink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Memorable Moments #1:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; See that guy in blue? Just now keep staring at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Acey:&lt;/span&gt; You're BB Queen what... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, firstly im not being perasan ok! Seriously, that dude kept looking at me. I know la we're sitting like almost opposite each other &lt;s&gt;and im damn hawt&lt;/s&gt;, but still! no need look until like that right? Ugh.. make me damn self conscious only wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secondly, if you don't know whats &lt;em&gt;'BB Queen'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;s&gt;and no it doesn't have anything to do with barbeque&lt;/s&gt;, then too bad! im not telling ya. blehhh. but to give you a clue, its something only &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;sohai #1 Acey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can think of la -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6L_5nQI/AAAAAAAAB_o/ASIY--ub3z0/s1600-h/Image021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845754214128898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6L_5nQI/AAAAAAAAB_o/ASIY--ub3z0/s400/Image021+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we both look damn innocent kan? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll honestly admit that we weren't very good customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;While waiting for JenAi, me and Acey waited inside where there is air-cond. and yeah, we were talking crap about some&lt;em&gt; silly-looking-ice-bowl thing&lt;/em&gt; as well as the &lt;em&gt;muscular-man-with-tiny-dick.&lt;/em&gt; I tell you right, talking with Acey before your meal is darned turn off wei.. sure no mood to eat already wan. You girls who want to go on diet but does not have the discipline should most definitely look him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, where was i? oh yeah.. when my darling SuperCute arrived, we moved outside cz these two people &lt;s&gt;wanted to pollute the air&lt;/s&gt; smoke. An hour later, Kelvin who's like super free to drive all the way there &lt;s&gt;because he misses us&lt;/s&gt; arrived. And yeah. we actually took 2 hours to finish our food. Or at least I did. &lt;em&gt;Some&lt;/em&gt; people damn wasteful.. haihz.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once SuperCute's battery started getting low however, we moved back inside &lt;strong&gt;where its cool&lt;/strong&gt; because it was so darned hot outside (the weather here is so screwed up!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Memorable Moment #2:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6GfCtpI/AAAAAAAAB_w/HNXXCACa2LU/s1600-h/Image022+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845752734135954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6GfCtpI/AAAAAAAAB_w/HNXXCACa2LU/s400/Image022+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sor Chai #1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*pulls table closer to sofa so that i don't have to stretch so far*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;(okay i know i damn lazy wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SuperCute:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*tries to pull sofa nearer to table*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ERRRGGHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;(imagine this in a very cute little girl voice..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*sofa remains stubborn and refuses to move*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;*Me, Acey, Kelvin laughing. Loudly.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;damn cute can? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Memorable Moment #3:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6WE5XJI/AAAAAAAAB_4/ajCLg5x7KUQ/s1600-h/Image023+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845756919438482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6WE5XJI/AAAAAAAAB_4/ajCLg5x7KUQ/s400/Image023+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sor Por #1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SuperCute:&lt;/span&gt; *picks up phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"CHEE BYE! MY DIAMOND DROPPED!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;*throws phone bling onto table and pouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;to be honest, i actually stunned there for a moment. firstly, you have to understand, when someone like Jen Ai curses, its darned cute! its like some small kitten saying &lt;em&gt;"cheeeeeeee-byeee!"&lt;/em&gt; with a tiny meow. Cute wot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And to further make this a historical moment, Acey actually laughed till he cried! omg. i had no idea that was even possible. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6p6LIVI/AAAAAAAACAA/qXk4kVSAa3k/s1600-h/Image026_copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845762243174738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6p6LIVI/AAAAAAAACAA/qXk4kVSAa3k/s400/Image026_copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who else? Sor Hai #1 lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since we were apparently disturbing the peaceful serenity of the place, not to mention dirty looks by out neighbours, we decided to move to Starbucks. I had to resist the temptation to buy my Mocha Latte/Frapp. It sux being broke =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6qW6tXI/AAAAAAAACAI/CTuObsA0iEo/s1600-h/sherry2md+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845762363733362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6qW6tXI/AAAAAAAACAI/CTuObsA0iEo/s400/sherry2md+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and most importantly Sor Mui #1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This pic is darned photoshopped I tell you &lt;s&gt;but i still look like that in real life no need to be scared wtf&lt;/s&gt;. Not that I'm all that free, but SOME ppl got no skill! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome people. Next Friday FTW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can't seem to get my spacing right, thus the strange gap in the middle of the post. Sorry. Anyone who knows how to get it right, please leave a comment! thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We are interviewing applicants for administration positions in the Ch*eBye Empire. Interested applicants please forward your resume to The Messiah &lt;a href="http://aceysins.blogspot.com/2008/09/tcbe.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This is your Goddess speaking btw =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4832108655686693182?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4832108655686693182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4832108655686693182' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4832108655686693182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4832108655686693182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/09/supercute-diamond-drops.html' title='SuperCute Diamond Drops!'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SNQX6L_5nQI/AAAAAAAAB_o/ASIY--ub3z0/s72-c/Image021+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-7851782504219361059</id><published>2008-09-13T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:34:39.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Constitution of Malaysia does not really recognise the right to privacy. However, it supposingly provides the right to have 'freedom of assembly, speech and movement'. And that's of you don't get detained by &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2001/WORLD/asiapcf/southeast/08/06/malay.isa/index.html"&gt;ISA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ISA was originally enacted in the 1960's in response to Communist insurgency. At that period of time, i believe that its fair that such a law is enacted in order to stamp out the communist influence. However, this being almost 50 years later, why is it still being implemented? Are we afraid of our own countrymen (or women) that we'd use such harsh laws against our own people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or perhaps quoting the recent - and if i may say, unjustified - racist remarks:- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I urge the Chinese not to become like the Jewish in America, where it is not enough that they control the economy, but they also want to dominate politics&lt;/em&gt;," said the now famous Ahmad Ismail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are we now operating the country based on race? Are we not supposed to be "bangsa malaysia" or whatever shit is it that they cram down our throat in Moral class in schools? Does talent or ability even matter anymore? Apparently not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The one who made the remarks were suspended for 3 years. The one who merely reported the remark (hey, isn't that like, the whole point of the job?) was &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/9/12/nation/20080912221723&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;arrested&lt;/a&gt; without a trial by the ISA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am I allowed to laugh? Or is it a crime as well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehh. We're now the laughing stock of the world. Awesome-nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im so proud to be a Malaysian. We have such a democratic nation, amazing &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/9/12/nation/20080912211839&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;freedom of press&lt;/a&gt;, champions for the cause of &lt;a href="http://www.hrw.org/english/docs/2005/09/28/malays11788.htm"&gt;human rights&lt;/a&gt;, and of course, who can forget the undeniable joy of reading &lt;a href="http://www.worldfutures.info/News/Latest/Malaysia-Security-law-ISA-brandished-against-racism.html"&gt;local politics&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMqlXJoFEcI/AAAAAAAAB_g/bHQSlnu0n9k/s1600-h/military009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245186533165961666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMqlXJoFEcI/AAAAAAAAB_g/bHQSlnu0n9k/s400/military009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mereka boleh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yarh. &lt;strong&gt;Malaysia juga boleh!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-7851782504219361059?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/7851782504219361059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=7851782504219361059' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7851782504219361059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7851782504219361059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/09/malaysia-boleh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh!'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMqlXJoFEcI/AAAAAAAAB_g/bHQSlnu0n9k/s72-c/military009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-3652186134420550957</id><published>2008-09-10T22:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:11:21.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PAWS trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im tired. Brain not functioning. Post will be in simple uncomplicated sentences:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We planned to meet up for breakfast at 9am @ Coffee Bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I overslept and reached at 9.30am. We were EARLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They started arriving at 10am+. How typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfi7h8yLoI/AAAAAAAABgY/lx9Wlh1flGs/s1600-h/SL371637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244409803449708162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfi7h8yLoI/AAAAAAAABgY/lx9Wlh1flGs/s400/SL371637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had coffee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfl1W0vx6I/AAAAAAAABgg/Pv7zPN-o7I4/s1600-h/SL371642+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244412995918874530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfl1W0vx6I/AAAAAAAABgg/Pv7zPN-o7I4/s400/SL371642+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Zoe. She thinks its funny. So do i. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgrpTfKxI/AAAAAAAABeo/jILFI0o3tT8/s1600-h/SL371653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407331522816786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgrpTfKxI/AAAAAAAABeo/jILFI0o3tT8/s400/SL371653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sue, Sherry, Zoe. In car. Camwhoring. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Munkey Story.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgsKCJ9SI/AAAAAAAABe4/15k6hljkHfY/s1600-h/SL371661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407340308493602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgsKCJ9SI/AAAAAAAABe4/15k6hljkHfY/s400/SL371661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little monkey hung himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgr66hc7I/AAAAAAAABew/BBKSUaegXPI/s1600-h/SL371658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407336249947058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgr66hc7I/AAAAAAAABew/BBKSUaegXPI/s400/SL371658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet &lt;strong&gt;Charlie The Munkey&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why the previous monkey hung himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Violence. Neglect. Depression.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You no touch munkey. He kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgsHy4usI/AAAAAAAABfA/CeosDbvlL7U/s1600-h/SL371667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407339707579074" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="332" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgsHy4usI/AAAAAAAABfA/CeosDbvlL7U/s400/SL371667.JPG" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfh-041vKI/AAAAAAAABf4/dKO-7m3wPVo/s1600-h/SL371703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408760561417378" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="324" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfh-041vKI/AAAAAAAABf4/dKO-7m3wPVo/s400/SL371703.JPG" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cat and Dog. obviously. wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgsX3PpJI/AAAAAAAABfI/H7U-Sn5zh24/s1600-h/SL371671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407344020825234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfgsX3PpJI/AAAAAAAABfI/H7U-Sn5zh24/s400/SL371671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't you give them a good home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfh_MNLObI/AAAAAAAABgI/DNTu92zJLsg/s1600-h/SL371683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408766820727218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfh_MNLObI/AAAAAAAABgI/DNTu92zJLsg/s400/SL371683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say &lt;em&gt;*awwwwwwww*&lt;/em&gt; with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhfVibg5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/PRWm6Jkohgs/s1600-h/SL371693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408219569980306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhfVibg5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/PRWm6Jkohgs/s400/SL371693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Us bullying the pup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhfnAd_kI/AAAAAAAABfY/odt2pUYDDHI/s1600-h/SL371699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408224259374658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhfnAd_kI/AAAAAAAABfY/odt2pUYDDHI/s400/SL371699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yee Hou bullying the pup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Conclusion: We bully pups.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfh_HctaYI/AAAAAAAABgQ/4IaPo5msxIE/s1600-h/SL371697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408765543704962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfh_HctaYI/AAAAAAAABgQ/4IaPo5msxIE/s400/SL371697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teck Weng, Sue, Sherry, Zoe, Yee Hou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wet, sweaty, smelly, tired, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhfmg-ziI/AAAAAAAABfg/VVf4SFzZlvw/s1600-h/SL371707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408224127307298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhfmg-ziI/AAAAAAAABfg/VVf4SFzZlvw/s400/SL371707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go volunteer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add some karma points. Then sin by indulging in a chocolate ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhfqNhORI/AAAAAAAABfo/GdG6ILgbjmw/s1600-h/SL371710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408225119418642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhfqNhORI/AAAAAAAABfo/GdG6ILgbjmw/s400/SL371710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're endorsing this place &lt;s&gt;if they want us&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed of to Summit after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfh_OYIQcI/AAAAAAAABgA/7qyTCmP0KV0/s1600-h/SL371721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408767403540930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfh_OYIQcI/AAAAAAAABgA/7qyTCmP0KV0/s400/SL371721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe, Teck Weng, Sherry. Late lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhf1cN5yI/AAAAAAAABfw/N_E4l4hfJeY/s1600-h/SL371719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244408228133857058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfhf1cN5yI/AAAAAAAABfw/N_E4l4hfJeY/s400/SL371719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I find this funny. start laughing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had craving for chips. Walking towards Cold Storage.&lt;br /&gt;Got a call, from my brother:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hello? anything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Dad is behind you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"wtf?!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*looks back*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Dad is less than 1 metre away DIRECTLY BEHIND ME wtf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*walks super fast and hides in between racks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Did he see me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bought chips. Go home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No one home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes TW bring me out for drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner. Sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wtf. damn wuliao. sorry for retarded post. brain has stopped functioning for the night. im off to bed. good night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Happy Belated Birthday Sayang! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-3652186134420550957?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/3652186134420550957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=3652186134420550957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3652186134420550957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3652186134420550957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/09/paws-trip.html' title='The PAWS trip.'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SMfi7h8yLoI/AAAAAAAABgY/lx9Wlh1flGs/s72-c/SL371637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-707750117504177097</id><published>2008-09-07T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:41:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning blues. Literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suck at updating, really. its amazing how this blog survived for so long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;by now i have countless photos yet to be uploaded, posts yet to be posted, food yet to eaten and stuff yet to be done. ok fine, im just being lame here. haihz, im a little on sugar high at the moment despite it only being 2pm.... or perhaps it's because i woke up damn early at &lt;strong&gt;6AM&lt;/strong&gt; ON A &lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;!! gawd.. i must've died and gone to sleep-hell *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*takes a deep breath*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;do not ask me why i woke up so early because its so darned stupid that im embaressed to talked about it because you'd probably laugh your ass off if you ever found out why i woke up so blardy early on a Sunday morning which is why im not telling you so please don't bother asking because im not telling you wtf&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and no, don't bother trying to persuade me to tell you, i will not give in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and don't you dare give me that puppy dog/ &lt;em&gt;puss-in-boots&lt;/em&gt; wide eyed look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ish.. why are you all making this so hard for me? =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;STOP IT!!! :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ugh, FINE! i tell you la... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i woke up early because...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I fell off my bed as I was trying to hit the snooze button. DO NOT LAUGH wtf!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SAID DO NOT LAUGH wtf  -________________-" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hit my elbow pain enough already ok! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mehhhhhhhh.. if i get another blue-black bruise i hailat d.. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. time to divert attention from my unfortunate misfortune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check out Acey's post on Innit chicks &lt;a href="http://aceysins.blogspot.com/2008/09/innit-chicks.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It gives a rather good summary of the girls you see spamming the Innit chatbox at odd hours (or all hours. whatever) plus i'd say he has rather good drawing skills wouldn't you say? well, at least its better than some people anyway &lt;em&gt;*ahem AWA*&lt;/em&gt; (inside joke, ignore if you don't understand). ok, im vain. im only promoting it because im also featured albeit in a rather exagerated way wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and before i forget, thanks Chriss for your &lt;a href="http://onemanasylum.blogspot.com/2008/08/to.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; too! awww. you make me blush so much i look like a &lt;s&gt;tomato&lt;/s&gt; cute strawberry wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay. im done crapping for now. have a good day everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-707750117504177097?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/707750117504177097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=707750117504177097' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/707750117504177097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/707750117504177097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-morning-blues-literally.html' title='Sunday morning blues. Literally'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-3964319885010565121</id><published>2008-09-02T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:08:04.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*sniffs* I am sick. &lt;strong&gt;Again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? (is that like one of the most cliche opening lines or what.. -___-) One of the things I really hate is being taken for granted. Doubtless, with the issue of familiarity, be it friend or family gives one occasional tickets to expect certain favours or understandings in a situation, yet even one should not ignore the boundaries of courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, its nice to be trusted (or am i?) but even one as worthless as me feels offended at being used every so often without a &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;. And hell if you think I’m not open minded enough to take in occasional blunders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resent not being taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I resent being taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I resent being somewhere and be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ridiculous how one can feel when you’ve denied an invitation due to earlier engagements or perhaps in favour of more pressing matters only to be shrugged of with a “&lt;em&gt;Oh, at least I tried&lt;/em&gt;” and then &lt;strong&gt;ignored&lt;/strong&gt; after that. Its probable that you will not even be missed of you did not attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superficiality seems to be so common nowadays. &lt;s&gt;I’ve been living in it for some time now, occasionally making an appearance just to make myself believe I actually have a social life. And of course to remind people that I’m still alive.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s so difficult to know who’s real and who's, for lack of a better word, &lt;em&gt;plastic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that, there are those who’d stuck with me through thick and thin. The ones whom I’ve learned to trust. The ones who I actually enjoy being with. The ones who make me happy just by being there. You guys are so awesome that being with you reduces my need for chocolate and ice-cream, which is saying a lot if you actually understand the extent of my addiction…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those actually liking me for the way I am, &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Those liking me because of my looks I have nothing against you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those treating me as if I’m not worth a shit, &lt;strong&gt;fuck you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SL0bsz-7DSI/AAAAAAAABeg/coGZhRmMZuY/s1600-h/mommy-baby-tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241375998011444514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SL0bsz-7DSI/AAAAAAAABeg/coGZhRmMZuY/s400/mommy-baby-tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its time to get tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I’m not emo-ing despite the perverse attraction of it. Something simply happened today to remind me how hard it is to be yourself sometimes. Smiling and nodding while viciously backstabbing each other. Just back off, can? Trust me, you do not want to know how much of a bitch I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mehh. I can’t eat chocs with my friggin sore throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt; and yes. i am &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; vain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-3964319885010565121?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/3964319885010565121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=3964319885010565121' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3964319885010565121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3964319885010565121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-blues.html' title='tuesday blues'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SL0bsz-7DSI/AAAAAAAABeg/coGZhRmMZuY/s72-c/mommy-baby-tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-9073209330747104525</id><published>2008-08-25T20:50:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:10:30.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang Events'/><title type='text'>Nuffnang Sharing Session @ Italiannies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. i figured that i had better update before SOME people come after me with parangs or what nots if i don't post this up soon. haihz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for the &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2008/08/11/nuffnang-sharing-session-by-italiannies/"&gt;Nuffnang Sharing Session by Italiannies&lt;/a&gt; with Ringo &amp;amp; Cindy last Sunday night. I was a little surprised at being picked seeing as only 20 bloggers were invited. I wanna say a HUGE THANK YOU to whoever picked me!! :D (nah.. don't say i nvr appreciate wtf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238438101105796546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKrstJIZcI/AAAAAAAABYg/FQM-n4oYm8o/s400/IMG_5089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most people were of course fashionably late.. or even if they're not very fashionable, simply following malaysian timing. and before you give me the look, i was on time &lt;s&gt;for once in my life&lt;/s&gt; ok! haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238438098631559570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKrsj7OiZI/AAAAAAAABYo/spFjEZ_OFr0/s400/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; welcome speech from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Boss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(woohoo! sound like &lt;em&gt;mafia&lt;/em&gt; wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1LkLBHJI/AAAAAAAABaw/AJqO5_xPkbw/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238448526878383250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1LkLBHJI/AAAAAAAABaw/AJqO5_xPkbw/s200/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1LhsdQXI/AAAAAAAABa4/D3JdbW3380M/s1600-h/IMG_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238448526213333362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1LhsdQXI/AAAAAAAABa4/D3JdbW3380M/s200/IMG_0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1Lx5GtrI/AAAAAAAABbA/K8ARNMVBals/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238448530561349298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1Lx5GtrI/AAAAAAAABbA/K8ARNMVBals/s200/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1MO5JR5I/AAAAAAAABbI/vI8fihaT-Nw/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238448538346145682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1MO5JR5I/AAAAAAAABbI/vI8fihaT-Nw/s200/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1MGdWhYI/AAAAAAAABbQ/X4pCzx55eME/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238448536082089346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1MGdWhYI/AAAAAAAABbQ/X4pCzx55eME/s200/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1zJyzcHI/AAAAAAAABbY/8fr21Fz87sg/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238449206992269426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1zJyzcHI/AAAAAAAABbY/8fr21Fz87sg/s200/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1zS4ek9I/AAAAAAAABbo/Dh4hcNoKZ4U/s1600-h/IMG_5176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238449209431987154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK1zS4ek9I/AAAAAAAABbo/Dh4hcNoKZ4U/s200/IMG_5176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK2eiREYLI/AAAAAAAABb4/-fgorXpvwD4/s1600-h/IMG_5174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238449952296034482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK2eiREYLI/AAAAAAAABb4/-fgorXpvwD4/s200/IMG_5174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Absolutely delish food from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Italiannies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would totally recommend the Chicken Itallianies &lt;s&gt;which is obviously a chicken dish wtf&lt;/s&gt;. Wonderful blend of herbs and aroma. It doesn't look like chicken, but it sure tasted good! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And for those with a sweet tooth, the tiramisu is absolutely heavenly and Kate's cake (im-not-sure-what-it's-called) is definitely a must try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conversation was great as i had &lt;em&gt;The Boss&lt;/em&gt; (okay, i have no idea why i'm liking the word so much.. maybe cz it sounds so macho wtf) himself across me - which is good as he's an great conversationalist, thus avoiding those awkward &lt;em&gt;I-stare-at-you, you-stare-at-me-and we have-nothing-to-say&lt;/em&gt; moments. I think the poor guy talked more than he ate though. Oh well, diet right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, when we people started getting restless and moving around to (what else?) camwhore, we were reminded of our purpose in this gathering - which is to hear about Cindy and Ringo's experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK3hfJ6NGI/AAAAAAAABcA/7JLc3pWZLAY/s1600-h/IMG_5156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238442620616878130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKvzxoiqDI/AAAAAAAABZg/NaYPq70jD9Q/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; yeap. thats them MDG girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK3hfJ6NGI/AAAAAAAABcA/7JLc3pWZLAY/s1600-h/IMG_5156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238451102511936610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK3hfJ6NGI/AAAAAAAABcA/7JLc3pWZLAY/s200/IMG_5156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK3hkX7EHI/AAAAAAAABcI/Q3zM6IVFMt0/s1600-h/IMG_5159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238451103912890482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK3hkX7EHI/AAAAAAAABcI/Q3zM6IVFMt0/s200/IMG_5159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK3h-8fWDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/EIVsMknBRTg/s1600-h/IMG_5160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238451111045584946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK3h-8fWDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/EIVsMknBRTg/s200/IMG_5160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talking about the &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;ugly&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238442628208952658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKv0N6ohVI/AAAAAAAABZo/A0iWyRP32LI/s400/IMG_0444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Them being interviewed and yes, thats me with a jakun smile on my face wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKrsPxlKfI/AAAAAAAABYQ/M_2KQD_CSLY/s1600-h/IMG_5178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238438093222390258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKrsPxlKfI/AAAAAAAABYQ/M_2KQD_CSLY/s400/IMG_5178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hottie &lt;a href="http://psaradoxical.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;, me and &lt;a href="http://zoeyve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zoe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238444305429222226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKxV2DG01I/AAAAAAAABaA/1_kmd2PCs08/s400/IMG_0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday girl &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238438096741860466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKrsc4sBHI/AAAAAAAABYY/ZMUiMq4doNc/s400/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pinky, &lt;a href="http://www.cheeserland.com/"&gt;Ringo&lt;/a&gt;, Sherry, Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238444309968177922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKxWG9RywI/AAAAAAAABaI/JJzig4nWmw0/s400/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;look at the jokers behind &lt;s&gt;not Robb's lanci face&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238444316384127026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKxWe29aDI/AAAAAAAABaY/N0otnCIcNdQ/s400/IMG_5209.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being stalked... xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440888660111186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKuO9l3r1I/AAAAAAAABYw/m7VNNbYVTWc/s400/IMG_5218.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://joshuaongys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joshua&lt;/a&gt;'s da man! (only for the day) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440892458586834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKuPLvf0tI/AAAAAAAABY4/B87vFOUO124/s400/IMG_5219.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is a very good example of Zoe being mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238444320369725346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKxWttMz6I/AAAAAAAABag/E0CgM4xxno8/s400/IMG_5215.jpg" border="0" /&gt; you see what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLUVyvtA26I/AAAAAAAABdI/eoiku7ZHD4A/s1600-h/Nigel+%26+Sherry(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239117703058348962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLUVyvtA26I/AAAAAAAABdI/eoiku7ZHD4A/s400/Nigel+%26+Sherry(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This ish &lt;a href="http://nigelais.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nigel&lt;/a&gt;. he smile damn cute ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK6YNxKEYI/AAAAAAAABco/VyBWeuZyxEA/s1600-h/me%2Bsherry2_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238454241760776578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK6YNxKEYI/AAAAAAAABco/VyBWeuZyxEA/s400/me%2Bsherry2_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is &lt;a href="http://www.shun2u.com/"&gt;Chuan&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;who recognised me from KSCB. woohooo! i ish fehmes! wahahahhaha. sorry la. i high a bit. wasn't really expecting to know so many people. (hmm. im supposed to have this picture with &lt;a href="http://jeromefo.blogspot.com/"&gt;jeromefo&lt;/a&gt; aka &lt;s&gt;the very annoying, bt seems quite harmless in rl&lt;/s&gt; J0ker, but i hv yet to receive it.. sorry dude. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK6H11FNpI/AAAAAAAABcY/gqmvdGHcgSU/s1600-h/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238453960456877714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLK6H11FNpI/AAAAAAAABcY/gqmvdGHcgSU/s400/IMG_0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnmah.blogspot.com/"&gt;John aka Miao &lt;/a&gt;is here too! *faints*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLLhNoPgvmI/AAAAAAAABdA/0WUNsKB3n7c/s1600-h/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238496940842335842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLLhNoPgvmI/AAAAAAAABdA/0WUNsKB3n7c/s400/IMG_1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i just noticed that we're quite color coordinated, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;proving that black is ALWAYS a safe choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; plus i look awesome in it... BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238438082592033170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKrroLGyZI/AAAAAAAABYI/6PskfDSQW70/s400/IMG_5203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sara, Cindy, Ringo, Sherry, Zoe, Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238442622020882290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKvz23SD3I/AAAAAAAABZY/R5VsgHPygjU/s400/IMG_5180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yes people, thats a genuine smile! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not posting her sexy pout poser picture here. u can go check out the other blogs for that. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238444312056901970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKxWOvRMVI/AAAAAAAABaQ/B1-YHfy72Es/s400/IMG_5199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and obviously i'm more interested in the dessert... jkjk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i ♥ you kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440896863442834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKuPcJsl5I/AAAAAAAABZA/UNeCN4-Us9M/s400/IMG_5220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm taller! =D (please ignore Zoe. she's being mean to me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440897160798514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKuPdQl4TI/AAAAAAAABZI/hHl84KnsrUc/s400/IMG_5221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kate, Zoe, &lt;a href="http://royalshortness.blogspot.com/"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://robbyaoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robb&lt;/a&gt;, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440902093498418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKuPvoo6DI/AAAAAAAABZQ/wkNtug_YZ8U/s400/IMG_5222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my &lt;em&gt;kelian&lt;/em&gt; face looks better than his! wtflol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238442636545204290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKv0s-JoEI/AAAAAAAABZw/fPECJciEo50/s400/IMG_5226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://summeruntitled.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Pinky&lt;/a&gt;, Ringo, me, Zoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238442640211225762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKv06oMrKI/AAAAAAAABZ4/uYz_Z8QYZZQ/s400/IMG_5225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;us again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i simply can't resist this picture... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238445834663875778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKyu25D1MI/AAAAAAAABao/7nSZd8mXtIE/s400/IMG_5228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they both look so cuteright???!! like kids in a candy store.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt; Thanks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nuff&lt;/span&gt;nang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for this! it was an absolutely fab idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pps.&lt;/span&gt; picture credits to &lt;a href="http://nigelais.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nigel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joshuaongys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joshua Ong&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Timothy&lt;/a&gt;, because as usual, me being the lazy ass I am did not bring a camera and would rather just steal pictures form others. nah, just kidding. I don't have a camera =( . which reminds me.. my birthday coming soon! *hints* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pps&lt;/span&gt;. if i missed out anyone who hasn't sent the pics to me.. *&lt;em&gt;hint hint chuan&lt;/em&gt;* im sorry. i'll update it when i get it ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ppps.&lt;/span&gt; there are so many of you i din't manage to get pics with.. awesome meeting you guys though! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-9073209330747104525?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/9073209330747104525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=9073209330747104525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9073209330747104525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9073209330747104525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/08/nuffnang-sharing-session-italiannies.html' title='Nuffnang Sharing Session @ Italiannies'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLKrstJIZcI/AAAAAAAABYg/FQM-n4oYm8o/s72-c/IMG_5089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-8473439320624523666</id><published>2008-08-24T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:28:40.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Eeeeeeeeeeek!! Mamma Mia The Movie us finally here!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For those wondering why it sounds so familiar, it’s a hit single from the ABBA, the Swedish band that was popular in the 70’s and 80’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/wtoi4b*JKg-LqPHx1m7-4hiBm5hxHrB6*riSGImmeKjr6Q7B0VcYwhLL6u6OPbfrKQ9J*4uZBsvGdYLuPrDEVTv4Up2Fd-jy/abba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, perhaps I’m not as hip as I usually pretend to be. But heck, I think my parents got to me young, listening to Light &amp;amp; Easy (a radio station) , playing records by ABBA, Beetles, The Carpenters, etc.. over and over and over again. Sigh, I’ve been tainted! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBA used to be one of my favourites though, and I’d be singing and dancing along, although 80% of the time I don’t even know what they saying. And I used to look damn cute k! I even have a video of me dancing to the song ‘Dancing Queen’ – which I’m so NOT gonna post here because its too embarrassing wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237938343234789362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLDlK9_oX_I/AAAAAAAABYA/vpAA-0XlgSA/s400/mamma-mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the story.. Mamma Mia is about a bride, her mum and 3 possible dads - I’m sure u can roughly guess the movie plot huh? Sounds rather predictable. However, starring Meryl Streep (The Devil Wears Prada), Colin Firth (Pride and Prejudice) as well as the suave Pierce Brosnan (James Bond: Die Another Day), how can I not want to go? Worse come to worse, I can always drool at Pierce Brosnan – say what you want, but I think he’s kinda cute. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237938340173297906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLDlKyltuPI/AAAAAAAABX4/BsouxhdQ1o4/s400/mamma-mia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABBA so rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you Nuffnang for hosting this!! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-8473439320624523666?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/8473439320624523666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=8473439320624523666' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8473439320624523666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8473439320624523666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/08/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SLDlK9_oX_I/AAAAAAAABYA/vpAA-0XlgSA/s72-c/mamma-mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-8761062790430386808</id><published>2008-08-17T21:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:03:50.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKgtO7FSU4I/AAAAAAAABXw/2Pkv2flU9yc/s1600-h/DSC01584rs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235484301219484546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 408px" height="427" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKgtO7FSU4I/AAAAAAAABXw/2Pkv2flU9yc/s400/DSC01584rs.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Random thoughts surfacing&lt;br /&gt;As I watch them crumble&lt;br /&gt;Helpless at the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;Leaving scars, a fatal stroke&lt;br /&gt;Marring the beauty that was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bother&lt;br /&gt;When others do not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care&lt;br /&gt;About such nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel&lt;br /&gt;Anguish and despair&lt;br /&gt;As you threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see windows of opportunities&lt;br /&gt;Flaring briefly in the light&lt;br /&gt;Soon passing away, unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the stale air, of resentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing regret&lt;br /&gt;For your sake, I hope you’re right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-8761062790430386808?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/8761062790430386808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=8761062790430386808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8761062790430386808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8761062790430386808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-again.html' title='once again'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKgtO7FSU4I/AAAAAAAABXw/2Pkv2flU9yc/s72-c/DSC01584rs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-7128145999352310397</id><published>2008-08-14T22:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:18:43.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just not my day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;News Updates about Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not that you’d ever be interested, but what the heck anyways.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m sick. I’m currently having a massive headache and I feel like throwing up although I have nothing to actually vomit out due to the fact that I’ve barely eaten all day. Feeling slightly nauseous - and no, I’m not pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I feel a little betrayed by some people, which I ranted about &lt;a href="http://weblog.xanga.com/sherrymints/670282309/i-feel-so-fucking-be.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Don’t bother clicking if you don’t have access to my Xanga protected postings. If you feel that you might deserve access, ask me. Only my besties need apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKRJJe9oajI/AAAAAAAABXo/n4JUo7FC5W0/s1600-h/nightstar01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234389094190574130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKRJJe9oajI/AAAAAAAABXo/n4JUo7FC5W0/s400/nightstar01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i could use a little magic right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Feeling a little uncomfortable with some people right now. So what if I’m not a conformist to your particular group? Is it wrong to mingle and socialize with others? I hate being used and I’m not that naïve to not know that you only acknowledge me when you want something. So all these crap talks about not telling me anything just because I’m not ‘one of you’ behind my back, grow some guts and tell it to my face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got a note from the ex’s girlfriend again. You know the one. Left me another ‘anonymous’ message to stay away. LOL? From what I gathered, she’s pissed because I met &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; by accident in Pyramid recently. So we had coffee and caught up on each other’s lives. It’s what old friends do – and it’s been 5 years since we were together. Stop being so paranoid. Ugh! Plus I know &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; doesn’t know about these so called anonymous messages and you should be thankful that I don’t rat you out k! Okay, I’m bitching about her here just because I know she doesn’t read my blog (or at least that’s what she claims). I think she secretly stalks it though. Or get one of her friends to go it. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Updates on the WQ – SL drama? They’re both still not talking. But at least they still have the heart to look ashamed when I had a talk with them. God! I think I’m starting to be like some naggy mom or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I hate college. And I don’t mean just the increasing workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have this weird craving for Japanese food. It keeps coming back no matter how much I spent on Jap food the previous day. Omg, this obsession is making me broke! (and no. I’m seriously not pregnant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKRFWnZfXAI/AAAAAAAABXg/iKGE1vKxpXM/s1600-h/sushi-platter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234384921746693122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKRFWnZfXAI/AAAAAAAABXg/iKGE1vKxpXM/s400/sushi-platter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;spot the not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My mood is not improving. No help from insensitive people who keeps pushing their luck with so call ‘funny’ comments. Stop acting like some smartass and just stfu can? Not forgetting also the annoying dude next to me who’s smoking like there’s no tomorrow. Which part of “I don’t feel well and I don’t feel like eating.” don’t you understand? Ugh. I’ve been forced to eat a cheeseburger. And I seriously feel unwell now. @#$%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKRFWjfuZfI/AAAAAAAABXY/PS1w0J4L9w0/s1600-h/cat-in-pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234384920699102706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKRFWjfuZfI/AAAAAAAABXY/PS1w0J4L9w0/s400/cat-in-pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i ish in no mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; You people reading this, don't go all paranoid on me. 99.99% chance it ain't you. Have a good day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-7128145999352310397?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/7128145999352310397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=7128145999352310397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7128145999352310397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7128145999352310397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-not-my-day.html' title='Just not my day.'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SKRJJe9oajI/AAAAAAAABXo/n4JUo7FC5W0/s72-c/nightstar01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-9033917200503861522</id><published>2008-08-09T05:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:53:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Civilised People..</title><content type='html'>Here's one thing I really don't like:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People spoiling perfectly new, good, nice public amenities (eg. tables) with scribbles. Not just any scribbles. UGLY scribbles. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't draw, why do it? Practise on paper first la! sheesh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SJzKAY9hcuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/eRmc8rlctKg/s1600-h/mikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232278975146980066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SJzKAY9hcuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/eRmc8rlctKg/s400/mikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I have been labeled as irresponsible on more occasions than I care to think of. But this is really stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I know I'm a friggin hypocrite - especially those who knew me in high school - remember all those old wooden rotting desk they used to give us? The ones with wood peelings and faded scribblings that no one give a second glance - unless its something thats naughtily obscene. We're absolutely fascinated by that sort of thing, I've noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I admit I used to scribble on those - specially during history, accounting and science classes. I absolutely loathe analytical subjects (history just because i don't listen in class). Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And most of the time i prefer to scribble on my textbook anyways. You know, like drawing beards or moustache or moles on some unknown scientist or explorer dude (or something like that). Yeah. I was a lame kid.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was my original topic again? Oh yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drawing UGLY scribbles on brand new, clean looking surfaces. Its not even words! Just ugly scribbles that looked faintly kindergarden - ish. And those ugly scibbles - doddles with some ugly pen ink colour no less - stand out like a sore thumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wth right? Aren't we old enough to be civilised about this at least? I'm not picky about whats right lawfully. Its just that its so ugly! No talent also want to &lt;em&gt;conteng&lt;/em&gt;. Spoil my eyes only ler. Hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fine. I know I'm being ridiculous here. And i have absolutely no idea why am I so annoyed by this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SJzKATNfkLI/AAAAAAAABXI/brZjBbnT4ao/s1600-h/GodPutMeOnEarth.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232278973603352754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SJzKATNfkLI/AAAAAAAABXI/brZjBbnT4ao/s400/GodPutMeOnEarth.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawd, I so need a life right now. wtf. &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/7708130290438082434-9033917200503861522?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/9033917200503861522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=9033917200503861522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9033917200503861522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9033917200503861522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-civilised-people.html' title='We Civilised People..'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SJzKAY9hcuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/eRmc8rlctKg/s72-c/mikki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-6734097833933213284</id><published>2008-07-29T23:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:41:30.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for lack of updates recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My awesome internet is acting up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't load pictures, I can't save my posts. Fck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the time I actually get it up and running, I've lost the mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228466601609263698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SI8-rCzp-lI/AAAAAAAABWI/JHLfDXGUBgo/s400/domo_kun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm ready to go crazy now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ps.&lt;/span&gt; I am looking for a new digital camera. Budget less than 1k if possible. Any good ones you guys are willing to suggest? Comments/Help will be deeply appreciated. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;PPs.&lt;/span&gt; Zoe is looking for a dentist to have her tooth filled. Anyone willing to work for free in exchange for free advertorials on her blog? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-6734097833933213284?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/6734097833933213284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=6734097833933213284' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6734097833933213284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6734097833933213284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/07/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SI8-rCzp-lI/AAAAAAAABWI/JHLfDXGUBgo/s72-c/domo_kun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-8842317946487876549</id><published>2008-07-24T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:08:37.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours Irritatedly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SIhUdG3wouI/AAAAAAAABV4/ho4i9HaSJLA/s1600-h/knockitallmy2py6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226520226600887010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SIhUdG3wouI/AAAAAAAABV4/ho4i9HaSJLA/s400/knockitallmy2py6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I absolutely hate dealing with drama. More often than not however, I'm pushed right in the middle of it. I understand that perhaps I may be the best one to deal with a particular issue in our group, but its gone to such extent that you have somehow pushed me right into the middle of a war - a war which I frankly did not want to know, did not care and its giving me a headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough already! How much more foolishness must I take just to satisfy your idiotic want for revenge for something not even worth mentioning? Do you realise how ridiculous you look, getting all emotional and fired up over this?! I've been more than tolerant, listening to both your rants, but this has got to stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop. Being. Childish. and. Immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heck, you're both older than me. wtf am i telling this to you for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like wanna slap the both of you into saying sorry lor. sheesh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yours Irritatedly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-8842317946487876549?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/8842317946487876549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=8842317946487876549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8842317946487876549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8842317946487876549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/07/yours-irritatedly.html' title='Yours Irritatedly.'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SIhUdG3wouI/AAAAAAAABV4/ho4i9HaSJLA/s72-c/knockitallmy2py6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-5839503961052906856</id><published>2008-07-23T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:17:06.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Deedy: xoxo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many things have been happening lately that occasionally I find myself losing track of what I've been doing. Sleeping hours are screwed up again what with the current dramas, pressure from parents as well as several apointments a day from friends who are leaving, birthdays even an anniversary or two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course I didn't go for it all! My parents will kill me. Plus I can barely afford that lifestyle anyway especially since my allowance has stopped flowing ever since hols started. One good thing about going back to classes - at least I'd have cash again.. (pathetic huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Running out of tidbits and assorted snacks to keep me happy. Damn.. i've been binging so much eversince 4 weeks ago when ....... . Well, at least I still have some chocolates to keep me company when I'm feeling under the weather. Thanks Deedy!!! mwahs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226221878003976578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SIdFG7vNSYI/AAAAAAAABVo/k4zgCoxr750/s400/DSC00584+modrs.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Look what she got me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Believe it or not, I wasn't wearing makeup at all for this picture. Cool! (This was taken in the evening of course.) Trust me, I look awful in the morning, especially when I'm still sleepy. I can be such a pig sometimes. haihs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; went back today. I'm afraid we haven't been treating &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well at all and I feel bad about it, really. But I can't help but think that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; brought this down to herself. I've tried to be patient and tolerant. Yet some people never change - no matter how much you want them to. Seeing the way &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is sometimes, I'm not surprised about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; situation. After all, not many are willing to help those who won't help themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;~It hasn't been easy, but I'll get through it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;~I am chilling~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt; I see no sense in this post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-5839503961052906856?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/5839503961052906856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=5839503961052906856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5839503961052906856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5839503961052906856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-deedy-xoxo.html' title='To Deedy: xoxo~'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SIdFG7vNSYI/AAAAAAAABVo/k4zgCoxr750/s72-c/DSC00584+modrs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-7066398918571906019</id><published>2008-07-20T02:58:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:14:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The aroma of coffee permeats the air&lt;br /&gt;As I find myself in a situation so rare&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how lucky I feel&lt;br /&gt;As I wonder what will the morning yield &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fengyblogstoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fengy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; was ever so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early and not complaining even one tiny bit&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wish you a very &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;I shall be nice and your age I won't say!&lt;br /&gt;(Well, at least not today =P) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; was pushed out of bed&lt;br /&gt;When three insistant calls I made&lt;br /&gt;Of siblings and kids and random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Had fun chilling and chatting about what-nots &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We talked of ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Of how life rolls and bounce&lt;br /&gt;We 3 happily sharing thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying something that can't be bought &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! for a moment there was bliss&lt;br /&gt;As I'm glad this is something I didn't miss&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps mornings aint so bad after all&lt;br /&gt;If its well spent my with awesome pals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SII6dTcyt2I/AAAAAAAABVI/Dlol6CC9TNA/s1600-h/SL370826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224802792814851938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SII6dTcyt2I/AAAAAAAABVI/Dlol6CC9TNA/s320/SL370826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sue's Big O &lt;em&gt;something something&lt;/em&gt; (I can't remember, sorry!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SII6dUIZohI/AAAAAAAABVQ/rSFV3QEVBYM/s1600-h/SL370827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224802792997757458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SII6dUIZohI/AAAAAAAABVQ/rSFV3QEVBYM/s320/SL370827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My Salmon Foccacia (don't ask me. I can't pronounce it either) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SII6dd2h9qI/AAAAAAAABVY/MJ0cDuS-oIc/s1600-h/SL370828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224802795607160482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SII6dd2h9qI/AAAAAAAABVY/MJ0cDuS-oIc/s320/SL370828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fengy's healthy Toasted Foccacia (plain toasted bread?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. I'm damn happy I woke up for this. Although due to time constraints I looked like shyt. You know what? I swear coffee no longer has any effects on me! Drank &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; cups of coffee (apparently it's a big deal but im not sure why. I'm sure four cups aint that much right?) and I somehow managed to fall asleep 5 minutes after I got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up an hour later for class and when I came home again, I visited dreamland again for another 3 hours. Sheesh! Tipu punya coffee le... !!! Damn, I feel dehydrated - not that I am not already &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. actually I think I sleep better with coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... I'm such a freak! T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Found out my first semester results today. Thanks to some very smart guy la. Haihz. This fella actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sherrymint says (2:39 AM): possible career choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Geoffrey says (2:40 AM): maybe&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey says (2:40 AM): im was thinking of gigolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He got higher GPA and grades than me, so I pretty sure he'll succeed in his chosen career. I wish you all the best Geoff!!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-7066398918571906019?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/7066398918571906019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=7066398918571906019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7066398918571906019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7066398918571906019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-morning-breakfast.html' title='Saturday Morning Breakfast'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SII6dTcyt2I/AAAAAAAABVI/Dlol6CC9TNA/s72-c/SL370826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-9117189681165673143</id><published>2008-07-14T18:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:20:20.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaun = Van Persie? wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went back to TaylorsSJ &lt;em&gt;not-so-recently&lt;/em&gt; just to visit some old friends. Damn I sort of miss that place! Supposed to meetup with Alyse but she ffk-ed me last minute. *sigh*. Luckily Ken was nice enough to teman me although he was halfway dota-ing (okay la. I'm not that mean k! I let him finish his game first of course.). He dragged his friend &lt;s&gt;whom i cannot remember the name and now I feel friggin paiseh&lt;/s&gt; along too. Felt kinda bad actually... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i let the guys go back to their game after lunch and went back to campus to meet up with Shaun. Guess what I found tacked on the library door? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsou76oREI/AAAAAAAABUY/Egstr-Uk2H4/s1600-h/DSC01756+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222812979688916034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsou76oREI/AAAAAAAABUY/Egstr-Uk2H4/s400/DSC01756+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new rule! haha.. I wonder how long this one will last..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsovParz3I/AAAAAAAABUg/x64E2sMRNYw/s1600-h/DSC01758+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222812984923639666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsovParz3I/AAAAAAAABUg/x64E2sMRNYw/s400/DSC01758+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All students must be readily identified at all times."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds like some sort of prison le!!Geez.. I won't be surprised if they start giving out jumpsuits with nametags one day. wtf. =='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are so many crazy people around these days. Someone told me that there was this dude who went around molesting girls during early mornings or late evenings in college. Apparently, he likes targetting girls who are wearing flare-ish skirts and he'd like grab their butt from behind or something.. So my dear darlings who's studying there, please do be careful.. and remember to whack the shit out of him if you do catch him. These kind of people -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the dude who was my class monitor in high school for 4 years in a row, I want to thank you for wasting your time to teman me - despite me telling you in advance and you forgot (!!!). I'm pretty sure its your guilt talking of course.. seeing as how badly you've tortured me in high school. LOL. And I'm sorry yet thankful that you let me bug you while you're studying. haha.. I know I damn noisy and buat banyak kacau. But thanks for being damn tolerant anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsov6cr4zI/AAAAAAAABU4/7jAhiD3TINc/s1600-h/DSC01778+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222812996474757938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsov6cr4zI/AAAAAAAABU4/7jAhiD3TINc/s400/DSC01778+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He look like a small boy boy right? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsqqFYhCFI/AAAAAAAABVA/dcoF_WoRdkc/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222815095354099794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsqqFYhCFI/AAAAAAAABVA/dcoF_WoRdkc/s400/DSC01791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank gawd I don't take law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and guess what I found in the newspapers for Jullie to do while she's back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsovVsTzPI/AAAAAAAABUo/JyDthIL0lUg/s1600-h/DSC01759+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222812986608176370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsovVsTzPI/AAAAAAAABUo/JyDthIL0lUg/s400/DSC01759+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Note to Jullie:&lt;/span&gt; You've disappointed me babe. But I'm sure you already know that and I'm also pretty sure that it wouldn't weigh that heavily on you conscience. Afterall, thats what friends are for right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Note to TiengWei :&lt;/span&gt; I want pictures!! xoxo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Note to Deedy:&lt;/span&gt; Help me thank your parents for dinner. Really sorry I was kinda quiet and non-responsive during dinner. Barel understood what you guys were talking about. Hope they don't think I'm rude.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Updated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alwayskenth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ken&lt;/a&gt; thinks Shaun looks like Robin Van Persie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arsenalpics.com/image/Robin-van-Persie-Arsenal_523434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.arsenalpics.com/image/Robin-van-Persie-Arsenal_523434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtfROTFLMAOhahahahhahahahahahhahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arsenalpics.com/image/Robin-van-Persie-Arsenal_523434.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-9117189681165673143?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/9117189681165673143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=9117189681165673143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9117189681165673143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9117189681165673143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/07/having-holiday-blues.html' title='Shaun = Van Persie? wtf'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHsou76oREI/AAAAAAAABUY/Egstr-Uk2H4/s72-c/DSC01756+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-140598864852930648</id><published>2008-07-10T22:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:54:40.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Belated Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess that it's about time I updated again - and I am feeling very very lazy to do so, despite (or perhaps because of) urgings from quite a few who's starting to bet that my blog is dead again. LOL. Anyways, i have no intentions of letting that happen (again) so here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are the pics from Pei Xia's birthday. I'm really sorry it took me so long to post it up, but uploading pics with my awful connection is truly a nightmare :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjrAWZ9jI/AAAAAAAABUI/GCO_JtDV8Pc/s1600-h/DSC00731+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221400039717991986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjrAWZ9jI/AAAAAAAABUI/GCO_JtDV8Pc/s400/DSC00731+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dudes preparing the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjrBhSU4I/AAAAAAAABUQ/DkpNqmDEki8/s1600-h/DSC00732+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221400040032064386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjrBhSU4I/AAAAAAAABUQ/DkpNqmDEki8/s400/DSC00732+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;proof that my sanity is in danger everytime I see her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjUcQRysI/AAAAAAAABTg/IA3loVtz-nI/s1600-h/DSC00740+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221399652071492290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjUcQRysI/AAAAAAAABTg/IA3loVtz-nI/s400/DSC00740+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Renee, Adeline, Emily, YC, me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjUa7HvkI/AAAAAAAABTo/r4e0E-mC_FM/s1600-h/DSC00745+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221399651714317890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjUa7HvkI/AAAAAAAABTo/r4e0E-mC_FM/s400/DSC00745+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's hawt no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;warning: don't mess with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjUsyfc2I/AAAAAAAABTw/nqdhNCo3ibo/s1600-h/DSC00746+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221399656509961058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjUsyfc2I/AAAAAAAABTw/nqdhNCo3ibo/s400/DSC00746+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sherry &amp;amp; melle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjUgEsYeI/AAAAAAAABT4/4T2lacIzpUM/s1600-h/DSC00755+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221399653096645090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjUgEsYeI/AAAAAAAABT4/4T2lacIzpUM/s400/DSC00755+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yunz, ade, melle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjU_-zIKI/AAAAAAAABUA/8nyfRPS02qc/s1600-h/DSC00756+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221399661661855906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjU_-zIKI/AAAAAAAABUA/8nyfRPS02qc/s400/DSC00756+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uncooked food. even after being burnt. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiUty3_jI/AAAAAAAABS4/d-Ifu7K_9gs/s1600-h/DSC00762+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221398557268377138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiUty3_jI/AAAAAAAABS4/d-Ifu7K_9gs/s400/DSC00762+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one and only pacgirl!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiUr-u98I/AAAAAAAABTA/oBgZgeO52h0/s1600-h/DSC00770+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221398556781246402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiUr-u98I/AAAAAAAABTA/oBgZgeO52h0/s400/DSC00770+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiU6doFTI/AAAAAAAABTI/S0-O3--3Udo/s1600-h/DSC00783+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221398560668914994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiU6doFTI/AAAAAAAABTI/S0-O3--3Udo/s400/DSC00783+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my babes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiVCgj6AI/AAAAAAAABTQ/wH4KSOl18R8/s1600-h/DSC00806+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221398562828707842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiVCgj6AI/AAAAAAAABTQ/wH4KSOl18R8/s400/DSC00806+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zhunkit &amp;amp; keef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't have time to take pictures with the others:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Derek &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(our future politician)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Steven &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(lol.. i damn nt used to this la)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joe &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he's da man! lmao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pei Xia &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know I took a pic with u.. but I look awful, so it doesn't count)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmm.. did i miss anyone out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course, how can I forget the birthday girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiVFbwkLI/AAAAAAAABTY/Kiz174jCJx0/s1600-h/DSC00809+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221398563613872306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYiVFbwkLI/AAAAAAAABTY/Kiz174jCJx0/s400/DSC00809+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy (Belated) Birthday Pei Xia!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know things hasn't been going right for you lately. Or at least that's wht i gathered from your blog. Just remember that we'll always back you up k? All the best for your exams babe. *hugs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Note to Victor (if you ever read this):&lt;/span&gt; It was great meeting you! You seem like a nice guy.. Becareful of your darling k? She's dangerous... keep her away from kids. She's gonna corrupt them *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, I can see that you've already fallen to her evil spell in which case you'd better not hurt her else i'd gut you (well, honestly I won't personally do it.. I hate blood and &lt;strong&gt;if I break another nail!!!&lt;/strong&gt; T__T ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I wanna lodge a complaint cz ur gf scared me alot (refer to above picture for evidence) and you're supposed to not let her do that to me! my heart very fragile wan k! can stop at any moment le. So yeah.. are you gonna do anything about it? (*psst* i'm running out of chocolate again.. =P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. Just jk. Have a nice day you two ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-140598864852930648?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/140598864852930648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=140598864852930648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/140598864852930648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/140598864852930648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/07/belated-post.html' title='A Belated Post'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SHYjrAWZ9jI/AAAAAAAABUI/GCO_JtDV8Pc/s72-c/DSC00731+mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1500923792959215217</id><published>2008-07-04T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:15:00.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are so last year...</title><content type='html'>For those amazing people who finally finished their exams. Let's go celebrate!!. (Forwarded e-mail again- forgive me if you've already seen this):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was the final examination for an introductory English course at the local university. Like many such freshman courses, it was designed to weed out new students, having over 700 students in the class! The examination was two hours long, and exam booklets were provided. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The professor was very strict and told the class that any exam that was not on his desk in exactly two hours would not be accepted and the student would fail. A half hour into the exam, a student came rushing in and asked the professor for an exam booklet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"You're not going to have time to finish this," the professor stated sarcastically as he handed the student a booklet. "Yes I will," replied the student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He then took a seat and began writing. After two hours, the professor called for the exams, and the students filed up and handed them in. All except the late student, who continued writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A half hour later, the last student came up to the professor who was sitting at his desk preparing for his next class. He attempted to put his exam on the stack of exam booklets already there. "No you don't, I'm not going to accept that. It's late." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The student looked incredulous and angry. "Do you know WHO I am?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"No, as a matter of fact I don't," replied the professor with an air of sarcasm in his voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" the student asked again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"No, and I don't care." replied the professor with an air of superiority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Good," replied the student, who quickly lifted the stack of completed exams, stuffed his in the middle, and walked out of the room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not a good thing to try in real life by the way, seeing as the lecturer will probably have your face imprinted on his/her mind and therefore you'll probably fail the course anyway just because she hates you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unless of course you've got a mentor like &lt;em&gt;Dr.House&lt;/em&gt;, in which you just might be interesting enough to be retained... but having him mentor will probably screw up your life anyway. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1500923792959215217?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1500923792959215217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1500923792959215217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1500923792959215217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1500923792959215217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/07/exams-are-so-last-year.html' title='Exams are so last year...'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4920899186182848461</id><published>2008-07-03T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:24:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spoiled brat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WELL I'M SORRY I'M BEING SUCH A BLOODY MELODRAMATIC ASS K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wtf. no one ask you stay around listen right??! heck, i wasn't even talking to you! talk to my bestie cannot isit? just because you damn lifeless &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; must tag along when other ppl are dating me you don't complain k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nice enough that at least I acknowledged you. say hi somemore but you fcking BITCH acted like you didn't hear! at least act civilized la. no manners still want to act bitchy. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know la that you're carrying LV and wear my &lt;em&gt;one months allowance worth of clothes&lt;/em&gt;. wtf. rich means &lt;em&gt;dai sai&lt;/em&gt; isit??!! rich also no damn taste la! expensive clothes also you can make it look like come from &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt;. wtf. totally wasted on you lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i want to whine and complain its my business right?! no one invited you in the first place and blame your own snotty ways for making us ignore you. wtf. you think we got nothing better to do than to layan the blardy useless princess isit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shyt u la. go get a fcking life and stop tagging along with &lt;em&gt;"corny, attention seeking girls who lack class and dignity"&lt;/em&gt;. wtf. i more class than you k! keep taggin along uninvited still want to bitch about us like we beg you to come. fck. whats your problem?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sudahlah&lt;/em&gt; you make us go halfway to KL fetch you still want to complain? so shit smart go drive your honda city here la! hear you bragging so much never see you drive once before also. you not &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; wan meh make us drive so far then never even thank us or offer to pay half the petrol wasted but still dare to complain. wtf. i know we not rich la! no friggin luxury car sent for professional carwash every fortnight like your car! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ THIS YOU BITCH! &lt;s&gt;if you even know how to read&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SGxhrL-M3eI/AAAAAAAABSY/RFklc3C9o60/s1600-h/AA34~Sofa-King-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218653462791511522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SGxhrL-M3eI/AAAAAAAABSY/RFklc3C9o60/s400/AA34~Sofa-King-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;spoil my day only. ugh! go bring your useless whining self elsewhere. i got no more patience nor tolerance for you already. I tell you now, you come near me talk crap again I slap you! wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4920899186182848461?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4920899186182848461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4920899186182848461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4920899186182848461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4920899186182848461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/07/spoiled-brat.html' title='spoiled brat!'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SGxhrL-M3eI/AAAAAAAABSY/RFklc3C9o60/s72-c/AA34~Sofa-King-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-5433473491509281950</id><published>2008-07-03T03:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T03:48:50.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fringed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SGvXYCRK_lI/AAAAAAAABSQ/y1EewGjc4d4/s1600-h/DSC00516+copyrs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218501401164578386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SGvXYCRK_lI/AAAAAAAABSQ/y1EewGjc4d4/s400/DSC00516+copyrs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do I look wierd with this fringe? =\ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(not my best picture, then again, its the only updated one of me)&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. I should've just stuck to my old side parting huh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just tell me honestly, how awful do I look? :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-5433473491509281950?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/5433473491509281950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=5433473491509281950' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5433473491509281950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5433473491509281950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/07/fringed.html' title='Fringed'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SGvXYCRK_lI/AAAAAAAABSQ/y1EewGjc4d4/s72-c/DSC00516+copyrs+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1898179732314896922</id><published>2008-06-30T02:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T03:35:41.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday PsychoticMonkey ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SGfZ8H-JeeI/AAAAAAAABP8/R65tXHzRPzI/s1600-h/DSC00745+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217378320287103458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SGfZ8H-JeeI/AAAAAAAABP8/R65tXHzRPzI/s400/DSC00745+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Psychotic Monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Knowing you has been one of the most unforgettable experiences ever (&lt;em&gt;i think your memory will forever haunt me&lt;/em&gt;) and although you're always &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt;.. and &lt;em&gt;evil&lt;/em&gt;.. and &lt;em&gt;extremely horrible&lt;/em&gt; to me, I find that you're still one of the most &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; people I've ever met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And i don't mean your &lt;em&gt;evil mentality&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;mad laughter&lt;/em&gt;. Perhaps it's that &lt;em&gt;sense of humor&lt;/em&gt; or maybe it's just your&lt;em&gt; unique charm&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;personality&lt;/em&gt;. Either way, you've definitely caught my attentions and affections. omg. I sound like a lesbo now. LOL. No worries, I have absolutely zero intentions to compete with V. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I appreciate all those times you were there to listen to me whine, rave and complain. trying to understand wth is this girl so annoying, helping to heal. I know you want the best for me. So, make me happy by being happy babe!! You defintely deserves all the best things in life! *hugs*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I missed having you around despite the near heart attacks i always get. I guess whatever that doesnt kill me will just make me stronger huh? - warning: this does NOT mean you can continue scaring me. Have mercy T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope to hear from you more often babe - and not from any sudden piercing sounds in my ear. Just regular old phone calls/sms, MSN or even face-to-face if we both can manage it. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geez. Did i just say i wanna meet you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh* your brainwashing skills are incredible sometimes -_____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1898179732314896922?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1898179732314896922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1898179732314896922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1898179732314896922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1898179732314896922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-psychoticmonkey.html' title='Happy Birthday PsychoticMonkey ~'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SGfZ8H-JeeI/AAAAAAAABP8/R65tXHzRPzI/s72-c/DSC00745+mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4829176803325364747</id><published>2008-06-25T19:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:37:39.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because She's a DAP Assemblyman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got this recently by forwarded mail. and frankly, i'm shocked! Continue reading and you'll know why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear fellow former prefects,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As all of you would have known, my sister, Lim Shwe Ying is the organizer of this years prefects reunion @ KL Tower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Something happened whereby I hope to have all of your support. The story as follows :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My sister invited Hannah Yeoh to our prefects reunion, as was a former head prefect for year 1995 / 1996. She is coming purely on the reason as she is a former prefect. I do not forsee this as a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BUT! The school had to intervene and the school (authorities) threatened my sister, that they will boycott the event, and all prefects that attends the event, will be demoted, or punished in some sort of way! Wat the hell?? Who are they to determine this!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I find this very unfair. Before this, I always kept an eye close on certain ongoings in our country, but THIS! is totally outrageous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The school thinks that we are trying to make the prefects reunion inot a political gathering! WTF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SELANGOR is under DAP / Pakatan Rakyat. Where is the DEMOCRACY?? Why say that our country is democratic, yet our people are not even allowed to attend a dinner, being afraid that they will be sacked as a prefect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;please read an excerpt from Hannah Yeohs blog, after my sister informed her that SMKSU does not allow her to go for the reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)" href="http://hannahyeoh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;http://hannahyeoh.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It is really saddenning to see this happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hope that all of you readers, even if you are not a prefect, or not attending the reunion, please forward this email to everyone that you know. Please delete all the email adress above this message and forward accordingly to facilitate easeir reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Reagrds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lim Meng Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. Firstly, i know that i really shouldn't have anything to do with this. After all, i was never a prefect and wasn't interested to be one for that matter. And usually, i would generally disregard these forwarded e-mails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, being an ex-SU-ian (granted i don't know half the people..), I find it outrageous that they would forbid and even threaten a simple reunion gathering just because one of the invited members was an ex-head prefect who is now a successful public figure! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what if she is an assemblyman representing DAP? Didn't we vote for our rights to have her as our leader? So now the school which is incidentally also her ex-school is discriminating against her. Geez, great support there huh? Awesome display of unity and nonsense. I can only imagine how she feels being banned from a gathering she was entitled to attend as an ex-prefect of the school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Additionally, this is a private function! What right has the school to butt their noses in?! Even teachers interested in attending this event purely because they want to see their old students are said to be threatened with being fired. So now you're telling me that we cannot invite a private citizen for a private event without being threatened??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly! What is this country coming to?? Where is all that crap talks about unity and what nots?? This is ridiculous. It is basically sending out conflicting messages to the younger generation waring them to not become too successful or else risk being discriminated. This coming from a school, imagine the mentality we're teaching the younger generations. Hypocritical teachings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know this being a government school, that they're supposed to support the party providing their payroll. But still! This is ridiculous! They obviously need to get on with the times. Ugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4829176803325364747?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4829176803325364747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4829176803325364747' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4829176803325364747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4829176803325364747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-because-shes-dap-assemblyman.html' title='Just Because She&apos;s a DAP Assemblyman...'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1935601054737476516</id><published>2008-06-24T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:00:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity = me? hahahhahahhahahhahahahhaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've always liked the idea of simplicity. perhaps because i found an inexplainable attraction to what i considered as elegance and beauty, peace and harmony. those of you who know me probably realised that i seldom wear, carry or otherwise adorn myself with prints. heck, even the majority of my wardrobe are in basic shades. mostly black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now, before you think i'm some sort of goth chick - which btw looks totally hawt (and i don't mean the freakish kind), i do not dress up ALL in black, neither do i put poisonous looking dark lipstick which makes you look like a living corpse. i know that perhaps black isn't the best option either seeing as many (mostly relatives) keep insisting that i'm skinny. wtf. they want an obese niece isit??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sometimes i feel so conflicted, wanting to explore, yet unwilling to leave the comfort zone. i want to know, and yet i'm afraid to know. mind and heart working in different directions. which do i follow? torn apart, indecision is often my worse enemy. more often than not, i find myself trusting the heart - which isn't always a good thing. stupid perhaps, but never naive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;according to freud's psychoanalytic theory of personality, my id is the dominant one. or at least thats how i think anyway. basically, the id means striving for immeadiate gratification of all needs, desires and wants. in other words, i'm a spoilt brat who only does things i want. seeing as that is almost impossible most of the time (most of my wants involves money - lots of it), my ego kicks in, giving one a reality check and substituting a want with another. mainly chocloate and ice-cream. wtf, i'm damn easy to please lor. and at this particular moment, my superego can go die. me no care moral standards and ideals. neither am i a saint - or want to be one for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ugh. am i even still making sense? well, at least my blog is starting to sound like my blog again. i'm pretty tired of logging into my private account just to put more stuff in the trash can. looking back, i feel like such an immature brat. *sigh* when am i ever to grow up and face the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;forgive me. its just another random ravings of a lunatic - a pretty good looking lunatic even if i say so myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;geez~ i'm turning vain-er. wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1935601054737476516?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1935601054737476516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1935601054737476516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1935601054737476516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1935601054737476516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/simplicity-me-hahahhahahhahahhahahahhah.html' title='simplicity = me? hahahhahahhahahhahahahhaha'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7708130290438082434.post-4441549477177296937</id><published>2008-06-23T02:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:19:38.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delirium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Commitment. Pressure. Frustration. Dissappointment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A voice rings out. Confident, self assured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doubtful stares. "Ah, an unknown..." they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Let her try" someone whispers. Assent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They give. They take. No questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pushed aside. A puppet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do something!" they say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They take. They divide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Protestations ignored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You are alone" they warned. Silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Disappointment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pushed aside. Worthless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do not care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind the scenes. Seldom appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pressure. Frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Deja-vu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is madness visiting once again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An old acquintance. A memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Experiences of previous years. Hunts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling outs. Misunderstandings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say life is full of challenges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Testing one's endurance, strength, faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Never lose faith" whispers the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to be happy. Contentment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Home. College. Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Threefold pressure descends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Threatening. Suffocating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Resolve unlocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A refusal to give in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So valuable. So fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taken, like a knife that slices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impetuous, uncaring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A shield. Shredded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Non to turn to.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Non who understand.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-Non that can share.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Non that care.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She smiles sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new year. A new beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is BS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to be happy. Is that so bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to cry. Over and over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Releasing frustrations, anger, dissappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breaking down the wall of self preservation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where are you when i need you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Letting myself go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breaking down barriers i built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems an impossibility. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me cry. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4441549477177296937?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4441549477177296937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4441549477177296937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4441549477177296937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4441549477177296937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/delirium.html' title='delirium'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7708130290438082434.post-4145269664113554527</id><published>2008-06-19T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:12:38.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang Events'/><title type='text'>Premiere of Made of Honour thx to Nuffnang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk7t7EIpPI/AAAAAAAABLQ/w_aM0Cvuw1w/s1600-h/24964398971908db9ed3gb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213263703793247474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk7t7EIpPI/AAAAAAAABLQ/w_aM0Cvuw1w/s400/24964398971908db9ed3gb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Nuffnang as well as Hong Leong Online, i got invites to a 8-course dinner at JW Marriott as well as to a preview of Made of Honour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meaning I actually won &lt;a href="http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/05/fishing-my-way-to-made-of-honour.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoooooo~ Check out my name &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2008/05/14/fish-your-way-to-a-dinner-at-jw-marriott-and-a-movie-premiere/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ngam ngam make it... lol.. thanks Robb!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks Ren!!!!! you're the awesomest PD ever! haha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmm.. i bet &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is now regretting ditching me huh? blehhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Invited &lt;a href="http://tw-teck.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teck Weng &lt;/a&gt;because he lives nearby and because he already knows what this is all about. I lazy explain about it to another &lt;em&gt;non-nuffnanger&lt;/em&gt; la ==' Was annoyed at having to repeat myself so often. i mean geez! what's so hard to understand about &lt;strong&gt;free food&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;free movie preview&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, typical Malaysian timing, we arrived late despite being told to be there by 6pm. Since this is MY blog, &lt;em&gt;we shall &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; talk about how late i woke up and how unprepared i was&lt;/em&gt; k? Lol. Hmm.. i think i LEFT my house at 6.05pm.. but before you give me &lt;em&gt;'the look'&lt;/em&gt; its not my fault!! How i know that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;some vain fella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanna go cut hair right before the dinner &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, wanna thank Sam for driving us there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we entered the ballroom foyer, ths manager-ish looking guy approached us. I thought he was going to just greet us or something. Mana tahu right, he asked &lt;em&gt;if me and weng were gonna &lt;strong&gt;get married &lt;/strong&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt; as the hotel is offering some special packages for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shocked, we &lt;strong&gt;obviously said no&lt;/strong&gt; la right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waliao.. 19 years old only le.. what is this world coming to?? wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn. do i look that old to you &lt;em&gt;kah&lt;/em&gt;??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then instead of leaving us like we expected him to, he some more give us business card and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"If you're getting married in the future, please contact us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg. got guts to say that to me some more.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtf??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay seriously. I was damn speechless. Zha dou-ed.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk9fOsPCeI/AAAAAAAABLY/q5EodJeYqAg/s1600-h/deco1bt7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265650386930146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk9fOsPCeI/AAAAAAAABLY/q5EodJeYqAg/s400/deco1bt7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;display setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF9S7LvUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mODd59sUBss/s1600-h/DSC00389rs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211445375663848770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF9S7LvUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mODd59sUBss/s400/DSC00389rs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tw-teck.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teck Weng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sherry,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Timothy Tiah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://coolerthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd.. i look damn chubby ler!! -_____- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u can see the light reflecting on my cheeks. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stage/Ceiling area:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF9eax9dI/AAAAAAAABJY/fEvV5ktUkSg/s1600-h/DSC00391rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211445378749167058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF9eax9dI/AAAAAAAABJY/fEvV5ktUkSg/s400/DSC00391rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love the overall ethereal effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLGixYAFYI/AAAAAAAABJ4/3QlfZsOn5BI/s1600-h/DSC00404+modrs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211446019492943234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLGixYAFYI/AAAAAAAABJ4/3QlfZsOn5BI/s400/DSC00404+modrs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Table 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; and Hikaru, &lt;a href="http://narymama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadia&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://yapthomas.com/"&gt;Thomas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xiuching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy &lt;/a&gt;and her partner and 2 very sweet ladies whom i can't remember their names (I'm sorry!!! if you see this leave me a comment k?) on our table. Didn't manage to talk much, but it was awesome meeting you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF9v0XO8I/AAAAAAAABJg/IT4WYMRwJZc/s1600-h/DSC00394modrs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211445383419870146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF9v0XO8I/AAAAAAAABJg/IT4WYMRwJZc/s400/DSC00394modrs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teck Weng &amp;amp; Sherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...he look damn innocent right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DO NOT BE DECEIVED!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF-IDb-FI/AAAAAAAABJo/JCljrgW75do/s1600-h/DSC00396+modrs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211445389925546066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF-IDb-FI/AAAAAAAABJo/JCljrgW75do/s400/DSC00396+modrs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some champagne. Forgot what name d..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome drink! i had like 6-7 glasses if im not mistaken. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whisky they serve was quite nice too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yeah, i tried it when you weren't looking.. lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just that i'm not a big fan of whisky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF-MuE9EI/AAAAAAAABJw/_Pyd-9U8kfc/s1600-h/DSC00403rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211445391178134594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLF-MuE9EI/AAAAAAAABJw/_Pyd-9U8kfc/s400/DSC00403rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bagpipers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;apparently the movie theme has something to do with Scotland. It wasn't bad actually, because i once heard this amateur dude playing the bagpipes and it was awful! these people sounded like they practiced alot. I was enjoying their grand entrance when i turned and saw my useless punya partner laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i ask why, he said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..."skirts"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see la.. these type of uneducated people... -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table Settings:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLYznOvjZI/AAAAAAAABKY/OQFQ8KSAE6Y/s1600-h/IMG_1736+courtesy+of+yuhhui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211466100036832658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLYznOvjZI/AAAAAAAABKY/OQFQ8KSAE6Y/s400/IMG_1736+courtesy+of+yuhhui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pic from &lt;a href="http://yuhhui.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yuh Hui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, seeing as i mentioned '8-course' earlier you should know how many dishes are there. However, its now &lt;s&gt;1.30am&lt;/s&gt; almost 3am and i'm too lazy to post all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food generally wasn't bad but Stephy was right - it was not quite Marriott standard. But hey, free food. Who am i to complain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah. wanna complain about one dish though. The yellow-mashed-potato-ish thing. It tasted like plastic! eugh! How to eat like that ==' Everyone at the table apparently didn't bother/couldn't take a second bite. Except him. Geez~ i swear he's not human lor! Anything also can eat wan.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFlSsKr8JuI/AAAAAAAABLo/KO_fyDjDx5U/s1600-h/n69089203913147337524qs7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213288962394433250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFlSsKr8JuI/AAAAAAAABLo/KO_fyDjDx5U/s400/n69089203913147337524qs7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this couple danced their way up to the 1st prize... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...inclusive of a one-night stay in JW Marriott. Hmm.. I wonder what they're gonna do... anyways, the girl dance damn chun lor. she got &lt;strong&gt;nothing to shake also can look like she got alot to shake&lt;/strong&gt;. the boy however is just......... feminine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk9lbmv-OI/AAAAAAAABLg/E8EP6TKnSmE/s1600-h/DSC00416+modrs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265756932798690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk9lbmv-OI/AAAAAAAABLg/E8EP6TKnSmE/s400/DSC00416+modrs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haagen Daz (corn flavour) on Brownies with some sort of fruits&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(forgot the fancy name for this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My opinion?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would have been better with &lt;strong&gt;chocolate ice-cream&lt;/strong&gt;... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk7tfO_t0I/AAAAAAAABLA/dzw8ljoG-E8/s1600-h/Made_of_Honour_Dinner_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213263696322606914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk7tfO_t0I/AAAAAAAABLA/dzw8ljoG-E8/s400/Made_of_Honour_Dinner_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CopyKate and SherryMint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Josh said we had the same expression. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLGjHZeqjI/AAAAAAAABKI/orB_EDBvoZY/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211446025404721714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLGjHZeqjI/AAAAAAAABKI/orB_EDBvoZY/s400/P1010134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CopyKate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sherry&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessladyjane.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PrincessLadyJane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.princess-steph88.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;StephK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my darling stephy looks awesome here... i love her smile!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh* me and my cacat teeth =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk7ti6NC9I/AAAAAAAABLI/muGY12s812s/s1600-h/n575868101_953173_6208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213263697309141970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk7ti6NC9I/AAAAAAAABLI/muGY12s812s/s400/n575868101_953173_6208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://simonseow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simon&lt;/a&gt; trying to be a pimp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLGjgd_r2I/AAAAAAAABKQ/SWup97p9iWU/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211446032134549346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLGjgd_r2I/AAAAAAAABKQ/SWup97p9iWU/s400/P1010135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But of course, the real PD is still Ren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After dinner, we walked across to GSC Pavillion for our movie preview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had like a team of policemen escorting us along with the bagpipers leading the way. Walking in our formal dresses and heels and suits, we were like some sort of parade. Haha.. all those random people were practically staring at this strange parade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn! i felt so important &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This being my first time in GSC Pavillion, i was actually quite surprised to note that the chairs were rather comfy. But the one in 1U is better. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for the movie, i was initially expecting some sort of soppy romance movie that i'll probably cry in the end. However, it wasn't at all soppy and it's definitely funny at some parts. Sort of like 'What happens in Vegas'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the preview, ended up with Stephy and us being girls, naturally we camwhored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to Simon for being our photographer and TWeng for carrying my bag! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLGi8hWtEI/AAAAAAAABKA/vYFZkaB0HU4/s1600-h/n575868101_953184_9581+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211446022484964418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFLGi8hWtEI/AAAAAAAABKA/vYFZkaB0HU4/s400/n575868101_953184_9581+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After leaving Stephy and Simon, we walked around a little seeing as how rare i actually go KL at night after 12. Ended up chilling back at the hotel lobby while waiting for TWeng's friend to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Calvyn for sending us home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went through my freebies a little in the car. Nothing much actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again, i had a great time. So once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Nuffnang!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if got more of these events invite me k?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Psst*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually stayed up the whole night finishing my CCS assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't have to tell me, I KNOW i'm amazing! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4145269664113554527?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4145269664113554527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4145269664113554527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4145269664113554527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4145269664113554527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/premiere-of-made-of-honour-thx-to.html' title='Premiere of Made of Honour thx to Nuffnang'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFk7t7EIpPI/AAAAAAAABLQ/w_aM0Cvuw1w/s72-c/24964398971908db9ed3gb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-2247501181933541525</id><published>2008-06-17T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:33:10.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dare you to stop me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever thought about what life is all about? Especially those times when you're emo-ing and you lie on your bed staring at the &lt;s&gt;blank boring&lt;/s&gt; ceiling, thinking about whatever it is that bugs you and feeling &lt;em&gt;oh-so-sorry&lt;/em&gt; for yourself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always hear about all these people, leaving on 'great adventures' or 'meditation periods' to 'search for who they are'. Damn, how can you actually lose yourself?? Ok, maybe if you're 50++ year old senior citizen with loads of things and experience you lug around, then perhaps you can say that you already know yourself, and that perhaps you've lost something you've once had in the past. But to actually look for &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;, shouldn't that &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; exist in the first place? Besides, if you spend all your time looking, you just very might miss that special once in a lifetime moment. And then you'll regret and spend the next 10 years of your life looking back for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I'm just a naive and inexperience youngster. &lt;s&gt;Talking loads of crap.&lt;/s&gt; But hey, at least I am actually &lt;strong&gt;happy with myself&lt;/strong&gt;, changing and evolving with the times, keeping myself updated. At least I am doing what I want, what I enjoy without compromising on personal beliefs and ethics. I was happy.. doesn't that count for something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFdzW2f896I/AAAAAAAABKg/qicJj-juT7c/s1600-h/300_posters-myspace22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212761930128488354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFdzW2f896I/AAAAAAAABKg/qicJj-juT7c/s400/300_posters-myspace22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, perhaps not everyone thinks the same way. After all, uniqueness is what makes this world such an interesting place to live in right? However, just because you think one way and I think another, it doesn't give you the right to try to make me conform. So what if I lack ambition? So what if I put higher values on other aspects of my life? let me emphasize.. &lt;strong&gt;MY LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That aside, I wouldn't say that i am totally mull headed. Stubborn perhaps, but not that stupid (at least most of the time anyway). But what really gets to me is the WAY you talk. Maybe just a change in tone, or perhaps a random gesture. Maybe I'm just more sensitive to these things compared to you, but at the end of the day, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you say it as much as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you say matters. And you make me sad. And angry. And not very happy. Which if you haven't figured it out, is BAD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFdzW5v9p_I/AAAAAAAABKo/EXMIgkuqS3U/s1600-h/a_poster_work_hard_resized1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212761931000948722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFdzW5v9p_I/AAAAAAAABKo/EXMIgkuqS3U/s400/a_poster_work_hard_resized1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel so stressed at home sometimes I even considered using this (below). except that when i think back about it, i'm glad i didn't seeing as I'd probably have to pay for a new computer screen =\ which would be terrible seeing as i have barely enough to pay for my ice-cream, chocolate, smoothie, doughnuts and other-non-healthy food cravings which i seem to be getting so often these days. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFdzXc1tXiI/AAAAAAAABKw/nClzEBZn6xI/s1600-h/SPSSR~Bang-Head-Here-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212761940420288034" style="CURSOR: hand" height="423" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFdzXc1tXiI/AAAAAAAABKw/nClzEBZn6xI/s400/SPSSR~Bang-Head-Here-Posters.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm whining again aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFe5xgUEt1I/AAAAAAAABK4/dpcvwjkjPd0/s1600-h/SPSTE~Teenagers-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212839353843496786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFe5xgUEt1I/AAAAAAAABK4/dpcvwjkjPd0/s400/SPSTE~Teenagers-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nah.. I'm not that hardworking yet... and yes, you've guessed it. I'm way to pampered to actually survive on my own for now. LOL. But then again, this is &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; personal blog. therefore i have the right to whine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*whine whine whine*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so there! hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;gawd.. now i sound like some attention deprived puppy -_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*i'm updating about everything except what i am supposed to. blame all these stupid assignments! =P keep checking back, and you might just see it posted one fine day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-2247501181933541525?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/2247501181933541525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=2247501181933541525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/2247501181933541525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/2247501181933541525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dare-you-to-stop-me.html' title='I dare you to stop me!'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFdzW2f896I/AAAAAAAABKg/qicJj-juT7c/s72-c/300_posters-myspace22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-7360571058995046472</id><published>2008-06-14T16:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:24:18.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless</title><content type='html'>Another reason why i am single:-&lt;br /&gt;(other than the fact that i hv yet to find &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my dad tells me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;I will &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you if you're dating.&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys, still wanna come meet my parents? remember, you may put MY life in jeopardy (as well as your own of course). as well as my freedom and allowance $$$. so please, do think carefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, if you're wondering, i'm not pissed off because of that. it's because i don't understand. eg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 1:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i am doing my work. and he's smoking next to me surfing the net for transformers/hotwheels dunno wht toys lar. then i POLITELY ask if he can stop smoking a while because i'm already tired and i feel like puking. plus i'm getting a headache. and my paper is due the very next day. then i thought he'll stop la right, or else go somewhere else and smoke. but noo... he SCOLDED me. excusing himself by saying he's stressed and i'm insensitive. wtefff?! as if i'm nt stressed la! so fine, he dun wan stop smoking i left the computer, since i really had a very bad headache and seriously felt like puking up my dinner. waited like damn long for him to finish his stuff. 3am. fine lor.. (note that i did not complain to him). so stayed up all night finishing up. in the morning he scolded me, ask me why i never start earlier that night. so i said, cz he wouldn't stop smoking and i was feeling sick. guess what he said.. "don't give me excuses.". wtf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 2:-&lt;/strong&gt; (in the car) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;me: later can i go out for friend's BBQ?&lt;br /&gt;dad: where?&lt;br /&gt;me: either kota kemuning, kota damansara or ss15&lt;br /&gt;dad: go there for what?&lt;br /&gt;me: BBQ lah.. (exasperated voice)&lt;br /&gt;dad: talk to me like that again and i'll slap you (wtf?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*silence for 10 mins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;dad: why so many places&lt;br /&gt;me: cz different people invite&lt;br /&gt;dad: why so many people invite you? i don't want you going out so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;wtf?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;~just when you think that things are turning for the better, gaining a faint touch of optimistism amidst both work and social stress, out comes a bucketful of cold water, draining, making one come back to reality, leaving an empty shell full of pent up resentment~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need more chocolate. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;they care for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they protect me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;they love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i thought i understood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that i will not complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that i will not cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that i will try to comply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;just so you wouldn't be ashamed of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;yet i feel your distrust. your paranoia. your worry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you talk about going after &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hopes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;achieving the very best i can do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and always be happy with myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you talk about &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you talk about &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;going after what i want&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;decisive&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to take control of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but whenever i try, you bring me up short.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you made me feel ashamed, wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how am i to call my life my own if you won't let me??!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;wtf. mass communication student cannot go out. cannot talk to guys. cannot drink. cannot socialize. and you expect me to excel in this field. wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i wanna cry my heart out. releasing it all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i can't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... isn't it strange?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-7360571058995046472?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/7360571058995046472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=7360571058995046472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7360571058995046472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7360571058995046472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/pointless.html' title='pointless'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4304086983173017572</id><published>2008-06-14T04:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:04:11.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so incredibly tired, that i just don't feel tired anymore. does that even make sense? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/invent/SU_SLEEEEEP_meter001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/invent/SU_SLEEEEEP_meter001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been pretty much sleep deprived lately, what with my annoying and extremely bad habit of procrastinating till the very last second and that &lt;s&gt;stupid idiotic nonsense wuliao&lt;/s&gt; 2.5k words CCS report. and video -recording voice by naming animals: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"This is a tiger... this is a mouse... this is an ilama...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ilama! wtf. this is so retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PR Assignment 3 due on Monday. ugh. Another 2500 worded piece of crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 5.30am. and &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i don't know why i'm not snug in bed&lt;/span&gt;, sleeping like one of the dead. especially after staying up last night. geez~ i'm such a freak.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Craving for some comfort food now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secretrecipe.com.ph/Cakes/brownies_walnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 427px" height="459" alt="" src="http://secretrecipe.com.ph/Cakes/brownies_walnut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://starbucks.co.uk/NR/rdonlyres/CCC25ED4-EF33-4AF1-BDA8-888BCB0232B5/0/mochaalt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="309" alt="" src="http://starbucks.co.uk/NR/rdonlyres/CCC25ED4-EF33-4AF1-BDA8-888BCB0232B5/0/mochaalt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafefernando.com/images/belgianchocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cafefernando.com/images/belgianchocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;= *BLISS* =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;stay true to yourself, remembering the core of who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;incoherant. high. tired. annoying. irritating. lovable. extremely bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;come give me my chocolates now before i lose my mind!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(or have i already lost it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://69.13.97.211/t-shirt-designs/prodimages/Chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://69.13.97.211/t-shirt-designs/prodimages/Chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; chocolates you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulgraham.ca/albums/album84/Chocolate_Magnet_C12233205.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.paulgraham.ca/albums/album84/Chocolate_Magnet_C12233205.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yesh. that makes sense. i think..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay. 6am. my sleeping hours are seriously screwed up. ugh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4304086983173017572?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4304086983173017572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4304086983173017572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4304086983173017572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4304086983173017572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-not-give-me-look.html' title='Sweet Surrender'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1801733544528882865</id><published>2008-06-11T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:40:00.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Me (thx to Ivan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK WHAT IVAN DID FOR ME!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i asked him to sketch a caricature of me, i never expected him to take me seriously. well, not THAT seriously anyways. plus i know he's a busy busy dude. always nag me for being online so late =\ asking me why do i never sleep... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but he finally drew my pic!!!!!!!! *awwwwwwww*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparently i've been described as "nice feature, easy to capture, easy to sketch and easy to recognize (at least for me)". &lt;strong&gt;cool!&lt;/strong&gt; those in art school especially Limkokwing and One Academy, you're reading this right? me will be expecting something from you too k! hehe... cannot lose to him right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFKq6aik_eI/AAAAAAAABJI/GmP8EpBXlIg/s1600-h/sherry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211415639354572258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFKq6aik_eI/AAAAAAAABJI/GmP8EpBXlIg/s400/sherry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;being awesomely lovable &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt; does have its uses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture is from his 2nd blog &lt;a href="http://www.sketchypals.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; where i think he created it specially for 'requests' by random people like me. except that i'm not that random. i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, his main blog is at &lt;a href="http://sketchyminds.blogspot.com/"&gt;sketchyminds.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; which i really think you should check out. his pictures are darned cute wei. small boy boy in daily life situations. wanted to steal some of his pictures actually, but all also boy boy.. so not relevant to me. haihz. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the few recipients for my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;20-seconds-of-love award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. so, remember to go congratulate him. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me ♥ you ivn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(only valid for 20-seconds)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.. thanks for this ivn. really loved it. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1801733544528882865?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1801733544528882865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1801733544528882865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1801733544528882865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1801733544528882865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-of-me-thx-to-ivan.html' title='More of Me (thx to Ivan)'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SFKq6aik_eI/AAAAAAAABJI/GmP8EpBXlIg/s72-c/sherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-8248880962932521553</id><published>2008-06-09T02:06:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:01:24.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxy Summer Splash 2008 - Failure As An Event?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoJPXIUvI/AAAAAAAABIY/Qeq2VHnfaKQ/s1600-h/summersplash0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209583008168301298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoJPXIUvI/AAAAAAAABIY/Qeq2VHnfaKQ/s400/summersplash0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(stole this pic from Liane's blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up at 10am despite having &lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;alarm clocks ringing their &lt;em&gt;tinny little bells&lt;/em&gt; off at 9am. it's not my fault ok! i was having this lovely dream with &lt;em&gt;unicorns&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;rainbows&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;chocolate fountains..&lt;/em&gt; yumm! and before you give me&lt;em&gt; 'the look'&lt;/em&gt; im just kidding k! but a dream with ice-creams and chocolates would be lovely though......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay, back to our original topic.. where was i? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh yeah.. Andrew picked me up at 10.16am (according to him) i'm not sure how long he waited though.... and we proceeded to go pick up Sue. On the way though, he suddenly realised that he forgot to bring his tix. haha. that time see his 'zha dou' face really can laugh le.. :P but im not that mean.. poor fella obviously super frustrated already. ok. will you stop letting me ramble?! sheesh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then &lt;a href="http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt; came to the rescue!!! with a few phone calls, *ta-daaa~* problem solved! she's amazing... *adores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to Sunway Lagoon's main entrance to wait for Sue's friends Liane and Chris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;saw like dunno how many people queing up and we were like @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;then we found out that it isn't where we're supposed to go for the summer splash thing and we were like =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so we went to the actual summer splash entrance near the hotel and we were like @#$%&amp;amp;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;gawd.. its only 10.50am!!!!! all these crazy people ar... -_____- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily someone spotted PLJane and she let us &lt;s&gt;cut her line&lt;/s&gt; join her. ehehe. what to do. we're Malaysians what... *proud to be Malaysians &lt;s&gt;for now&lt;/s&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf8qGzjaI/AAAAAAAABG4/u5IcPGr57tM/s1600-h/DSC00361sz+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573995916266914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf8qGzjaI/AAAAAAAABG4/u5IcPGr57tM/s400/DSC00361sz+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so we waited....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf8eGA8WI/AAAAAAAABGw/hsiDCO5wrhU/s1600-h/DSC00355rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573992691724642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf8eGA8WI/AAAAAAAABGw/hsiDCO5wrhU/s400/DSC00355rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sueeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and waited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoISqsh6I/AAAAAAAABH4/nbk6GliCH1Q/s1600-h/SL372018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209582991875803042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoISqsh6I/AAAAAAAABH4/nbk6GliCH1Q/s400/SL372018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hawt &lt;a href="http://www.princess-steph88.blogspot.com/"&gt;stephy &lt;/a&gt;and darling &lt;a href="http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;sue &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and waited....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoI73mQSI/AAAAAAAABIQ/w35iS-hX0ec/s1600-h/SL372045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209583002935771426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoI73mQSI/AAAAAAAABIQ/w35iS-hX0ec/s400/SL372045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crazy people. me included...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about 2 hours later (yes, i actually stood still for 2 hours..) they finally started letting people in. and &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; is when &lt;strong&gt;all the drama started&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;we're already jam packed like &lt;em&gt;sardines&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the moment they opened the lines, the Q disappeared. *poof*. havoc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'm friggin short. (even shorter than sue). so yeah. i almost suffocated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;some &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt; started &lt;em&gt;smoking&lt;/em&gt; in the already-no-fresh-air zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;some &lt;em&gt;kns @#$%&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; mat rempits wannabes started pushing the crowd. hard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;they &lt;strong&gt;stink&lt;/strong&gt;. literally. ugly too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;if not for liane, my saviour, i would hv fallen down. thrice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;small kids tried to push their way in. as in literally small. kids these days.. haih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i got SHOVED into the entrance area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my elbows hurt. my legs hurt. and at that moment, all i wanted was to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it turned so brutal, that the &lt;strong&gt;police&lt;/strong&gt; had to get involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoIkz9QaI/AAAAAAAABII/Qq0s6fzNnMQ/s1600-h/SL372042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209582996746486178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoIkz9QaI/AAAAAAAABII/Qq0s6fzNnMQ/s400/SL372042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crowd control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally went in with &lt;a href="http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liane&lt;/a&gt;, these idiots who were pushing were in front of us. we complained to this dude who looked like he was in charge. loudly. then this idiot was asked to stand aside. serves him right! bully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwpNZ0NUjI/AAAAAAAABIo/xrdSSb4WgLY/s1600-h/summersplashidiot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209584179205722674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwpNZ0NUjI/AAAAAAAABIo/xrdSSb4WgLY/s400/summersplashidiot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went the crowd went wild, we got separated. so while waiting for others to pass through the checkpoint...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiBGS0PHI/AAAAAAAABHA/LjjL55I4ixw/s1600-h/DSC00365rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209576271225568370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiBGS0PHI/AAAAAAAABHA/LjjL55I4ixw/s400/DSC00365rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i fell in love with Liane~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(oops. sowee chris.. i forgot about you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lalala~ at least she was mine for a few minutes *happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiBXzpCzI/AAAAAAAABHI/hUr4ewH29Q4/s1600-h/DSC00367rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209576275926649650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiBXzpCzI/AAAAAAAABHI/hUr4ewH29Q4/s400/DSC00367rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ini &lt;a href="http://momentzofmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;. the lucky one. you'll know why later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwq4-jj33I/AAAAAAAABJA/w7beKvFqGSk/s1600-h/DSC00369rs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209586027314012018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwq4-jj33I/AAAAAAAABJA/w7beKvFqGSk/s400/DSC00369rs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stage area. speakers going *BOOM BOOM BOOM*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; do NOT stand so near. your heart will stop when the music starts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least mine almost did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwpMwPf6gI/AAAAAAAABIg/wAQGDZ90Xro/s1600-h/summersplash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209584168045898242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwpMwPf6gI/AAAAAAAABIg/wAQGDZ90Xro/s400/summersplash2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;candid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoIZHJHyI/AAAAAAAABIA/tpzll2wLgb8/s1600-h/SL372035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209582993605730082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoIZHJHyI/AAAAAAAABIA/tpzll2wLgb8/s400/SL372035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengyoei aka ahpek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're right sue. this &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; extremely disturbing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiBuO6rWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/7xsg_ukP4HI/s1600-h/DSC00372rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209576281946631522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiBuO6rWI/AAAAAAAABHQ/7xsg_ukP4HI/s400/DSC00372rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaun aka Mr.Summer Hunk '08 contestant no.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apasal never tell me you're competing??!!!&lt;br /&gt;*merajuk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwkSqsWQVI/AAAAAAAABHo/D-FHz7AwWYs/s1600-h/DSC00385rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209578772077363538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwkSqsWQVI/AAAAAAAABHo/D-FHz7AwWYs/s400/DSC00385rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ini &lt;a href="http://www.happilybroken.blogspot.com/"&gt;Uncle Josh&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ooo.. who's tht dude with the abs behind??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr.dude-with-abs, if u see this.. contact me!!!!! hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn.. i sound so desperate =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiBgQ5ILI/AAAAAAAABHY/W0tKR0pigds/s1600-h/DSC00374rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209576278196822194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiBgQ5ILI/AAAAAAAABHY/W0tKR0pigds/s400/DSC00374rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coolerthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ren &lt;/a&gt;and Yen&lt;br /&gt;who came late. smart fellas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwq48KkcTI/AAAAAAAABI4/vJFfzh4AUtI/s1600-h/DSC00379rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209586026672320818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwq48KkcTI/AAAAAAAABI4/vJFfzh4AUtI/s400/DSC00379rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the crazy people... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiB1Oa54I/AAAAAAAABHg/8i9VRKA0zFk/s1600-h/DSC00382rs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209576283823597442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwiB1Oa54I/AAAAAAAABHg/8i9VRKA0zFk/s400/DSC00382rs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me ish stalking him. nyahahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf7GoskSI/AAAAAAAABGY/KMpUqURgC_s/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCF0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573969214869794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf7GoskSI/AAAAAAAABGY/KMpUqURgC_s/s400/Copy+of+DSCF0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;group picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i confirm shortest d.. T______T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after staying around a little while, the rest left for Nuffnang's F&amp;amp;N event at the Curve, leaving Ren, Yen, Josh, Ryan, Kari and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf7rdaIpI/AAAAAAAABGg/T7aTFfDytSA/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCF0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573979099636370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf7rdaIpI/AAAAAAAABGg/T7aTFfDytSA/s400/Copy+of+DSCF0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hawt baby &lt;a href="http://babykrinaxxx.blogspot,com/"&gt;Karena&lt;/a&gt; who ditched &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; us~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf8HpRo9I/AAAAAAAABGo/zPVi6I_Mrlk/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSCF0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573986665604050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwf8HpRo9I/AAAAAAAABGo/zPVi6I_Mrlk/s400/Copy+of+DSCF0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari, Sherry, Ren and Yen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so basically the crazy dudes jumped into the water. and &lt;em&gt;some very smart fella&lt;/em&gt; literally dragged me into it too... -____- i call it abusing small kid weh!!! not that i'm a kid la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stupid water. cannot run. arrgghh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally met &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;... and dear, i love your laugh! haha.. sound so cute... but i forgot to take pics with her. aihz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hungry by 4++pm. so left to return to pyramid. mana tahu the stupid exit is closed. and they made us walk i blardy big round. and NOT just in pyramid/lagoon area. had to go out.. walked to hospital, past the condo's and clubhouse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwkS2DHTfI/AAAAAAAABHw/UdBAz4WrX3o/s1600-h/DSC00386rs+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209578775125642738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwkS2DHTfI/AAAAAAAABHw/UdBAz4WrX3o/s400/DSC00386rs+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid nature walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i damn &lt;em&gt;geng&lt;/em&gt; lor. realised that i wasn't that tired after all. just thirsty. *proud*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate at Wendy's. got some erm.. cooking lessons from Uncle Josh.. something about carrots? i forgot. walked around alittle. wanted to shop - and i saw this awesome top. but nooo~ i just had to be broke. haih.. =( met back with Kari, was driven around cz nobody was home and i didn't want to rot home alone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as for the rest who went Curve... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this lucky dude got a surprise early birthday gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he won a Plasma TV!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwpWM0RWrI/AAAAAAAABIw/PLJqMuSU2V0/s1600-h/fnn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209584330335148722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwpWM0RWrI/AAAAAAAABIw/PLJqMuSU2V0/s400/fnn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Andrew with his prize.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday dude ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion of the day:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lousy event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lousy management.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great company.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and that is all that matters right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ps. Jenny babe, you look totally awesome. me heart your figure. so toned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pps. i saw Hong too.. he looked totally hot. abs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-8248880962932521553?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/8248880962932521553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=8248880962932521553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8248880962932521553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8248880962932521553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/roxy-summer-splash-2008-failure-as.html' title='Roxy Summer Splash 2008 - Failure As An Event?'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEwoJPXIUvI/AAAAAAAABIY/Qeq2VHnfaKQ/s72-c/summersplash0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1059331800148412742</id><published>2008-06-08T03:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T03:50:28.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to Miss You-Need-A-Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what if i'm friggin self-centered???!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it my fault that i can't stand your pathetic whining? or your miserable call for attention??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wake up girl. in case you haven't notice, you're no longer living under the rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;open your eyes. and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shut up once in a while. and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as for your mouth... just zip it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes dear. i heard u talking behind my back. calling me a &lt;em&gt;"f*cking insensitive, callous bitch"&lt;/em&gt;. F.Y.I babe, you're no angel yourself. besides, at least im not a pathetic whining creature &lt;s&gt;yang tidak mempunyai maruah diri&lt;/s&gt; who just begs for attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last warning girl.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wake up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/04/10/rogue-poster-crocodile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/04/10/rogue-poster-crocodile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;else the crocs will get you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or if they don't, the crazy monkeys will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have a nice day ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ps. damnit! nw u make me feel like hving chocs. again. i swear if i get sick again, im gonna blame you =='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1059331800148412742?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1059331800148412742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1059331800148412742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1059331800148412742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1059331800148412742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-miss-you-need-life.html' title='to Miss You-Need-A-Life...'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4484963871028726269</id><published>2008-06-01T00:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:57:19.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wuliao Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wtf. i can't believe i'm doing this wuliao tag. wtf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Survey in perlu dijawab dalam Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 fakta tentang saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya suka tidur lewat. kadang kala digelar hantu malam oleh binatang lain yang juga tidur lewat tetapi masih memarahi saya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya seorang yang sangat malas. jangan tanya kenapa..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya sering kekurangan wang.. sesiapa ingin menderma? :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya hanya menggunakan sikat kira-kira 3-4 kali sebulan..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya memerlukan sekurang-kurangnya 20 minit dan 3 jam loceng untuk bangun setiap pagi. itulah sebabnya saya selalu lewat ke kelas...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sekarang sudah pukul 3 pagi selasa. dan saya disini, memikirkan perkara perkara rumit untuk menjawab tag ini. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya rasa &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internetscavenger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Junkie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mempunyai terlalu banyak masa untuk menyusahkan orang lain :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 perkara menakutkan saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lipas!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; terutamanya yang boleh terbang. &lt;strong&gt;@#$%&amp;amp;!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jerawat besar! inilah salah satu mimpi ngeri setiap remaja...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hantu. siapalah yang tak takut =='&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang gila dengan parang? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang gila dengan senapang...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang gila...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SARS/HIV/AIDS/demam burung (wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 lagu buat masa sekarang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ocean Deep (Carol Banawa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only Time (Enya)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagine Me Without You (Jaci Velasquez)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall to Pieces (Matt Nathanson)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet Child of Mine (Guns 'N Roses)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tian Hui (S.H.E)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Boy Is Mine (Monica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 perkara yang selalu saya sebut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"wtf". saya sudah tertagih kepada perkataan ini. hmm.. kenapalah saya selalu lambat mengikuti trend?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"hmmm"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"lol". hanya dikata apabila saya kehilangan kata-kata...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"har?". terutamanya pada waktu pagi... bila saya belum bangun sepenuhnya..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"haihz". sering diguna apabila saya sedang mengasihani diri.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"ok"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"eh". kerana memori saya sangat teruk. tolong maafkan saya jika saya tidak dapat mengingati name kamu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 perkara yang amat bernilai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diriku. saya mencintai setiap inci diri saya yang walaupun bukannya sempurna, tetapi saya ISTIMEWA! (bukan cacat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keluarga saya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kawan-kawan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kesihatan dan nyawa diri &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kegembiraan orang-orang tersayang serta diri sendiri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berlian.. hehe... :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Masa. kerana yang telah berlalu tidak akan kembali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 “pertama kali” dalam hidup saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Akhirnya mendapat lesen memandu saya. wooohooooo~ (tetapi masih tidak tahu memandu) :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kali pertama berhubung dengan manusia, binatang, dan makhluk asing di KSCB.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pertama kali memasuki 'university'. tetapi kampus masih cacat... =='&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pertama kali keluar negara. aku ingin kembali ke jepun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T____T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teman lelaki pertama. teman wanitanya sekarang benci saya.. hmm..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kali pertama cuba memasak (darjah 4). hangus. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kali pertama &lt;em&gt;mem-blog&lt;/em&gt; dalam bahasa melayu. &lt;em&gt;babicacingtahilalat&lt;/em&gt; -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 orang bertuah (JAWAB TAG NI BALIK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2free2blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adeline/YeanLing&lt;/a&gt; (hehe.. tengok jika masih boleh ingat BM)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://seraphsam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; (yang suka menyusahkan orang lain dengan tag jugak)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifelesslol.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt; (yang suka menulis post yang tidak masuk akal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anonymous-schizophrenic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jyu&lt;/a&gt; (atuk yang suka perkataan 'aduhai...!')&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://jazzedbanana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jo-Lyn&lt;/a&gt; (ini pasti menarik..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/lame_queen"&gt;Renee&lt;/a&gt; (kerana saya sudah lama tidak mendengar dari &lt;em&gt;lame_queen&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifeelweirdblogging.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thomas&lt;/a&gt; (kehilangan idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i actually completed a tag. wtf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*edited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ps. wanna say thanks to my dear online translators cheryl, strippedsteph and andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4484963871028726269?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4484963871028726269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4484963871028726269' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4484963871028726269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4484963871028726269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/06/wuliao-survey.html' title='The Wuliao Survey'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-9119339728013493002</id><published>2008-05-31T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:47:46.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing My Way to Made of Honour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheeeeeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn.. i know this is kinda late and last minute, but... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~i hope i win~i hope i win~i hope i win~i hope i win~i hope i win~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope this qualifies........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEFjDwLeukI/AAAAAAAABGA/kzzeNPnnimQ/s1600-h/fishy003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206551560340814402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEFjDwLeukI/AAAAAAAABGA/kzzeNPnnimQ/s400/fishy003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The prize?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, Hong Leong Online and Buena Vista Columbia Tristar is offering 40 lucky Nuffnagers to an 8-course dinner at JW Marriott KL &lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;a premiere screening of &lt;a href="http://www.madeofhonor-movie.com/"&gt;Made of Honour&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, you're supposed to play this game fishing game &lt;a href="http://www.hlb.com.my/actigame/flipflop/index.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and the highest scores get an invite to the event! For nuffnangers that is.. &lt;s&gt;and honestly, i do NOT encourage u to play... or even if you do, do get a lower score than me? pleaseeeeeeeeee??? ^^&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEFxtZyGoEI/AAAAAAAABGI/hNJyC9davOE/s1600-h/2496439897_1908db9ed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206567669046091842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEFxtZyGoEI/AAAAAAAABGI/hNJyC9davOE/s400/2496439897_1908db9ed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information about this, go &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2008/05/14/fish-your-way-to-a-dinner-at-jw-marriott-and-a-movie-premiere/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw, i hate the stupid eels!!! (unagi doesn't count....) just the stupid shocking ones who happily swims pass when ur happily trying to catch the big fishies.. ugh!! seriously, is it just me or do they have the worse timing ever to go swim around??!! -_____- blehhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;advice from personal experience&lt;em&gt;: the game super addictive ler.. so please DO NOT play if you're halfway doing your assignment or work :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;pps. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;thank you ren ^^ u know wht for.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-9119339728013493002?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/9119339728013493002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=9119339728013493002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9119339728013493002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9119339728013493002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/05/fishing-my-way-to-made-of-honour.html' title='Fishing My Way to Made of Honour'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SEFjDwLeukI/AAAAAAAABGA/kzzeNPnnimQ/s72-c/fishy003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4681354609500532196</id><published>2008-05-29T03:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:15:35.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why you're single</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;in response to mr.weng's post &lt;a href="http://tw-teck.blogspot.com/2008/05/reason-why-am-i-single.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear mr.weng,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              Please do not blame me for your lack of gf. I was just being and honest &lt;s&gt;and mean&lt;/s&gt; friend. Besides, I am sure that there are still many &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not-so-superficial girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wouldn't care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; less about how &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or how &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or how &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you look. It doesn't matter either that you're sometimes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;incredibly blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as well. After all, it's the inner beauty that counts right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being you're &lt;s&gt;not really appreciated&lt;/s&gt; friend, i forgive you for all your faults, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SD22i4lUAcI/AAAAAAAABFo/8ZVsMPI_T4A/s1600-h/DSC01055+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205517454730854850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SD22i4lUAcI/AAAAAAAABFo/8ZVsMPI_T4A/s400/DSC01055+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;including your tendency to be a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;damn poser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, your lame jokes, being a lousy drinker (eg. &lt;em&gt;getting drunk on &lt;strong&gt;tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), as well as &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; knowing my actual height even &lt;em&gt;after being my classmate and collegemate for 3 years&lt;/em&gt;. I understand that you have been under alot of stress and pressure to protect yourself for any future Father's Day celebrations in you life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SD23IYlUAeI/AAAAAAAABF4/GtukjQDDh0g/s1600-h/DSC00962a+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205518098975949282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SD23IYlUAeI/AAAAAAAABF4/GtukjQDDh0g/s400/DSC00962a+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And for the record, you're so darn perverted sometimes that i'm pretty sure you're not gay. At least not 100% anyway. So, knowing full well your faults &lt;s&gt;and strengths&lt;/s&gt;, go ahead and find yourself a girlfriend to bring home to your mum. &lt;strong&gt;Remember to use protection!&lt;/strong&gt; But then again, I'm sure your mum will be happy to start toddling her grandkids while you're away studying your ass off in Aussie (not so sure about your gf though). I wish you the best of luck in &lt;em&gt;'finding other fishes in the sea'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Btw, in case you haven't notice, you're &lt;em&gt;'sea'&lt;/em&gt; is extremely polluted. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Some mutations may have occured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Do &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;date a back-biting shark. I hope your desperation has yet to reach that level. All the best~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-your ego buster-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ps. hanging out with you is fun. blehhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4681354609500532196?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4681354609500532196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4681354609500532196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4681354609500532196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4681354609500532196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/05/reason-why-youre-single.html' title='the reason why you&apos;re single'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SD22i4lUAcI/AAAAAAAABFo/8ZVsMPI_T4A/s72-c/DSC01055+mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-5916981860145304951</id><published>2008-05-24T01:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:29:15.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Chocolates and Summer Hunks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is definitely &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; one of my better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not only do i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like crap and worse, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like crap. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;skipped lecture today due to slight fever and because i think i got an eye infection &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt;. i hope i didn't miss anything important - not that i'm actually worried about CCS. and i'm really sorry i missed the &lt;em&gt;carnival-meeting&lt;/em&gt; again!! i feel so irresponsible =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and strange to think that HJ actually knew i was absent and called at the unholy hour of the morning. He doesn't even go to my friggin college! Gee~ is he stalking me??!! i think i'm scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being sick ain't fun. i've trying to convince myself that binging on chocolates and candy is not the way to cure depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a123.g.akamai.net/f/123/12465/1d/www.nationalpost.com/life/health/477978.bin?size=404x272"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="214" alt="" src="http://a123.g.akamai.net/f/123/12465/1d/www.nationalpost.com/life/health/477978.bin?size=404x272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;status: not working. they're too addictive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ps. chocolate is such an awesome creation. i honestly don't know what i'd do without it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then again, i guess i'd better stop on the comfort food because my darling Sue got us tickets to the 2008 Roxy Summer Splash! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*screams* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i ♥ u sue!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SDcIOYlUAaI/AAAAAAAABFY/6o7jkezpoR8/s1600-h/roxyssplash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203636937660039586" style="CURSOR: hand" height="527" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SDcIOYlUAaI/AAAAAAAABFY/6o7jkezpoR8/s400/roxyssplash.jpg" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and Mr. Shaun Krishna!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How come u never tell me that you're one of the 17 Summer Hunks?!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dun wan my support isit?? fine la.. hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;pps: damn, i just hope my eye gets better by Sunday. can't go around looking like some freak. being as vain as i am, this is a nightmare... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;btw, the definition of 'girl' according to &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=girl"&gt;UrbanDictionary&lt;/a&gt; is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"You can't trust anything that bleeds for a week and doesn't die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-5916981860145304951?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/5916981860145304951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=5916981860145304951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5916981860145304951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5916981860145304951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-chocolates-and-summer-hunks.html' title='of Chocolates and Summer Hunks..'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SDcIOYlUAaI/AAAAAAAABFY/6o7jkezpoR8/s72-c/roxyssplash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4086624451302414775</id><published>2008-05-14T14:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:02:54.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Ice-Creams and Diabetes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Ron and Zoe for ice-cream last tuesday.. no wait.. i think it was the tuesday b4 tht.. hmm.. or the one before.. whatever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, it was a super last minute thing and the original plan was to go &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Swensons&lt;/span&gt;.. but somehow, with the helpful advertising by &lt;em&gt;Larry&lt;/em&gt; (who i'm still nt sure who he is), we decided to go try &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ice Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at SS15. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SDW-xIlUAWI/AAAAAAAABE4/NgcZVFxAtz0/s1600-h/DSC09593+mod1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203274695823327586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SDW-xIlUAWI/AAAAAAAABE4/NgcZVFxAtz0/s400/DSC09593+mod1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;strawberry ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rating: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comments: just the usual strawberry ice cream with pieces of strawberries on shaved ice. i feel it's rather expensive for just icecream and plain ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRmG2favI/AAAAAAAABEQ/bsfQtmrwWvo/s1600-h/DSC00228+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200128803612879602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRmG2favI/AAAAAAAABEQ/bsfQtmrwWvo/s400/DSC00228+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;typical outing with zoe. food is ALWAYS wasted :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRmm2fawI/AAAAAAAABEY/rKBZEXowzwI/s1600-h/DSC00232+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200128812202814210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRmm2fawI/AAAAAAAABEY/rKBZEXowzwI/s400/DSC00232+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our 2nd round! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rating: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comment: mixture of strawberries, mango and kiwi on ice with that ice-kacang syrup thing. oh yeah.. and mango ice-cream too. for RM10, it's definitely nice. the mangoes were awesomely sweet, strawberries a little sour and kiwi's quite sour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SDW-xolUAXI/AAAAAAAABFA/AhSfd6Na0qg/s1600-h/DSC09600+mod1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203274704413262194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SDW-xolUAXI/AAAAAAAABFA/AhSfd6Na0qg/s400/DSC09600+mod1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what nick ordered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;similar to top, but with only strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRm22faxI/AAAAAAAABEg/ufv8srQK84s/s1600-h/DSC00237+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200128816497781522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRm22faxI/AAAAAAAABEg/ufv8srQK84s/s400/DSC00237+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &amp;hearts; zoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and naturally, when ur out to get diabetes, obviously 2 bowls of ice-cream isn't enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and zoe was so excited about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gelatoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gelato, or the plural Gelati, is Italian ice cream made from milk and sugar, combined with other flavourings. The gelato ingredients (after an optional pasteurization) are frozen while stirring to break up ice crystals as they form. Like high-end ice-cream, gelato generally has less than 35% air, resulting in a dense and extremely flavourful product.)&lt;/em&gt; wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and seeing that i've never tried it before, she recommended going to Leo's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRnG2fayI/AAAAAAAABEo/uo4bib1Rz40/s1600-h/DSC00238+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200128820792748834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRnG2fayI/AAAAAAAABEo/uo4bib1Rz40/s400/DSC00238+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lots of chocolate and a sorbet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRnW2fazI/AAAAAAAABEw/tRB-L0aj_tI/s1600-h/DSC00242+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200128825087716146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqRnW2fazI/AAAAAAAABEw/tRB-L0aj_tI/s400/DSC00242+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe warning the photographer to take a good picture... something like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"this had better be good... or else i'll throw ice cream at you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, i'm being lame -_____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was just posing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPam2faqI/AAAAAAAABDo/XDkx9hHmpVc/s1600-h/DSC00245+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200126407021128354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPam2faqI/AAAAAAAABDo/XDkx9hHmpVc/s400/DSC00245+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more food malfunction - no comments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok, fine.. so i had a little food malfunction too. but i lok horrible in the pics, so u'd just hv to settle imagining it. no wait.. thts a bad idea isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPa22farI/AAAAAAAABDw/myJI8a92-iM/s1600-h/DSC00252+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200126411316095666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPa22farI/AAAAAAAABDw/myJI8a92-iM/s400/DSC00252+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spongebob, zoe, sherry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPbW2fasI/AAAAAAAABD4/BoVb4wyFhgM/s1600-h/DSC00254+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200126419906030274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPbW2fasI/AAAAAAAABD4/BoVb4wyFhgM/s400/DSC00254+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ron the gentleman ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPbm2fatI/AAAAAAAABEA/HSsKhO9NgwI/s1600-h/DSC00258+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200126424200997586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPbm2fatI/AAAAAAAABEA/HSsKhO9NgwI/s400/DSC00258+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ice-cream bar. i think i taste-tested everything. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPb22fauI/AAAAAAAABEI/u0zdPWxobPg/s1600-h/DSC00261+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200126428495964898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCqPb22fauI/AAAAAAAABEI/u0zdPWxobPg/s400/DSC00261+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last note: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LURVE ICE-CREAM!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4086624451302414775?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4086624451302414775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4086624451302414775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4086624451302414775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4086624451302414775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-ice-creams-and-diabetes.html' title='of Ice-Creams and Diabetes'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SDW-xIlUAWI/AAAAAAAABE4/NgcZVFxAtz0/s72-c/DSC09593+mod1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-3971243691095297920</id><published>2008-05-14T01:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:02:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Date with Stephy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to 1U last weds (yes, i know this post is a little late..) on the invitation of &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yoei&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a Ahpek. he was supposingly supposed to pick me up at 9.30am. but ended up only picking me up at 10.20am - which isn't exactly a bad thing, especially since i woke up at 9.30am.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;reached 1U at about 11.10am, just in time to see &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://princess-steph88.blogspot.com/"&gt;stephy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stepping out of her car. haha.. i'm so happy ma babe didn't ffk me. and babe, u know why i'm glad don't you? =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, met ahpek's friends, bought the tix for Ironman, bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i KNOW you're more interested in the pictures anyway...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnVtG2fapI/AAAAAAAABDg/HY0MXt37Sig/s1600-h/IMG_5228+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199922215685941906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnVtG2fapI/AAAAAAAABDg/HY0MXt37Sig/s400/IMG_5228+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunching in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wongkok char chan teng&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some Hong Kong restaurant.. food was okok only.. (thx &lt;a href="http://whynick.blogspot.com/"&gt;nick&lt;/a&gt; for the name of the restaurant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after lunch, we ditched the guys to do some shopping.. and of course to &lt;em&gt;let them gossip about us&lt;/em&gt; (don't think we don't know!). walked around a little looking for a new boutique (Storybook Couture) - which was apparently only next to the restaurant. we walked all the way to the new wing reception counter k! damn zha dou when we found out where it was lor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnTwW2faoI/AAAAAAAABDY/b8JcQgG7nmY/s1600-h/DSC00221+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199920072497261186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnTwW2faoI/AAAAAAAABDY/b8JcQgG7nmY/s400/DSC00221+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stephy looking for Storybook Couture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;on the way back, we saw this totally delightful looking place. apparently it's some french fair thingy. so we walked through it. there's nothing much actually but they have great props. the place looks beautiful! but one has to watch his/her steps because the floor is simply treacherous! loose tiles that aims to trip an unwary victim. ish.. that place is a safety hazard wei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnSAW2faeI/AAAAAAAABCI/gQ70lFV4dEw/s1600-h/DSC00222+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199918148351912418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnSAW2faeI/AAAAAAAABCI/gQ70lFV4dEw/s400/DSC00222+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fountain!! it looks so english-ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnSA22fafI/AAAAAAAABCQ/3VlRY-Ui15c/s1600-h/DSC00223+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199918156941847026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnSA22fafI/AAAAAAAABCQ/3VlRY-Ui15c/s400/DSC00223+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stage area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199918161236814338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnSBG2fagI/AAAAAAAABCY/Tomlphucvmc/s400/DSC00224+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lovely flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnSBm2fahI/AAAAAAAABCg/jbeknLretxc/s1600-h/DSC00226+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199918169826748946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnSBm2fahI/AAAAAAAABCg/jbeknLretxc/s400/DSC00226+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;loose tiles. or quote stephy,"&lt;em&gt;the french fair with lousy floors&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;found storybook couture. but it's just your typical boutique. nothing new, nothing nice. meh.. walk all the way there for nothing.. =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnSB22faiI/AAAAAAAABCo/X2kTkP2VemI/s1600-h/IMG_5239+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199918174121716258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnSB22faiI/AAAAAAAABCo/X2kTkP2VemI/s400/IMG_5239+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stephy &amp;amp; Sherry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me heart u babe. mwahs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew came to fetch me home.. sweet rite?? awwwww.. thanks andrew. ur the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i forgot to take a picture with ahpek. haihz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pps. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ironman is an awesome movie! &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; better then Forbidden Kingdom anyway.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-3971243691095297920?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/3971243691095297920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=3971243691095297920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3971243691095297920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3971243691095297920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-date-with-stephy.html' title='my Date with Stephy~'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCnVtG2fapI/AAAAAAAABDg/HY0MXt37Sig/s72-c/IMG_5228+mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-5844553013554085155</id><published>2008-05-12T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:36:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 meals a day should be good enough...</title><content type='html'>my maid ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i guess the household chores will have to be temporarily reassigned. it's a good thing i'm having my hols. i don't mind helping. i just hope my mum realizes that:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCfzGG2faaI/AAAAAAAABBo/FR1CXAyT378/s1600-h/21631~I-Serve-3-Meals-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199391581066455458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCfzGG2faaI/AAAAAAAABBo/FR1CXAyT378/s400/21631~I-Serve-3-Meals-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't cook. i mean i CAN fry an egg.. but that's just about it for fresh food. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmm.. my neighbour said that my maid running away was probably due to some syndicate thing. i mean. she's only been here for 3 months! and seeing as she managed to get away unnoticed, its a good chance that someone came to pick her up. sometimes, it's so hard to know who to trust anymore! i guess i should be thankful that at least she didn't take anything. no jewellery or money missing. at least there's that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, someone told me that some Form 3 kid in the area was robbed on his way back from school. He only had Rm6 in his wallet. No phone. No fancy stuff. (was told he's one of those nerdy-good boy types..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gee.. even crime is becoming ridiculous =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCfzGW2fabI/AAAAAAAABBw/vrCAUFGcG8w/s1600-h/hold.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199391585361422770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCfzGW2fabI/AAAAAAAABBw/vrCAUFGcG8w/s400/hold.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if it ever snows in Malaysia, i don't think i'd be surprised to see this happening &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-___-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;wanna say &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;a href="http://pinkismymiddlename.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.theteenybird.blogspot.com/"&gt;YC&lt;/a&gt;. sorry for ffk-ing last minute. we'll reschedule k? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dear &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deedy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you know tht despite the distance, you're the only one i'm most updated with? maybe becuase ur the only one who actually comes online. haihz. i miss you babe!! buy me something nice when u come back kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCf20W2fadI/AAAAAAAABCA/DyLk3CUMdSg/s1600-h/kawan+baik+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199395674170288594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCf20W2fadI/AAAAAAAABCA/DyLk3CUMdSg/s400/kawan+baik+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and to my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, planning to visit you during the school hols. maybe a sleepover? do keep yourself free.. and i'm telling you here because i never see you online! and no, i don't blame you. i blame those exams of yours that's stressing you out. i'm so gonna drag you out for some therapy when you're done =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yean ling&lt;/span&gt;.. LMAO. hw are u doing babe? when are u coming back?? leave me comment pls. i can't keep up with the chatbox. haha. sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that is all for now. ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;procrastinating till the very end is a very very BAD habit (as if you don't know). learnt my lesson last night when the &lt;s&gt;@#$%!&lt;/s&gt; AssignIT refused to let me submit my CRR assignment 2 (which btw is due in the middle of my HOLIDAYS.. on a SUNDAY.. on MOTHER's DAY). And yes, failing to hand in on time and possibly losing 15% or my assessment is scary. i shall NEVER procrastinate again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-5844553013554085155?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/5844553013554085155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=5844553013554085155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5844553013554085155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5844553013554085155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-meals-day-should-be-good-enough.html' title='3 meals a day should be good enough...'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCfzGG2faaI/AAAAAAAABBo/FR1CXAyT378/s72-c/21631~I-Serve-3-Meals-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4943708048804470964</id><published>2008-05-07T17:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:02:54.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate flavoured Camera - The New Sensation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a much delayed post. maybe because of my crappy internet connection... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe it's just because i'm plain lazy... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but heck, nobody's perfect right? and for some reason or other, i don't really like '&lt;em&gt;perfection&lt;/em&gt;'. it may be a relief in the short run, but stuff that can't be improved doesn't promote creativity and initiativeness. and besides, '&lt;em&gt;perfection&lt;/em&gt;' is boring. And one thing that can be said about life is that it should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, back to the original story:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all started when &lt;a href="http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt; had a sudden craving for doughnuts on monday evening. and then &lt;a href="http://coolerthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ren&lt;/a&gt;, her &lt;em&gt;dear nephew&lt;/em&gt; suggested going for doughnuts and then a movie. and as any random ideas that took root, people like me offered to invite herself. Finally it was decided that &lt;a href="http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://coolerthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ren&lt;/a&gt;, Yen,&lt;a href="http://www.zoeyve.blogspot.com/"&gt; Zoe &lt;/a&gt;and me shall have an improptu and last-minuted gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, i shall spare you all the nitty gritty details of our petty arguments and outburst of childishness - if there were any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decided to watch &lt;strong&gt;Forbidden Kingdom&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;which has a utterly ridiculous storyline&lt;/s&gt;. as &lt;a href="http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue Me&lt;/a&gt; quoted &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"... typical storyline... I fight you, you fight me. You die, I win. End..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. LOL. action scenes were pretty good, but i guess that was to be expected from both Jet Li and Jackie Chan. Can't get over the oddity of having typical mystical chinese dieties speaking English though. It's just too wierd for my system =\. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, that i guess isn't the focus of this post. It's to pinpoint one of the most &lt;em&gt;interestingly tragic thing&lt;/em&gt; that happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all started with doughnuts. Sue's cravings and my addiction for J.Co drove us to get some for 'dinner'. only bought half a dozen as they did not feel like eating that much. and seeing as thee we're only 5 of us, the problem of who's to hv 2 doughnuts cropped up. Fortunately, they had me. who generously offered to get 2 for myself. There - problem solved! =P Okay.. i know that was random. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF39pCShnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pzIEaoJ4e9g/s1600-h/DSC09345+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567345833444978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF39pCShnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pzIEaoJ4e9g/s400/DSC09345+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, after buying the doughnuts, we were comtemplating whether to bring it into the cinema to eat. but i don't think it's allowed. and the box is just to big. so we ate it before heading to the cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4cJCShuI/AAAAAAAABBI/69B4-Xo36Qg/s1600-h/SL371485+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567869819455202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4cJCShuI/AAAAAAAABBI/69B4-Xo36Qg/s400/SL371485+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, being avid bloggers, sue and &lt;a href="http://www.zoeyve.blogspot.com/"&gt;zoe&lt;/a&gt; were busy snapping pictures of our delightful treats when sue's camera slipped and *sploshed* on Ren's chocolate doughnut. (i'm nt sure how a camera falling on doughnuts sounds like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF395CShoI/AAAAAAAABAY/uMzxPE7EhpA/s1600-h/DSC09348+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567350128412290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF395CShoI/AAAAAAAABAY/uMzxPE7EhpA/s400/DSC09348+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst "eeeeeeks" and "ohmygawd"s.. (girls la.. what you expect?) Yen managed to help Sue clean off most off the more stickier parts. Awww.. gentleman huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF395CShpI/AAAAAAAABAg/gxoDVWd9AGU/s1600-h/DSC09350+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567350128412306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF395CShpI/AAAAAAAABAg/gxoDVWd9AGU/s400/DSC09350+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, chocolates stains are stubborn - though they smell and taste heavenly -and we girls trooped to the ladies to save the poor camera. We managed to clean of the choc, although the camera still smells strongly of chocs. Or as Sue puts it: &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Camera flavour Donuts&lt;/span&gt;. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come i only get all these doughnut related incidents with you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as true camwhores... ta daa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4bpCShsI/AAAAAAAABA4/rh09mgu9re4/s1600-h/SL371481+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567861229520578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4bpCShsI/AAAAAAAABA4/rh09mgu9re4/s400/SL371481+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4b5CShtI/AAAAAAAABBA/tomAbr7dkW4/s1600-h/SL371482+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567865524487890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4b5CShtI/AAAAAAAABBA/tomAbr7dkW4/s400/SL371482+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe is so cute!!!!! omg.. *hint* look at the diff of expression in both the following pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4cJCShvI/AAAAAAAABBQ/zxGLsGuoQ_8/s1600-h/SL371489+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567869819455218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4cJCShvI/AAAAAAAABBQ/zxGLsGuoQ_8/s400/SL371489+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF3-JCShqI/AAAAAAAABAo/YekYBK7x0zA/s1600-h/DSC09365+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567354423379618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF3-JCShqI/AAAAAAAABAo/YekYBK7x0zA/s400/DSC09365+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we watched the movie. bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we camwhored somemore after. Managed to persuade the dudes to camwhore with us in the ladies. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4cpCShwI/AAAAAAAABBY/PkQHUw2le90/s1600-h/SL371491+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567878409389826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF4cpCShwI/AAAAAAAABBY/PkQHUw2le90/s400/SL371491+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF3-JCShrI/AAAAAAAABAw/H7fGPoD8wk4/s1600-h/DSC09366+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197567354423379634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF3-JCShrI/AAAAAAAABAw/H7fGPoD8wk4/s400/DSC09366+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we checked out the guy's toilet as well. how come they have more interesting mirrors?! no fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF5CpCShxI/AAAAAAAABBg/qX6VGGzY1z8/s1600-h/zoe+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197568531244418834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF5CpCShxI/AAAAAAAABBg/qX6VGGzY1z8/s400/zoe+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camwhoring with Zoe in the car. She's adorable. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yen for getting the tix, &lt;a href="http://coolerthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ren&lt;/a&gt; for driving us and my darling &lt;a href="http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.zoeyve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zoe&lt;/a&gt; for the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ♥ u guys~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4943708048804470964?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4943708048804470964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4943708048804470964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4943708048804470964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4943708048804470964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/05/chocolate-flavoured-camera-new.html' title='Chocolate flavoured Camera - The New Sensation!'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SCF39pCShnI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pzIEaoJ4e9g/s72-c/DSC09345+mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-4266375292019285157</id><published>2008-05-05T03:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:03:33.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Date with Diet</title><content type='html'>and no, by '&lt;em&gt;diet&lt;/em&gt;' i don't mean the slimming kind. just a healthier lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, who am i kidding? me dieting? pfftt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196624967107026706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SB4e3-tXHxI/AAAAAAAAA_4/5S5C0Ni8JmQ/s400/DSC00202+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just got back from penang/taiping. and sad to say, i think i over-ate. and yes, i do know that binging on high cholesterol and fatty food increases your rsk of heart attack &lt;s&gt;and make you fat&lt;/s&gt;. but what else is there to do in penang? visit the &lt;strong&gt;snake temple&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;which probably has replaced the real snakes with fake rubber ones&lt;/s&gt;?? so eat is all i did. &lt;em&gt;char kuai teow&lt;/em&gt;, rojak, asam laksa, chendol, ais kacang, nasi lemak, fried noodles, yam cakes, more asam laksa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no obvious changes yet in penang from the change of government. people are still positive though, keeping their fingers crossed, hoping for a better tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;penang is packed. met &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yvonne&lt;/span&gt; in the ladies at the tapah stop. also &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;daniel&lt;/span&gt; and his gf? sorry if i was blur yeah.. i kinda just woke up from the car trip. saw &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Liyin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Zheng&lt;/span&gt; near Queensbay and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WenQi&lt;/span&gt; eating nasi lemak in some restaurant. wahhaha. she looked so cute and i almost didn't recognise her &lt;s&gt;until she yelled damned loud&lt;/s&gt;. and i know &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;susanne&lt;/span&gt; is around somewhere too.. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196624975696961314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SB4e4etXHyI/AAAAAAAABAA/aIw6KjwyhqM/s400/DSC00207+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my cousins. winnie, alice and sherry =) i ♥ them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dated &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my darling sharon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on sat night. was supposed to go shopping but unfortunately, Taiping is still a morning town where people still wake up cheerfully in the morning and smilingly go to the market at &lt;strong&gt;6am&lt;/strong&gt;. and all the boutiques are closed at 8pm. wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so we went Tesco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-______________-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;next morning: breakfasted at 11.55AM (hey, it's still morning k?!) and left for KL at 1pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and one thing i notice about drivers nowadays...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196624975696961330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SB4e4etXHzI/AAAAAAAABAI/ssDlF4fBQtw/s400/objectinmirrorislosing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;reached my aunts house in damansara at 2.15pm. LOL.. (i don't count. i don't drive :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 week of detoxification is due. i just hope that i can actually resist from all that amazingly sweet stuff tht keeps tempting a poor helpless girl :( i shall not go out for 1 week, maintaining a steady and healthy diet of veggies and fruits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;J.Co here i come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i'm such a friggin hypocrite &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-4266375292019285157?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4266375292019285157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4266375292019285157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4266375292019285157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4266375292019285157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-with-diet.html' title='a Date with Diet'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SB4e3-tXHxI/AAAAAAAAA_4/5S5C0Ni8JmQ/s72-c/DSC00202+mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-8392539348325285989</id><published>2008-04-29T09:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:03:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulse @ Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for the '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Impulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' thingy at Republic as invited by sue and advertised on stephy's blog. others who joined include &lt;a href="http://coolerthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;ren&lt;/a&gt; &lt;s&gt;the pimp&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yen&lt;/span&gt; (ren's bro) aka &lt;s&gt;the dude who got 15 A1's for SPM&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;a href="http://suemeifyoucan.blogspot.com/"&gt;sue&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.princess-steph88.blogspot.com/"&gt;steph&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.zoeyve.blogspot.com/"&gt;zoe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;howe&lt;/span&gt; (zoe's bro) and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;billy&lt;/span&gt; (sue's schoolmate).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Billy fetched me there super early (guess i forgot the malsysian timing thing again) and we went to get J.Co... and before you give me &lt;em&gt;'the look'&lt;/em&gt; again, this time i only ate ONE k! after that we walked towards the main entrance where we waited for the rest to reach. and then i got a message saying that Zoe &lt;s&gt;the 15 year old&lt;/s&gt; needed another 20 mins to get ready. &lt;strong&gt;20 mins???&lt;/strong&gt; haihz.. she reminds me of me when i was younger =P so we went to starbucks to chill while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they finally reached pyramid at about 9.30. 1 hour after the supposedly meeting time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;see what i tell u about the malaysian timing system?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194486545840021218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBaF_etXHuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/PoT9yWouhGY/s400/IMG_4877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Heineken and 1 sesated Starbucks. 3 jugs &lt;s&gt;only&lt;/s&gt; courtesy of Ren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the place was dead, but great place for drinking and chillexing anyways. i remember sue getting hyped up about this drink called the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'107th Concubine'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which apparently &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"when the 106th concubine is working, the 107th will enjoy this perfect blend of dragon fruit..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;interesting name and description.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBZ_NutXHiI/AAAAAAAAA-A/yoCEqghTvas/s1600-h/IMG_4873+mod+upld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194479094071762466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBZ_NutXHiI/AAAAAAAAA-A/yoCEqghTvas/s400/IMG_4873+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; princess stephy. she's super pretty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194479111251631698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBZ_OutXHlI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/VchZQ1VEZrg/s400/SL371255+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt; darling sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194479089776795154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBZ_NetXHhI/AAAAAAAAA94/X_NmJbXBjqM/s400/IMG_4865+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girls: zoe, steph, su &amp;amp; sherry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194483427693764226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBaDJ-tXHoI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2nuWPbBp4Nw/s400/SL371287+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt; dudes: billy, ren, howe, yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194483410513895010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBaDI-tXHmI/AAAAAAAAA-g/fl86QelncEk/s400/SL371269+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in case u haven't notice (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;despite red arrows&lt;/span&gt;), its upside down. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194483419103829618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBaDJetXHnI/AAAAAAAAA-o/gfUAH43bSVs/s400/SL371285+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ren the pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194483449168600738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBaDLOtXHqI/AAAAAAAAA_A/BjutGG_pOCo/s400/SL371295+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;camwhoring in the ladies ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and THAT is why we girls take so long. but u know what? you guys shouldn't complain. afterall, if the management weren't afraid of bad reviews from the &lt;s&gt;girls&lt;/s&gt; public who post up like millions of pictures, they wouldn't take such pains to create such a nice ambience in the loo &lt;s&gt;for you to create chocolate cakes&lt;/s&gt; with comfort. and nice BIG mirrors too of course. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what? another &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; lost his car. *sigh* why does these things happen to me so often? and i did warn him i will have absolutely no idea where the car will be if he asks later. btw, let me make a point: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE VENTILATION IN THE CARPARK SUX WEI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's almost like a sauna. at 11+PM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194486524365184690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBaF-OtXHrI/AAAAAAAAA_I/a1--knhoSyQ/s400/SL371310+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and made poor sue so distressed she dropped her phone again. =\ thank goodness its working again. otherwise it'll be more money down the drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194486532955119298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBaF-utXHsI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/L3cOm5HZCI4/s400/SL371312+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194486541545053906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBaF_OtXHtI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XSAFuailctM/s400/SL371315+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt; =) candid. the poor fella who got the lecture. awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original plan was to go AC - because sue has never been there despite living here for 7 months? diuuuuuu~ where can le? even stephy who lives like 1 hour away knows where it is. however we switched to McD's at the last minute because zoe didn't like the smoke, and i can't say i blame her one bit. &lt;em&gt;you buddies of mine who smoke are soooo lucky i can tolerate it!&lt;/em&gt; so better appreciate me more k! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194479102661697090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBZ_OOtXHkI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/dVZNjLmY8zE/s400/IMG_4903+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;chillex-ing~ at mcD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194479098366729778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBZ_N-tXHjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/iz161dTkkis/s400/IMG_4902+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ♥ them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an awesome time guys! thx *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-8392539348325285989?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/8392539348325285989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=8392539348325285989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8392539348325285989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/8392539348325285989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/impulse-republic.html' title='Impulse @ Republic'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBaF_etXHuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/PoT9yWouhGY/s72-c/IMG_4877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1247296994369883706</id><published>2008-04-27T16:31:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:03:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the PINK thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orientation Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194452924836027906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="399" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBZnaetXHgI/AAAAAAAAA9w/O8WxKUbuAUY/s400/n17722635802_2532.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the orientation night for the march intake students of TCPJ was held in conjunction with the Breast Cancer Association. Thus, the theme &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There were performances by local bands as well as a few local artists mainly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Frequency Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bus Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mia Palencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (there's more of course, but i just can't seem to remember their names =P). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food was generally edible though i think it was not enough to feed the hungry crowd. apparently some parties who were late had to go hungry... ah well, who ask them come so late right? LOL - yeah, i'm pissed at coming too early. shuld have followed the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'malaysian timing system'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; aka &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1-hour-later-than-given-time sy&lt;/em&gt;stem&lt;/span&gt; more rigidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBQ8T-tXHBI/AAAAAAAAA54/mAopbFU22GA/s1600-h/DSC00093+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193842584213462034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBQ8T-tXHBI/AAAAAAAAA54/mAopbFU22GA/s400/DSC00093+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the stage area before the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193880972631154146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRfOetXHeI/AAAAAAAAA9g/TzmYgsB5pwM/s400/DSC00095+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some very bored people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; mainly daniel, qiki and jess. daniel was like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"did u know leehom and jay chou are the same person?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaaay.. wtf??! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL he seems to be the only one who can come up with that sort of crackpot idea -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193842592803396642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBQ8UetXHCI/AAAAAAAAA6A/P_zvawx1lpg/s400/DSC00097+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;sharon &amp;amp; sherry. she's my babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193842597098363954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBQ8UutXHDI/AAAAAAAAA6I/gP4ar2_V5p4/s400/DSC00101+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; what i wore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i KNOW the theme is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. and i DID wear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. got belt rite? &gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;do i look chubbier? gawd.. i think i'd better start watching my diet.. all those sugar cravings can't be good for me =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBQ8VOtXHEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/96rCKkvayKI/s1600-h/DSC00106+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193842605688298562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBQ8VOtXHEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/96rCKkvayKI/s400/DSC00106+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason before he got all stressed out.. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBQ8VetXHFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_xNu-ga2zU8/s1600-h/DSC00115+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193842609983265874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBQ8VetXHFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_xNu-ga2zU8/s400/DSC00115+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'ushering guests'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193848232095456354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRBcutXHGI/AAAAAAAAA6g/71MGTKmE5EE/s400/DSC00118+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;receptionists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193848236390423666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRBc-tXHHI/AAAAAAAAA6o/F5EgA1Xa_Pg/s400/DSC00120+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;goodie bags.. don't ask me what's in it. i didn't get one =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it reminds me of those goodie bags you used to get at kiddy parties.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh* those were the days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193848244980358274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRBdetXHII/AAAAAAAAA6w/Ae3DYz54n3s/s400/DSC00121+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;roses for charity =) i sold 8! and heck yeah, i was annoying &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194366462849392114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBYYxutXHfI/AAAAAAAAA9o/CNZG8rRIKgY/s400/me+and+sherry+(1)+mod+upld.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;sam. he came late. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193850852025506994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRD1OtXHLI/AAAAAAAAA7I/hevqaezDRa4/s400/DSC00127+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my darling joanne! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what am i gonna do without you when i hv to submit my assignments via AssignIT?&lt;br /&gt;mwahs babe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193851655184391426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBREj-tXHQI/AAAAAAAAA7w/TrxRJREpeJc/s400/DSC00126+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt; minty (is this how her name is spelt?). she's darned sweet la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193850860615441602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRD1utXHMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/rrACDV87VR4/s400/DSC00128+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt; miss andrea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193850864910408914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRD1-tXHNI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7C-bGubbh-c/s400/DSC00131+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt; kent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;should have gotten a picture with his gf. she's so pretty and friendly! and i love her for helping me cut line in her queue for food too.. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;owh yeah, and i remember irene &lt;em&gt;asking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sir, i hope you don't mind if i cut your line?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or something like that)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193848249275325586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRBdutXHJI/AAAAAAAAA64/isbm2MzzKbY/s400/DSC00122+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;dixon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the fella who i had to look not twice but THRICE to recognise.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193848253570292898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRBd-tXHKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/47nboJgIGpE/s400/DSC00124+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt; shaun&lt;br /&gt;the guy who apparently studies in the same campus but is never around =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193850873500343522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRD2etXHOI/AAAAAAAAA7g/B7IA8OBJOEA/s400/DSC00133+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;helina looking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;glam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193865094137060626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRQyOtXHRI/AAAAAAAAA74/jTxfsam4qbU/s400/DSC00136+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;helina, sherry and sun-kissed hui leng (she just came back from redang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193865102726995234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRQyutXHSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/7pl4nUsFMvA/s400/DSC00138+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;wei hong, peiyi, sherry, wan yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193850877795310834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRD2utXHPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/A5gArJDtTso/s400/DSC00135+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;mini, irene, sherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193865107021962546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRQy-tXHTI/AAAAAAAAA8I/gtPpw-ww0Jg/s400/DSC00144+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;nash. emcee-ing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;btw, can someone tell me who's the dude in the cowboy hat? i've been asking around, but no one seems to be able to tell me =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193865115611897154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRQzetXHUI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/bWytwFbqAnY/s400/DSC00152+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;rachel, julia, sherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193865119906864466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRQzutXHVI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/X9rxygh7C-k/s400/DSC00160+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wei jin, wei hong, robin, mun suet, kien &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;class jokers all. 'cept mun anyway. or is she one anyway? gee, she looked so pretty that night. haha. not used to seeing her looking so feminine ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193875213080010082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRZ_OtXHWI/AAAAAAAAA8g/JWne094KrlA/s400/DSC00161+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;amir and dara. how DOES she keep her eyes so wide open??! =\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193875217374977394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRZ_etXHXI/AAAAAAAAA8o/bRMrWHckvls/s400/DSC00163+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;geoff. i think he's &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to look sexy. not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193875225964912002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRZ_-tXHYI/AAAAAAAAA8w/tVsaipwTyNo/s400/DSC00164+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;alicia. primary classmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193875230259879314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRaAOtXHZI/AAAAAAAAA84/IvC4j4dQvYE/s400/DSC00165+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cass. she looks hot. as usual. and me with mata sepet. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193875234554846626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRaAetXHaI/AAAAAAAAA9A/clQZynQmELc/s400/DSC00166+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;random ramblings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;their big mistake: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"how is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;INTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doing?"&lt;/span&gt; -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193878919636786610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRdW-tXHbI/AAAAAAAAA9I/QIWkaUkwW3E/s400/DSC00167+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'backstage' view of the crowd. don't be fooled. there's more people than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193878928226721218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRdXetXHcI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/t9_x10wfdV8/s400/DSC00168+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;joanne. sherry. ju enn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193878932521688530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBRdXutXHdI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/gNCUuZP9Ocg/s400/DSC00171+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nabilah. she sang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Dafi. and hell yeah, she was fab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hung out with geoff after that. since my cam ran out of memory, no more pics. aihz. notable incidents include &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ambi-pur air fresheners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (oaky, maybe not &lt;em&gt;ambi-pur&lt;/em&gt; cz i doubt they have the budget) being smoked out every few minutes and passed off as stage effects. hmm.. maybe it's to avoid the crowd stinking up from the all the cheering and screaming and sweating? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh yeah, and the speaker systems... NEVER EVER stand within 5 meters of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was smart enough to stand further away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but apparently not far enough. i still became temporarily deaf  =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;overall, i'd like to say kudos to the committee who made this a success! (sort off la) i mean, i can see all the hard work that they've put in. so yeah. congrats =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1247296994369883706?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1247296994369883706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1247296994369883706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1247296994369883706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1247296994369883706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/pink-thing.html' title='the PINK thing'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SBZnaetXHgI/AAAAAAAAA9w/O8WxKUbuAUY/s72-c/n17722635802_2532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-6025531832119693032</id><published>2008-04-22T05:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:03:07.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day Freeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 minutes after reaching subang, got an sms from Ren asking if i'm going for the freeze thingy. seeing that i'm home early &lt;strike&gt;with nothing better to do&lt;/strike&gt;, i agreed. got there like about 5 mins to 8pm - cool timing huh? :P anyways, met zoe n ren at LG2 near jusco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh guess what?? i found a way to take pics while doing the freeze!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(okay, this is so totally random..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pictures~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191823397196067826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0P305u8_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/afRMbL94-dg/s400/DSC09163+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ren &amp;amp; Zoe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA.. Ren is staring at his cracker like it's gonna jump out of his hand and eat him &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191824745815798786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0RGU5u9AI/AAAAAAAAA4o/K1lyOclTUm4/s400/DSC09168+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the massive turnout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0L-k5u88I/AAAAAAAAA4I/llfWi2Lb_ks/s1600-h/DSC00083+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191819115113673666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0L-k5u88I/AAAAAAAAA4I/llfWi2Lb_ks/s400/DSC00083+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG. i look super chubby here! T___T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ps. the fact that i actually posted this up attest to my courage and bravery. haihz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191820717136475090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0Nb05u89I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/3llqj33E60s/s400/DSC00084+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;guess who i met? ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we walked around a little, thinking where to go for dinner. and knowing me and my indecisiveness, it ended up with the other 2 making the choice &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191828460962509890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0Uek5u9EI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nBbZMgspSpY/s400/jco+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;J.CO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191821868187710434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0Oe05u8-I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/eT6gKT0P2ig/s400/DSC00085+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yummylicious... with &lt;strong&gt;tons and tons&lt;/strong&gt; of sugar! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191825351406187538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0Rpk5u9BI/AAAAAAAAA4w/6Q3nZPHcbu0/s400/DSC09174+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191826665666180130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0S2E5u9CI/AAAAAAAAA44/D3yqJ-C0pUY/s400/DSC09176+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1stly, that ain't me!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;guess i can't blame her anyway. after all, she's &lt;em&gt;"only 15...!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lol.. i know what you're thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"J.Co for dinner??? wan diabetes ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;haha. but truth is, i only ate &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; donuts k! and ren was sweet enough to belanja.. haha. so i guess its more of an 'appetizer' than 'dinner'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;walked with zoe to popular to look for her mum. she walked right in and *poof* disappeared. i was so scared that i lost her and she couldn't find her mum. like she herself said, she's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'only 15.. !!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i had this idea that suddenly there will be an announcement going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Attention shoppers! a 15 year old girl has been reported missing. she is about 5 feet 2 and is wearing a blue shirt. any information regarding her can be reported at the information counter. thank you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, this is also the day i &lt;strike&gt;stole&lt;/strike&gt; accidentally took zoe's book home. sorry darling! i'll return it as soon as i can. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay. its 6.55am and i'm done crapping for the day. my PD trip update next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-6025531832119693032?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/6025531832119693032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=6025531832119693032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6025531832119693032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6025531832119693032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/earth-day-freeze.html' title='Earth Day Freeze'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SA0P305u8_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/afRMbL94-dg/s72-c/DSC09163+mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1069366749033205946</id><published>2008-04-18T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:03:07.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning of my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;got this from zoe's blog. and i know its really random. but its nice knowing that you're "suave, sexy, smart and strong"... at least until u try other names and find out they got the same results. okay, i'm jobless, so what? -__- &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Sherlina Woo Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Taste in Chocolate Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thechocolateoracle/chocolate.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are sophisticated, modern, and high class.&lt;br /&gt;Your taste is refined, but you are not picky.&lt;br /&gt;You are often the first to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, witty, and likable.&lt;br /&gt;You charm is overwhelming. People are enchanted by you.&lt;br /&gt;You have a comeback for anything. Because of this, you seem flippant at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people. Friendships are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;You feel lost when you're by yourself... so you tend to avoid being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do u think? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, honestly, its all just crap. i am most definitely NOT like that at all. i'm shallow. i'm plastic. i'm annoying. i'm desperate. i'm a friggin bitch who's so self centered that i can't bother to encourage your self pity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ugh. get a life. bitch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1069366749033205946?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1069366749033205946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1069366749033205946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1069366749033205946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1069366749033205946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/meaning-of-my-name.html' title='meaning of my name'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7708130290438082434.post-2199291658303850291</id><published>2008-04-12T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:18:03.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>msn hates me.. =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY IS MY GOD DAMNED MSN BEING SO RETARDED RECENTLY ???!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188282975041753058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SAB74ImSD-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/IKEu-PIY1m0/s320/070622_it_just_stopped.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrgghhh! messages keep bouncing back plus i have problems logging in.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188283215559921650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="417" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SAB8GImSD_I/AAAAAAAAA3M/SFpdLjsP5Ec/s400/hidden.gif" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;does my computer hate me so much?? T__T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188284005833904130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SAB80ImSEAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0L7N9eVKGnM/s400/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_wNMjs_mBpszdQJ-QG4vOOs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or isit streamyx trying to sabotage me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stupid stupid stupid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AARRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-2199291658303850291?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/2199291658303850291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=2199291658303850291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/2199291658303850291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/2199291658303850291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/msn-hates-me.html' title='msn hates me.. =('/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/SAB74ImSD-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/IKEu-PIY1m0/s72-c/070622_it_just_stopped.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-3339862775629613016</id><published>2008-04-11T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:01:49.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least our crooks are semi-smart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theblog.ca/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/klia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="549" alt="" src="http://www.theblog.ca/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/klia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Police are investigating the recent KLIA heist where four gunmen took just 5 mins to grab rm3.5million from 2 money changers. apparently, it went just a tad to smoothly, just more than enough to cause suspicion that it was an inside job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The closed-circuit television cameras outside the Kuala Lumpur International Airport departure hall were not switched on during the shoot-out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Federal Criminal Investigation Department director Datuk Mohd Bakri Zinin said checks showed the CCTVs were switched on again after the five-minute shoot-out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 4 gunmen went about their task calmly, without fear of being caught, and without masks as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, at least this shows good planning if nothing else. unlike some others...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Stories of Some of the Dumbest Crooks on Earth: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kentucky (where else?):&lt;/span&gt; Two men tried to pull the front off acash machine by running a chain from the machine to the bumper oftheir pickup truck. Instead of pulling the front panel off themachine, though, they pulled the bumper off their truck. Scared,they left the scene and drove home. With the chain still attachedto the machine. With their bumper still attached to the chain. Withtheir vehicle's license plate still attached to the bumper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;South Carolina:&lt;/span&gt; A man walked into a local police station, dropped abag of cocaine on the counter, informed the desk sergeant that itwas substandard cut, and asked that the person who sold it to himbe arrested immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Indiana:&lt;/span&gt; A man walked up to a cashier at a grocery store anddemanded all the money in the register. When the cashier handed himthe loot, he fled--leaving his wallet on the counter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;England:&lt;/span&gt; A German "tourist," supposedly on a golf holiday, shows upat customs with his golf bag. While making idle chatter about golf,the customs official realizes that the tourist does not know what a"handicap" is. The customs official asks the tourist to demonstratehis swing, which he does--backward! A substantial amount of narcoticswas found in the golf bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Germany:&lt;/span&gt; Oil of Olay no longer turning the trick for her, a womandecided that she would bathe in the milk of a camel (a modern-dayCleopatra). So she stole a camel from the local zoo (where *else*can you find a camel when you need one?) and transported it backto her house--where she realized that the camel's name was "Otto." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arizona:&lt;/span&gt; A company called "Guns For Hire" stages gunfights forWestern movies, etc. One day, they received a call from a 47-year-old woman, who wanted to have her husband killed. She got 4-1/2years in jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Texas:&lt;/span&gt; A man convicted of robbery worked out a deal to pay $9600in damages rather than serve a prison sentence. For payment, heprovided the court a check--a *forged* check. He got 10 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Location Unknown):&lt;/span&gt; A man went into a drug store, pulled a gun,announced a robbery, and pulled a Hefty-bag face mask over hishead--and realized that he'd forgotten to cut eyeholes in the mask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Location Unknown):&lt;/span&gt; A man successfully broke into a bank after hoursand stole--are you ready for this?--the bank's video camera. Whileit was recording. Remotely. (That is, the videotape recorder waslocated elsewhere in the bank, so he didn't get the videotape ofhimself stealing the camera.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Location Unknown):&lt;/span&gt; A man successfully broke into a bank's basementthrough a street-level window, cutting himself up pretty badly inthe process. He then realized that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt; he could not get to themoney from where he was, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt; he could not climb back out the windowthrough which he had entered, and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt; he was bleeding pretty badly.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So he located a phone and dialed "911" for help ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.2ampd.net/Articles/Savchick/robber%20at%20wall%20800x6002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Virginia:&lt;/span&gt; Two men in a pickup truck went to a new-home site to steal a refrigerator. Banging up walls, floors, etc., they snatched arefrigerator from one of the houses, and loaded it onto the pickup.The truck promptly got stuck in the mud, so these brain surgeonsdecided that the refrigerator was too heavy. Banging up *more* walls, floors, etc., they put the refrigerator BACK into the house,and returned to the pickup truck, only to realize that they locked the keys in the truck--so they abandoned it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Location Unknown):&lt;/span&gt; A man walked into a Circle-K (a conveniencestore similar to a 7-11), put a $20 bill on the counter and askedfor change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulleda gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerkpromptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled--leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fifteen dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* this post does not mean i actually support robberies or what-nots. it just means i'm glad our people have brains... at least compared to the above.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-3339862775629613016?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/3339862775629613016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=3339862775629613016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3339862775629613016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3339862775629613016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-least-our-crooks-are-semi-smart.html' title='At least our crooks are semi-smart...'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7708130290438082434.post-4710981954463316919</id><published>2008-04-10T21:29:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:05:45.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy belated ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4tMomSD6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/vndUxVIeryg/s1600-h/lovelyangel93-photo25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187633515857055650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4tMomSD6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/vndUxVIeryg/s400/lovelyangel93-photo25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know this post is late, but better than never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after having this darned slower-than-snail connection, i hope u'll forgive me if i've lost the mood to elaborate on wht happened. besides, i doubt that you want me to blab about the nitty-gritty details involved. anyways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day started as usual with me oversleeping (again!) and woke up to the sound of my mum &lt;s&gt;banging&lt;/s&gt; knocking on my door. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;just another typical morning.. &lt;/span&gt;went for class, did some last minute adjustments to my CCS journal and &lt;s&gt;slept in class.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, geoff dropped me off at ss15, where i went to starbucks and chilled. met &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;whong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. zkit was supposed to pick me up at 2pm. and i knew he'd be late. just not &lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt; late. nvm, i shall not go there -&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just thank my lucky stars i didn't take his advice and take the KTM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; imagine being stranded there... all alone... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here. pics. :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187614081130041026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4bhYmSDsI/AAAAAAAAA00/ONIzwb7jjqI/s400/Mel%27s+bday+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*yunling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187614811274481362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4cL4mSDtI/AAAAAAAAA08/4_rPA1cQy_A/s400/Mel%27s+bday+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*melle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187633043410653058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4sxImSD4I/AAAAAAAAA2U/y_A-OUleiS4/s400/lovelyangel93-photo30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*credits to mel for reading our mind =D*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(nah, jz kidding! hope ur happy with ur pressie darling!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187616082584800994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4dV4mSDuI/AAAAAAAAA1E/5SVFNa__j-w/s400/Mel%27s+bday+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*sushi from jusco*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, it's not bad for rm8.88..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187617603003223810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4euYmSDwI/AAAAAAAAA1U/M49LoCHJLtQ/s400/Mel%27s+bday+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*kidnapped*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to say mel, i admire you for not freaking out, even after being mind-tortured by zkit. but then agian, i guess u got used to it last year huh? xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187611645883584130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4ZTomSDoI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8XPbi0b_MLA/s400/Mel%27s+bday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*happy people feeding the mosquitoes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187660625690628050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_5F2omSD9I/AAAAAAAAA28/B-iX0Wul9k4/s400/Mel%27s+bday+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*ade looks hot here *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ade, this is ur reward for &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; screaming in my ear.. or poking me.. or scaring me.. or bullying me.. ^^ good girl! u shuld stay this way more often.. then at least i can be assured that i won't die from a heart attack at this young age =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187612444747501202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4aCImSDpI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ymt6Jdjx-c4/s400/Mel%27s+bday+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187657791012212658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_5DRomSD7I/AAAAAAAAA2s/RzckppqYevs/s400/Mel%27s+bday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187619634522754834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4gkomSDxI/AAAAAAAAA1c/To0Db1Lpx5A/s400/Mel%27s+bday+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*dudes n dudettes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187613204956712626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4auYmSDrI/AAAAAAAAA0s/KHd7vUzMy5s/s400/Mel%27s+bday+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*extra icing cake*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see that smile on her face? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, it turned into THIS once she realized &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we bought her a cake ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187620523580985122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4hYYmSDyI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Jch0tj571zs/s400/Mel%27s+bday+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*knowing fear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187633262453985170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4s94mSD5I/AAAAAAAAA2c/4U5G7Peyv7s/s400/lovelyangel93-photo41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*staring fear in the face-literally*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that u have a choice in the matter, but what did'cha expect anyway? &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187611010228424306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4YuomSDnI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Ow2g6xtYfmo/s400/3p+-+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*ending up totally nuts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187621421229150002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4iMomSDzI/AAAAAAAAA1s/EVPCh5BjqUc/s400/Mel%27s+bday+021+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*mel &amp;amp; sherry* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(before mel ended up with a face as red as a &lt;s&gt;baboon's ass&lt;/s&gt; tomato)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187610769710255714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4YgomSDmI/AAAAAAAAA0E/J2B9np5Qu_k/s400/Mel%27s+bday+028+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now, who's next? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps. i just realised i didn't camwhore much this time. hmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pps. it's a good thing &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; is finally treating me like her &lt;strong&gt;good friend&lt;/strong&gt;. gee~ i can't believe u hid tht from me for so long =( miss ya babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7708130290438082434-4710981954463316919?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/4710981954463316919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=4710981954463316919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4710981954463316919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/4710981954463316919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-belated.html' title='happy belated ~'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_4tMomSD6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/vndUxVIeryg/s72-c/lovelyangel93-photo25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-7180247149979503580</id><published>2008-04-06T02:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:54:42.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reducing stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_fEBigdElI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1X7i4egyT5U/s1600-h/SPSSR~Bang-Head-Here-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185829026662257234" style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px" height="417" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_fEBigdElI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1X7i4egyT5U/s400/SPSSR~Bang-Head-Here-Posters.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Firstly, i know some af you peeps will be having your exams soon. and you're so stressed out, you actually spent&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calling me. don't get me wrong, i'm not complaining.. afterall, it does give me something to do in the wee hours of the morning.. plus you're paying... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but u know what? sometimes you're so friggin stressed you became totally nuts. please. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;don't scream at me because your brother annoyed you&lt;/span&gt;. i friggin pisses me off (are u surprised?) so chill.. and try the stress reduction thingy on top. its &lt;strong&gt;guarenteed to knock you out&lt;/strong&gt; - just without all that alcohol. imagine how much money you will save... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fortunately for you, i'm such a gooood friend. therefore, i just wanna know that yes, u can call me anytime you feel you need to talk =) &lt;em&gt;(no guarentees on me picking up though..)&lt;/em&gt; but hey, chill alright? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;alternatively, you can try this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;It was the final examination for an introductory English course at the local university. Like many such freshman courses, it was designed to weed out new students, having over 700 students in the class! The examination was two hours long, and exam booklets were provided. The professor was very strict and told the class that any exam that was not on his desk in exactly two hours would not be accepted and the student would fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;A half hour into the exam, a student came rushing in and asked the professor for an exam booklet. "You're not going to have time to finish this," the professor stated sarcastically as he handed the student a booklet. "Yes I will," replied the student. He then took a seat and began writing. After two hours, the professor called for the exams, and the students filed up and handed them in. All except the late student, who continued writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;A half hour later, the last student came up to the professor who was sitting at his desk preparing for his next class. He attempted to put his exam on the stack of exam booklets already there. "No you don't, I'm not going to accept that. It's late." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The student looked incredulous and angry. "Do you know WHO I am?" "No, as a matter of fact I don't," replied the professor with an air of sarcasm in his voice. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" the student asked again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;"No, and I don't care." replied the professor with an air of superiority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;"Good," replied the student, who quickly lifted the stack of completed exams, stuffed his in the middle, and walked out of the room =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;* try at your own risk! i shall not be held responsible for any negative results that may occur. however, you can thank me if it worked =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Stressed-is-Desserts-Magnet-C11750035.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Stressed-is-Desserts-Magnet-C11750035.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Stressed-is-Desserts-Magnet-C11750035.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;*it's a good thing i don't have anymore exams..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;*jz friggin stressful assignments*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;those of you comtemplating suicide, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. call the Befrienders or something. i'm not tht good at sweet talking. and i if i do attempt, you'd probably kill urself jz so i'd shut up =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;just checked my Tagged account. and guess what i found. friggin pervs adding me. i get like all these wierd msges about ppl asking me if i wanna hv sex.. wtf?? here's one who's really despo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Luv is nt about findin d right person,but creating aright relationship.It's not about hw much luv u havein d beginning but how much luv u build till theend....If it is meant 2 be,our hearts will find each other when we meet.&amp;amp; if our hearts melt 2gether so will our bodies and souls.Then every word &amp;amp; everytouch will fuel our passion flame.I will be yours, youwill be mine,&amp;amp; we will be one! hope to hear frm u soon gorgeous. v hug and kisses!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;*in case u were wondering, i didn't post the &lt;s&gt;dumb fcking idiotic pervert old man&lt;/s&gt; stupid msg cz its censored. and disgusting. and besides, i hv underaged kids reading my blog. *hint* jolyn*... lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;alright. firstly, WTF???????? secondly, WTF?????????????? thirdly, .. (okay, i'm guessing you know how's its gonna go..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;f.y.i. i hv no idea who's that 26 year old despo. ergh.. send me that kind of msg then expect me to accept ur friend request? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 words: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GO DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-7180247149979503580?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/7180247149979503580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=7180247149979503580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7180247149979503580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7180247149979503580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/reducing-stress.html' title='reducing stress'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_fEBigdElI/AAAAAAAAAzE/1X7i4egyT5U/s72-c/SPSSR~Bang-Head-Here-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-285447000553545495</id><published>2008-04-03T11:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:01:49.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geoffrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geoffrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;graceful strides on long slender legs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;big exotic eyes, framed by long fluttering eyelashes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blessed with an enchanting breathy voice from thick full lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tall and slim, slender as a willow tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WARNING: has limited attention span. useless for focusing on work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birdwatchersdigest.com/blog/uploaded_images/GiraffeEye-732728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.birdwatchersdigest.com/blog/uploaded_images/GiraffeEye-732728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soulful eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelphotos.in/thumbs/lrg-147-img_3030_giraffe_birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.travelphotos.in/thumbs/lrg-147-img_3030_giraffe_birds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can you not fall in love with her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PR tutorial is as usual - a waste of time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do they even bother anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i just don't see the point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;~sometimes you just wanna be free~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-285447000553545495?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/285447000553545495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=285447000553545495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/285447000553545495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/285447000553545495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/geoffrina.html' title='Geoffrina'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-7708130290438082434.post-9125567967072118045</id><published>2008-04-03T04:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T06:09:26.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i stayed up the whole nite! woohoo~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;let the pictures do the talking. after all, a picture is a thousand words right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(trust me, it beats reading that stupid text by McCroskey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_PzQCgdEfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NlLrmPEtoWk/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184755052910023154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_PzQCgdEfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NlLrmPEtoWk/s400/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats with the smirks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_P1fygdEiI/AAAAAAAAAys/wlwNyrMmDm8/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184757522516218402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_P1fygdEiI/AAAAAAAAAys/wlwNyrMmDm8/s400/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the merchandise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_P1DigdEhI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8whXyUs8drw/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184757037184913938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_P1DigdEhI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8whXyUs8drw/s400/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look we're so cute! buy us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_P0ASgdEgI/AAAAAAAAAyc/gr_ibsO0GMU/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184755881838711298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_P0ASgdEgI/AAAAAAAAAyc/gr_ibsO0GMU/s400/DSC00542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy 1 free 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_PwQCgdEbI/AAAAAAAAAx4/EKw03zxPdEo/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184751754375139762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_PwQCgdEbI/AAAAAAAAAx4/EKw03zxPdEo/s400/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i shy shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_PxXSgdEdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/C-fv1M_qzN8/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184752978440819154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_PxXSgdEdI/AAAAAAAAAyE/C-fv1M_qzN8/s400/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" of course u want a picture of me! i'm simply p.o.p.u.l.a.r!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_P2XSgdEjI/AAAAAAAAAy0/LpTKY5NymDk/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184758475998958130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_P2XSgdEjI/AAAAAAAAAy0/LpTKY5NymDk/s400/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOT FOR SALE*:but always available for pictures xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped CRR tdy to check on MGan in Assunta hospital. poor dude.&lt;br /&gt;just his luck to get involved in a freak accident on the eve of jane's bday! haha&lt;br /&gt;i guess this jz proves the phrase "shyt happens"&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if ur reading this *GET WELL SOON* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch with John. another poor dude. lost his way searching for my hse. LOL&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i forgot whts the restaurant's name, but its above kimgary in pyramid. food was ok, i like the atmosphere.. haha.. i rate it a 7 out of 10. no pics. sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gt to college by 2 and went for P.Journalism tutorial. lecturer was LOL. i seriously wonder how he became the head of department @__@&lt;br /&gt;daniel was like yawning his way through the class =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCS at 4pm. stupid class. really a waste of time. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_PxpigdEeI/AAAAAAAAAyM/sAVjutEf-2E/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184753291973431778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_PxpigdEeI/AAAAAAAAAyM/sAVjutEf-2E/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's missing in CCS class tdy? slacker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, gt stuck in college till abt 7 due to heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;daniel sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;even though the jam was like an hour?&lt;br /&gt;and he didn't complain. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ending the post with a lame joke from roger aka 9 year old and 2 days immature freak :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://halobenzene.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;roger&lt;/a&gt;: Haha law... Question: Why are the law courses in Singapore in such high demand??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://halobenzene.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;roger&lt;/a&gt;: Answer: Because the parents always tell the kids: Study lorrr (law)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and one more thing:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;jyushiang:&lt;/span&gt; if sherry is not coming back im gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;say *awwwwww* with me ppl! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its 5.40am. and if you're wondering wth i'm doing online... don't ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-9125567967072118045?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/9125567967072118045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=9125567967072118045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9125567967072118045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/9125567967072118045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-stayed-up-whole-nite-woohoo.html' title='i stayed up the whole nite! woohoo~~~'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_PzQCgdEfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NlLrmPEtoWk/s72-c/DSC00538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-3408629713671403667</id><published>2008-04-01T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:01:49.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mouse on mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;April Fool's Day has come round once again, bringing with it a more variety of practical jokes and pranks. and yes, i've been pranked. 6 times. and no, i'm not stupid. just unfortunate. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why me????!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah.. i've got absolutely '&lt;em&gt;WONDERFUL'&lt;/em&gt; friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fool me once, shame on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fool me twice, shame on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fool me thrice, 4x, 5x, 6x??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i hate you -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no, if you're expecting me to post the origins and what-nots of this day, think again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go google it if u haven't already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, this is really random, but... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wanna see the picture of a mouse on mars? * i swear its real*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_IHkSgdEaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PetkgDRVG6s/s1600-h/mars_mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184214441081508258" style="WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="286" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_IHkSgdEaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PetkgDRVG6s/s400/mars_mouse.jpg" width="492" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_IHkSgdEaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PetkgDRVG6s/s1600-h/mars_mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so to all pranksters, prankee, and people-with-no-sense-of-humor whatsoever, just wanna wish you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;don't be such an old fart, smile and enjoy the day k? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Food for thought:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you could live forever, would you and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“I would not live forever because we should not live forever, because, if we were to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ha! i bet u read it at least twice before u understood ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-3408629713671403667?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/3408629713671403667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=3408629713671403667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3408629713671403667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3408629713671403667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/04/mouse-on-mars.html' title='mouse on mars'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_IHkSgdEaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PetkgDRVG6s/s72-c/mars_mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-3455828849247350282</id><published>2008-03-31T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:01:49.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a great writer</title><content type='html'>here's something for all those aspiring journalists:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed a desire to become a "great" writer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When asked to define "great" he said "I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, wail, howl in pain, desperation, and anger!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;He now works for Microsoft writing error messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;moral: DON'T end up like this. unless you get paid a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;skipping classes? no fear! here's an easy guide to become a hard hitting journalist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183848926479716754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 521px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 427px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="368" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_C7IigdEZI/AAAAAAAAAxo/gNuuYVaKPnI/s400/journalism.gif" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. lame update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but hey, it's better than nothing right? =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna go take a nap now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss me ^___^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-3455828849247350282?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/3455828849247350282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=3455828849247350282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3455828849247350282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3455828849247350282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-writer.html' title='a great writer'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R_C7IigdEZI/AAAAAAAAAxo/gNuuYVaKPnI/s72-c/journalism.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-1765076776494826972</id><published>2008-03-29T17:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:18:24.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i've been tagged!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by both ade n mel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i've actually also been tagged by sam some time ago - but i gave up doing his cz it was just to long.. sowee!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since this is much MUCH shorter, i guess i'll take a shot at it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remove one question from below, add in your own (personal), to make a total of 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*blank look* married????! i'm only nineteeeeeeeennnnnn!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but if i really have to think about it seriously, i'd guess about erm.. 26-30? cz studying would take up another 2 years for a degree.. and then i'd have give myself time to adapt or maybe go travelling before i really really settle down.. and &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; i find my soul mate of course.. can't get married without Mr.Right huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2. What is the best thing that happened this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing i have awesome friends to pull me through the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4mCSgdESI/AAAAAAAAAww/JNiz_9ikWdI/s1600-h/y1pkq8sYtFMP4cRTQw-_qFfmgbByj0sBtoMxHY24TiUObz-DwoECyVuCjLEyryqHLSXKN2YniZ0CP4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183122041919574306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4mCSgdESI/AAAAAAAAAww/JNiz_9ikWdI/s320/y1pkq8sYtFMP4cRTQw-_qFfmgbByj0sBtoMxHY24TiUObz-DwoECyVuCjLEyryqHLSXKN2YniZ0CP4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna go to France. i don't know why. i've jz had this dream ever since i was young about picturesque cafe's, gorgeous wine valleys and blue skies and of course, shopping sprees in Paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;4. If you can have one dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd guess i have to say that at the end of it all, i've gotta be able to live with myself. not literally - cz that would be super freaky, but i just want to be happy and contented. so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly, no. not for long anyway. and like a friend of mine so aptly puts it "money isn't everything, but it keeps us alive" (ade, 2008) &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my self respect. my family. my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4i8CgdERI/AAAAAAAAAwo/bBWwGUFXCWc/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183118636010508562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4i8CgdERI/AAAAAAAAAwo/bBWwGUFXCWc/s320/money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd donate 250k to charity - probably to UN or something for those poor kids starving (i'm serious). probably about 200k for my own studies overseas, jz to lift my dad's burden. 100k to treat my family and friends - maybe to a well-deserved holiday somewhere. 50k for shopping and the rest to be invested. i may be a little self-centred, but hey, i've never pretended to be an angel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, will you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess i will... eventually... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4sxigdEWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ATUxGG8x_YY/s1600-h/envelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183129450738159970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4sxigdEWI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ATUxGG8x_YY/s320/envelope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm amazingly gutless when it comes to this sort of thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4t5igdEYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/3EZxx0Vrbxk/s1600-h/econspresentation13+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183130687688741250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4t5igdEYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/3EZxx0Vrbxk/s320/econspresentation13+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she's a total nutcase, but extremely likable (fortunately or unfortunately depending on your point of view), always there if you need help - both emotionally and physically (guys who bully me: beware!!!), and finally, i just love her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; extremely amusing, lovable and darn cute. oh yeah, she's good for shopping excursions too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;10. What requirement you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taller than me! (if you know my actual height, you would find that this isn't difficult to accomplish); loyal - cz if u were my half, i'd trust you completely and i don't want to be betrayed; chemistry - the thing that connects us both; and of course, love. for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;11. What kind of person you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4mpygdETI/AAAAAAAAAw4/D-iMopQtXB8/s1600-h/no-personality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183122720524407090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4mpygdETI/AAAAAAAAAw4/D-iMopQtXB8/s320/no-personality.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;backstabbers, snobs and despo ppl who need a life. i've seen too many. ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;12. If you are give the chance to go back into the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know. i want to - just so i can full appreciate what i've lost/will lose (ergh! whatever.. timelines give me a headache). but yet, if i change the past, will i still be who i am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;13. What is your most embarrassing moment in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;er.. too embarressed to talk about it here =/ sry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4qVCgdEVI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KQL8q7pNgSU/s1600-h/chem%2520love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183126762088632658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4qVCgdEVI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KQL8q7pNgSU/s320/chem%2520love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ love is what makes the world go round ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5. If there's ever a war (or something similar) happening in your place, are you gonna move to a safer place or hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hide duh.. not that i'm a chicken *ahem ahem*.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what will i do in the battefield? become bait? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;16. If you have the chance, which part of your character will you like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have more discipline and stop being such a lazy bum? imagine all the stuff i could've done if i didn't lay around all day watching cartoons and eating donuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd rather not mention any names. but you know who you are ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;18. What's your weakest point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4njSgdEUI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8-TKQvQho2E/s1600-h/chocolates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183123708366885186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4njSgdEUI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8-TKQvQho2E/s320/chocolates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm easily distracted. by anything. really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;19. Whats the thing that you're most proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my enormous ability to love myself for the way i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;20. What is the one thing you regret most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4tZCgdEXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/WXhFyletU_0/s1600-h/sorry%2Bsquirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183130129342992754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4tZCgdEXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/WXhFyletU_0/s320/sorry%2Bsquirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not saying sorry when it mattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jo-Lyn, Kristine, Teck Weng and whoever else that happens to read this! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-1765076776494826972?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/1765076776494826972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=1765076776494826972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1765076776494826972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/1765076776494826972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-me.html' title='Being Me'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-4mCSgdESI/AAAAAAAAAww/JNiz_9ikWdI/s72-c/y1pkq8sYtFMP4cRTQw-_qFfmgbByj0sBtoMxHY24TiUObz-DwoECyVuCjLEyryqHLSXKN2YniZ0CP4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-6883707350840211544</id><published>2008-03-27T04:08:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:24:54.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living past another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly. jz a random picture that i really heart ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-q0DigdEQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cuhzR6h9p6w/s1600-h/DSC00418+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182152294138712322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-q0DigdEQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cuhzR6h9p6w/s400/DSC00418+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;you see the plainest one? yeah.. that's me. pure and innocent &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presentation on monday was ok. but i felt really bad cz i forgot my lines and had to improvise right there on the spot. haihz. i'm sorry u guys. but your performance was great... though i don't know why ms.aparna so perasan abt sue's character. lol. anyways, yeah.. donkey's performance really hit the spot and i think you were the crowd favorite =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qzxCgdEPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/71EFr9IygIs/s1600-h/DSC00425+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182151976311132402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qzxCgdEPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/71EFr9IygIs/s400/DSC00425+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;self-named king kong and donkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qzbigdEOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/cnbBf3JY1gE/s1600-h/DSC00433+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182151606943944930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qzbigdEOI/AAAAAAAAAwI/cnbBf3JY1gE/s400/DSC00433+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;aha! i caught you.. you.. you poser!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qy8ygdENI/AAAAAAAAAwA/o6Ksv2Xb4PM/s1600-h/DSC00434+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182151078662967506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qy8ygdENI/AAAAAAAAAwA/o6Ksv2Xb4PM/s400/DSC00434+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;a rare pic with suemay. she nt very camwhorish with me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qykigdEMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vvpx9Gj9_o4/s1600-h/DSC00438+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182150662051139778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qykigdEMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/vvpx9Gj9_o4/s400/DSC00438+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;ms.jo-lyn who keeps insisting that she's twice my size.. do u really believe her??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qyWygdELI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0y6rNM9ce28/s1600-h/DSC00439+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182150425827938482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qyWygdELI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0y6rNM9ce28/s400/DSC00439+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;mo ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qyBygdEKI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9mbqXSw5Pz8/s1600-h/DSC00445+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182150065050685602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qyBygdEKI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9mbqXSw5Pz8/s400/DSC00445+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Gg.. i took so many pictures with her, and this is the only one she liked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;maybe because i look stupid? ==' jk =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qxgSgdEII/AAAAAAAAAvY/e3HumZFuq7c/s1600-h/DSC00447+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182149489525067906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qxgSgdEII/AAAAAAAAAvY/e3HumZFuq7c/s400/DSC00447+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;darling joanne. how come her teeth so even wan??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;haihz.. i'm still hving my vampirish teeth.. grrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qvmygdEEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/GaOMYzT7M8E/s1600-h/DSC00473+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182147402170961986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qvmygdEEI/AAAAAAAAAu4/GaOMYzT7M8E/s400/DSC00473+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;wan 'observe'. still can't help laughing. sry xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qwAigdEFI/AAAAAAAAAvA/i1kNeacnf1w/s1600-h/DSC00472+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182147844552593490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qwAigdEFI/AAAAAAAAAvA/i1kNeacnf1w/s400/DSC00472+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;wtf. i look like some mean &lt;strike&gt;hot&lt;/strike&gt; librarian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in case you were wondering, this was us spending 3 hour break in the media hub. 'studying'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qwgygdEGI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YVhNKfPW6UM/s1600-h/DSC00454+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182148398603374690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qwgygdEGI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YVhNKfPW6UM/s400/DSC00454+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qu8SgdECI/AAAAAAAAAuo/4x19ShioH4o/s1600-h/DSC00485+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182146672026521634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qu8SgdECI/AAAAAAAAAuo/4x19ShioH4o/s400/DSC00485+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random poser picture of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just because. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's ok. i KNOW you love me=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qvcCgdEDI/AAAAAAAAAuw/56LqkgT-OM0/s1600-h/DSC00481+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182147217487368242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qvcCgdEDI/AAAAAAAAAuw/56LqkgT-OM0/s400/DSC00481+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;awww.. i turn myself on. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WARNING: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT PICTURE MAY CAUSE SEVERE PUKING/SUDDEN HEART ATTACK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qujigdEBI/AAAAAAAAAug/xSOgNusHQew/s1600-h/DSC00510+mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182146246824759314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-qujigdEBI/AAAAAAAAAug/xSOgNusHQew/s400/DSC00510+mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;pretty mah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;and on that day, i realised that there are actually still some decent people in this &lt;strike&gt;super corrupted&lt;/strike&gt; country. after months of being conned by &lt;strike&gt;useless arseholes who wanted charge 20 bucks for a 15 mins distance plus blardy rude (stfu!) &lt;/strike&gt; taxi drivers, i met this guy:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;he's a buddhist indian, who's retired, has 2 christian sons who's a lecturer and a pilot. and his eldest son just got married recently. and his wife died when his eldest son was 12. poor thing =( and he works as a taxi driver just to pass the time =/. he earns about 2k a month driving taxi for half a day. haha.. anything else i left out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyway, it was a stroke of luck as he didn't charge me much. heck, we even talked abt how spoilt kids are nowadays! haha.. he even took out his family photo album to show me his sons. he's like super proud of them. and honestly, who wouldn't be? lecturer with phd and pilot for mas wor.. each also earn abt 10k.. sure proud right? he kept telling me that i should concentrate on my studies. and its a good thing i don't study business. haha. apparently he prejudiced towards business degree holders. dunno why &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;owh, i'm getting sidetracked. anywayz, my point is that its just nice to know that there are still decent people amidst all this corruption who still helps &lt;strong&gt;just because its the right thing to do&lt;/strong&gt;. honestly, the concept of 'morally right' has all but vanished. i mean, look at the increase in abduction cases alone! what kind of mentally retarded people are these?? i hope they burn in hell. seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and in case you were wondering why i got so hyped about this issue suddenly, its because i just found out that a friend of mine was robbed, almost had her brother kidnapped and hurt, just because the f*ckers had nothing better to do on a tuesday AFTERNOON - in broad daylight. thank god a neighbour happened to pass by. i would hate to know what might've happened. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;what is the world coming to???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; some material possessions were taken but what matters is that the poor girl is still in shock. and answer honestly, wouldn't you be? if some maniac wielding a &lt;em&gt;parang&lt;/em&gt; broke into your house while you were alone (or in her case with her 5 year old brother)? honestly, wht kind of psyco are you to inflict this kind of damage to one's soul?? arrgggh.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-6883707350840211544?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/6883707350840211544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=6883707350840211544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6883707350840211544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/6883707350840211544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/03/living-past-another-day.html' title='living past another day.'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-q0DigdEQI/AAAAAAAAAwY/cuhzR6h9p6w/s72-c/DSC00418+mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-7320092639362956831</id><published>2008-03-26T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:24:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness is all a state of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm feeling a little depressed and energy-less (is there such word?). and its maddening to not be able to think straight. god knows how much i was struggling in class to pay attention and actually absorb something from my tutorials... arrgghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just came back from pyramid where someone was sweet enough to tolerate my undecisiveness in shopping for my sis's bday. walked like 2 hours before finally settling for something. and i was so sorely tempted to buy this cute music thingy.. and some ppl apparently gets high from the pink panther song. i'm sorry it took so long, and i'm sorry i couldn't be better company. i don't know what is wrong with me today. but you know wht? thanks =) i know you really did regret allowing me to go pyramid. and i knew you wanted to go home to sleep. so i want you to know that i really really appreciate it.. drink more water, and get more sleep. get well soon. don't be like me, 1 week already and i'm still hving headaches -.- . maybe i need more ice creams? or donuts work too... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i feel like i wanna die and go to heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to soar in the open sky with the wind in my hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to have the pounding in my head disappear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to feel weightless and free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not happy and that is not ok. especially when i don't know why i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181962800181612546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-oHtigdEAI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OivQznWZCiI/s320/61737984_EZVlMSaV_CandleintheWindowArt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should hehave all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - and that thought now controlled his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence--deathly silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice...it is a positive attitude we consciously choose to express. It is not a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning, nor does it come through the window. And I am certain that our circumstances are just a small part of what makes us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never find lasting joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The pursuit of happiness is an inward journey. Our minds are like programs, awaiting the code that will determine behaviors; like bank vaults awaiting our deposits. If we regularly deposit positive, encouraging, and uplifting thoughts, if we continue to bite our lips just before we begin to grumble and complain, if we shoot down that seemingly harmless negative thought as it germinates, we will find that there is much to rejoice about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying my best. but i keep failing. maybe i'll be better tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;after all, a girl's got to have something to take her through the next day right?&lt;br /&gt;crap.. its 4.09pm. i'm late for my appointment in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;~sometimes its easier to just not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-7320092639362956831?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/7320092639362956831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=7320092639362956831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7320092639362956831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/7320092639362956831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/03/happiness-is-all-in-your-mind.html' title='happiness is all a state of mind'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-oHtigdEAI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OivQznWZCiI/s72-c/61737984_EZVlMSaV_CandleintheWindowArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-5198720534879774747</id><published>2008-03-24T01:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:26:07.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its 4.25am on a monday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;friday was.. hmm.. hectic? the stupid fever came back and was trying valiantly to make my head spin with every breath i took. thankfully, it didn't succeed, though i hade to go vomit a few times to clear my head. and honestly, lunch was a disaster. i was positively nauseous with the idea of eating anything. much less the wantan mee the girls were having. honestly, it tastes like.. yuck! trust me, it ain't nice =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-aZFSgdD2I/AAAAAAAAAtI/Y3glo2vDkSw/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180996737482690402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-aZFSgdD2I/AAAAAAAAAtI/Y3glo2vDkSw/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm not sure when was this.. but tht day wan said i look hot! *awww*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after class ended at 12, we went for lunch and then to the media hub cz we were supposed to be 'discussing' our Journalism presentation for monday. somehow, everyone ended up doing their own work for abt 2 hours - rushing to complete the precis draft deadline. and bothering ms.natasha's class every few minutes.. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-acXygdD6I/AAAAAAAAAto/skLexnqsEb4/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181000353845153698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-acXygdD6I/AAAAAAAAAto/skLexnqsEb4/s400/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the initial 'discussion'. i think wan downloading something.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what we're we doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-adXygdD8I/AAAAAAAAAt4/z9Et9zh64hI/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181001453356781506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-adXygdD8I/AAAAAAAAAt4/z9Et9zh64hI/s400/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;donkey and the course outline we were SUPPOSED to be studying.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-aZ0igdD4I/AAAAAAAAAtY/3jXMm46irYM/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180997549231509378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-aZ0igdD4I/AAAAAAAAAtY/3jXMm46irYM/s400/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;~sherrymint and sharonnie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-aZaSgdD3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TaBfSDeJDD0/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180997098259943282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-aZaSgdD3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/TaBfSDeJDD0/s400/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sherry &amp;amp; dOnkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-aaVigdD5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/Z4mQF_nOSQM/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180998116167192466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-aaVigdD5I/AAAAAAAAAtg/Z4mQF_nOSQM/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;us. discussing xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-adPigdD7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/WO-mSV7I4Nc/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181001311622860722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-adPigdD7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/WO-mSV7I4Nc/s400/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but we finally got to work! haha.. but the idea is still shitty though..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i sincerely hope we get throught this tmr. haihz. at least once its over we can sit back and watch the others right? arrggghh! i know i should be fast asleep right now. and u guys are gonna kill me if i can't think tmr morning. haha.. &lt;strong&gt;but it isn't my fault!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here's the story: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i woke up at 1pm (cz some idiot couldn't sleep last night and decided to call me until 6am). headed downstairs for lunch - my mum's famous mee soup! and was watching tv when jon called. went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jon:&lt;/span&gt; sherry, jon here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; i noe. whats up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jon:&lt;/span&gt; oh good, you're awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wtf.. ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jon:&lt;/span&gt; me and joewin going starbucks to study. i think adr n ramesh joining also. wanna come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wtf.. study?? jon??? joe win??? am i in an alternate reality or something??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; wait i ask my mum. but i grounded la.. dunno can or not.. wait ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*go kitchen*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; mi, jon asking if i can teman them go study in starbucks. adrian joining also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mum:&lt;/span&gt; sure, what time you coming back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; er.. 10 like dat kua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mum:&lt;/span&gt; ok. have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok.. seriously, wtf??? i wan go mamak for 30 mins also cannot, and she's letting me go dunno which starbucks to chill for 6 hours?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*so jon pick me up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; which starbucks we going? lets go the 3 storeys wan.. i never go before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jon:&lt;/span&gt; there got nothing wan la.. we going our regular starbucks lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; huh? which?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jon:&lt;/span&gt; genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when we reached there, it started raining, and i had this horrid image of me holding an ice blended drink freezing in the cold air and turning into a block of ice. cz u know wht? since these 'nerds' didn't bother to tell me we were going genting, obviously i didn't bring a jacket rite? jeez..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but adrian was sweet =) he lent me his.. haha.. super big but very comfy. anyway, chilled there abit. and i managed to take jon's laptop, cz he keep getting distracted. ahaha. so yeah, took our fav place beside the window, where u can see the mist coming in.. damn nice wei.. then abt 7 went back down to kl makan. i actually hv some pics from jon's fone. but i'm not sure when i'm gonna get it. haihz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as we reach subang, adrian ask if wan go starbucks agn because he had cravings for a cappucino. omg.. just now coffee not enough meh? and u know wht? he bought another latte for me. and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; is why i can't sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wow.. if you're reading this, it means u actually bothered to read my grandma story. awww.. i'm so proud of you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;okay. it's 4.30am. i shall go sleep now. haha. wish me luck tmr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-5198720534879774747?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/5198720534879774747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=5198720534879774747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5198720534879774747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/5198720534879774747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-425am-on-monday-morning.html' title='its 4.25am on a monday morning'/><author><name>SherryMint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662293315368208504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-aZFSgdD2I/AAAAAAAAAtI/Y3glo2vDkSw/s72-c/DSC00391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7708130290438082434.post-3843671128867097388</id><published>2008-03-22T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:04:48.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do be do be do ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;crystal ball crystal ball, may i be so bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as to ask, what my future holds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;what lies ahead you wanna know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a stressful week with insanity streaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as you race to finish in time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;what you shouldn't have put behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presentations, journals, &lt;em&gt;precis&lt;/em&gt; and essays predominating on my mind. bugging me without mercy, causing sleep deprivation, breakouts and stress. this is gonna be an ugly week =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the feeling of drums pounding unceasingly has stopped. thankfully. it's unforgiving headache was indeed torturous last night as i wake up every few hours sweating. how i managed to get through the night is a miracle. strangely, i have always been well acquainted with mr.fever. i mean, i get them like once every 2-3 months on average in form5. minor ones that is. i'd wake up feeling hot and bothered. then go to class and feel miserable. go home, back to bed and i'll be fine in the evening. its already like a routine. jess used to say how &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;other girls get pms, and i'll get fever&lt;/span&gt;. yeah, that was me. i'm unique =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, good news people, i think i'm ok now. maybe a little hungry cz i didn't eat much but otherwise fine - until i start panicking about my assignments anyway. but by then, i think i'll have some other people sharing the pain with me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i heard there's this new movie with both &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jackie chan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jet li&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; starring in it.&lt;strong&gt; too bad i'm a fan of neither&lt;/strong&gt; =P i'd just stick to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;chow sing chee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. action packed but with funnies kicking in. guarenteed to help you lose weight by exercising your tummy muscles. ha! i bet thats's why i gain weight slowly. hehe.. so u know what &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;? don't worry about your figure. you look totally awesome and get this: &lt;strong&gt;YOU.ARE.NOT.FAT!&lt;/strong&gt; so stop complaining and start laughing your ass off ^^ it works apparently and it doesn't cost a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-RWOCgdD1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZBK19uDQ0QM/s1600-h/9481~Do-Be-Do-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180360270574063442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GnKzSt2JOYY/R-RWOCgdD1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZBK19uDQ0QM/s400/9481~Do-Be-Do-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;have a great weekend everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;oh, before i forget, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what is a journalist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(and i don't mean the definition - cz i DO have a dictionary) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;if you have the answers, please please PLEASE tell me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;thank you C=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7708130290438082434-3843671128867097388?l=sherrymint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrymint.blogspot.com/feeds/3843671128867097388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7708130290438082434&amp;postID=3843671128867097388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7708130290438082434/posts/default/3843671128867097388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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