<?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-6572338</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:57:44.957+08:00</updated><category term='Today and Tomorrow'/><category term='Attachment'/><category term='Hmmm... FOOD....'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='SELLING'/><category term='Daily'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='book review'/><category term='Links'/><category term='Happiness Is'/><category term='Pissing...'/><category term='With Movie reviews'/><category term='Funny stuff'/><category term='Blah'/><category term='FYP'/><category term='blog things'/><category term='...'/><title type='text'>I come to you as an angel of God</title><subtitle type='html'>we view life through a mirror, what we see is only a reflection.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>690</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6321535519749328367</id><published>2009-03-20T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:20:30.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate guys.&lt;br /&gt;my heart just sinks to the depths of my guts&lt;br /&gt;and my blood just boils a few hundred degrees higher.&lt;br /&gt;anxiety wells up and dies down&lt;br /&gt;only to be followed by a huge wave of anguish&lt;br /&gt;and a tsunami of heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 guy is no different from the other.&lt;br /&gt;all are full of bullshit&lt;br /&gt;no one is truthful, no one keeps their promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the human race was born to lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-6321535519749328367?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6321535519749328367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6321535519749328367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6321535519749328367' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-8988369775967318465</id><published>2009-03-06T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:26:13.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today hubby has passing out parade!&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean??&lt;br /&gt;haha.. school has been like crap. the weather is getting colder.. BUT it's still wiltingly HOT! i hate PEC240. especially the labs. nuts. i don't like any of the units the sem. i wanna go home! T_T sobs...&lt;br /&gt;dance has been fun. haha... need to get new shoes cos i dont know where my second pair in singapore has gone to. but i'm not going to buy Bloch. I hate Bloch!!! I'll try Grishko or something. I still like Katz better, but they are hard to find. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;Miss hubby muchly!!&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and bathe now. haha.. later going to town with my sis. hopefully tonight will be nice and cold again. Tml, DIM SUM!! AWESOME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-8988369775967318465?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8988369775967318465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8988369775967318465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8988369775967318465' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2589042406155608483</id><published>2009-02-21T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:49:42.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In yesterday land, it was hubby and my 2nd anniversary! how time flies! yay!! I've known him for 4 years and been with him for 2 and COUNTING!! happy happy me! :D Happy Anniversary sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;School has started already. Spent the first week mainly sleeping in Bodies of Evidence, and learning how to count in Analytical Chemistry. Hopefully it all gets better by this week. Bodies of Evidence is the coolest thing i've come across so far. I'm lost with Forensic DNA Analysis. Craps!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who are wondering if i'm still in the clutches of the evil Aunty Lily. Well, I'M NOT!!! The wicked witch of the gingerbread house has set me free!!! (Alas hansel and gretel have long left their humble abode).&lt;br /&gt;After this week, is 2 more weeks to the first study break. Which, "incidently" due to Bodies of Evidence, we who take that unit, DON'T HAVE ONE. Nutters.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have i mentioned that i've started driving? no, apparently not, i think. I haven't updated since 6dec. Oh golly... just before i left for Hokkaido. was it fun? NOOOOOO... i'm pretty sure i don't feel like going back there on tour unless it's a sashimi tour or shopping spree. Otherwise i'll just keep to the more populated parts of japan. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. gotta go. i'm running low on water AND i'm meeting Zoe tomorrow for church and to pass her things and i've also go driving lessons. Back to Welshpool. I hate driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2589042406155608483?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2589042406155608483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2589042406155608483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2589042406155608483' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-1273809956718793965</id><published>2008-12-06T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:24:21.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy!! i finally got to see and hug my dearest hubby today!! he's so skinny now!! totally cheated me!! he's flat!! and bony!! ROAR... but i'm so happy to see him again!! just overwhelmed with happiness!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow there is a birthday lunch and hubby will be joining!! man, i love him so much. then night time i'll be leaving for Hokkaido till the 13th. hubby will be POP-ing on the 10th, going to Hokkaido on the 12th to the 19th. haha... it's a well deserved break. i hope i can spend lots of time with him when he gets back! :D&lt;br /&gt;i can't bear to part with him again when summer break ends. the thought of it just sickens me. further more there are so many important dates that i won't be around to share with him and i feel so bad. it hurts me inside. sigh... but i'll be back in June!! and hopefully i can come back for his 21st birthday, even if it means skipping school for a few days. but we shall see how that pans out first. GOSH!! i can't wait to see him tomorrow! it feels like forever...&lt;br /&gt;missed him and love him so very much. i feel that it's utterly unfair for me to go back in the beginning of feb. i don't like it and i resent it very much. plus my parents make it seem like i'm obligated to go, but i'm actually sarcificing my holiday so that my mom doesn't have to take too much leave from work to accompany my sis over. well then, some people are just darn plain ungrateful. they expect me to sarcifice things for them, when they don't even appreciate it or even let me do what i like.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. heads up, parents. talking about responsibility, why i said you guys have so little of it.. here is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I am responsible to you and to myself. only when i feel that i'm responsible for myself then i'll be responsible for others.&lt;br /&gt;Mom, on the otherhand, is responsible for others, but not for herself. the way i see it is, if you can't be responsible for yourself then you are in no position to be responsible for others. you're not responsible for yourself, because you jolly well know that you have work in the morning, but then you stil want to stay up late making bracelets, playing facebook or dotblu and then end up falling sick. lack of sleep, falling sick, how in the world is that responsible? plus if you're tired and sick, how can you be responsible for the lives of your patients and on top of that, your own safety when you drive in the car to and fro from work. so don't bullshit about responsibility when you can't even handle your own.&lt;br /&gt;the worse is, the lack of responsibility in bringing up your own two children. i remember and recall very clearly that most of my childhood was spent either at tuition or tuition or tuition and the maid (which ever maid). the maid was the one who always looked after me. mummy or daddy? hmm... seen but never really looked after by them for a long long long while. even after my sis was born. it was just tuition and maid. that's it. mummy daddy? oooh... thought children with chubby little hands and feet were fun, but actually nurturing them and spending lots of quality time was NOT SO important as work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now whose the one who lacks responsibility? tsktsk.. somemore for 2 kids leh. what nonsense you preaching man... wake up and smell your own shit.&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm responsible for me and i make my decisions and regret it. you just push the blame around or just pretend it doesn't exist and try to make it up MUCH later in life, by then it's not exactly the most appreciated thing in life. dunno how to plan, don't have kids. i seriously have never felt such distaste in the way i see you guys. it's like cock telling bull he looks like a chicken...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-1273809956718793965?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1273809956718793965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1273809956718793965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1273809956718793965' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3985751144030455349</id><published>2008-11-30T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:53:38.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>summer hols will suck big time this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, i think some of you have received this email, but i think it's so dumb yet so true. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;(To the tune of We Are Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;WE ARE CHIN KANG KOR&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when people said that bus fares  won't increase ... but it did&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when people think  that CPF contributions won't decrease but it did&lt;br /&gt;We build a  nation with nothing free&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out together, for all your  money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my country, this is my flat&lt;br /&gt;Is there any  future, or is this a lie&lt;br /&gt;What happen to my family, what happen to my  friends&lt;br /&gt;We're Chin Kang Kor, Chin Kang Kor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore,  our homeland, it's here that we're conned&lt;br /&gt;All of us united, one people  struggling on&lt;br /&gt;We worked so hard together, what have we achieve&lt;br /&gt;Singapore forever, a nation with price increase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT MONEY  SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;You and me, our jobs to part&lt;br /&gt;Stand together, crying  our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're going to show the world what retrenchment can  be&lt;br /&gt;We can achieve, we can achieve&lt;br /&gt;There is something in the Toto  booth that we can strike for&lt;br /&gt;We were told of 4D dreams that we could try  for&lt;br /&gt;There's a spirit in the air&lt;br /&gt;It's a retrenchment feeling we  all share&lt;br /&gt;We're going to put a bigger stake for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Hope  to win, hope to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count money, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Count wrongly  and you'll lose even more&lt;br /&gt;Count on me to give my savings and  more&lt;br /&gt;Count money, Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the end-&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm not patriotic. so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-204539164625763434?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/204539164625763434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/204539164625763434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#204539164625763434' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-343297124041733056</id><published>2008-11-29T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:06:53.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah.. my muscles ache so badly... and i have these random abdominal pains that come on and off. i've already gone to the toilet to poo... but it still comes... maybe it's the ab workout yesterday. i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;went to freo and subi with geri. then we went to the city. my stomach hurts so badly... bought fairies for patrick and some other things. lol... very painful... very tired now... i don't know why... shall go sleep...&lt;br /&gt;i miss my hubby dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-343297124041733056?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/343297124041733056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/343297124041733056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#343297124041733056' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2950262299886765499</id><published>2008-11-29T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:21:07.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an awesomest awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;went to a warehouse place today. aunty pris took geri and i and this other lady. very big!! and i've never seen crates and crates from floor to ceiling of food and pads!! it was WOW!! can soak up the Dead Sea. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;after that went to Taurus to eat lunch. Den went to school to get the bank draft for nufuu's school fees and went to Murdoch College to hand it in. Geri helped me to collect my sparkling juice from Caleb. Thanks girl.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Hazel will be leaving. Hope she has a safe flight. and, Hazel if you're reading, i need your address.&lt;br /&gt;Met Zoe in the city for Boost juice den we went for our Firestarters class.&lt;br /&gt;there was 13 ladies altogether. and it was so fun! seriously!! i love the warmup exercises and the polemoves. but i don't like the lap dancing... so now i know how to do two pole twirls. Our teacher, Erica, at the end of the session, gave a full lapdance and poledance combo. oh my gosh! so flex and so graceful... i was totally awed! i'm going to go back next sem and learn. meanwhile, i dunno if ee-ee wants to learn or not. cos that was kinda of hanging in thin air, the last time i spoke. but gosh! it's so fun!! although parts of my body aches, it's awesome!! totally!!&lt;br /&gt;Packing is a disaster. sigh... im repacking and it seems to work. but it also seems like ive been asked to buy more things. ok la, hopefully can fit &gt;&lt; and don't exceed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward and not looking forward to going home. at home, i'm insignificant. i think my family thinks i'm stupid or something cos i can't seem to follow their logic. i can't help it if i look through the mirror through the other side. doesn't make sense den it doesn't. plus i dont talk bull 99% of the time. i talk bull 35% of the time, the rest if facts but i'mbeing dead sarcastic about it, or am entirely joking. i'm blunt and i cant help it. if i think you're stupid, i'll say it, or if i think you're different from before i'll say it. but for goodness sakes, i'm not dumb. like helloooooooo... just cos i don't follow doesnt mean i'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary i'd think you're being very shallow and 'safe'. and, i can't help it if i randomly talk about something out of the blue. it just clicks in my head den PRESTO!! i have something to say. i can't help it. cos if i dont say it, i'll forget and then it may never come back. it's riddiculous. the world is confusing, and my head has many things going through it all at once. and even though i'm angry and i sound illogical, instead of being serverly closed minded and cynical and disgustingly 'safe', listen to what i say and heed it. cos it may safe you a damn lot of time, and maybe redeem yourself with me. otherwise i may think that you're not only very shallow or 'safe', but very stupid and so afraid of loosing face when you face up to facts. and i thought that you guys were supposed to have taught me how to live... i think i taught me how to live. guidance, never was there. tuition was all there was. paranoia was always there and will still&lt;br /&gt;always be. it's quite strange... i for one, never learnt responsibility cos there was nothing to be responsible for... isn't that ironic.&lt;br /&gt;so....... don't think i'm stupid when i spout things out of the blue or don't catch what you're saying. maybe.... you're the who's brain isnt working. but wait, i look through the otherside of things. forgive me, i'm not you. i don't understand your logic. i see black and white or white and black, not the shades of grey inbetween. the only grey i know, exists in my brain. it's called, GREY MATTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2950262299886765499?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2950262299886765499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2950262299886765499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2950262299886765499' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6227567704437972382</id><published>2008-11-23T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:09:17.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that day, there was a two faced cat that was born in perth. it's quite strange yet quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;luckily you have to only feed 1 mouth. not like the three headed dog in Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;just imagine a 3 headed cat.. if they each had one brain each.&lt;br /&gt;Head 1: I wanna go there!&lt;br /&gt;Head 2: I wanna go there!&lt;br /&gt;Head 3: No i wanna go there!!&lt;br /&gt;Head 1: in that case guys, we'll stay put. *sits and sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;when being attacked by an enemy&lt;br /&gt;Head 1: I'll sing Opera, you sing Rolling stones and you, recite Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cat wouldn't be an it, it would be a them! plus you'd have to feed 3 heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, imagine them with 1/3 of a brain each:&lt;br /&gt;Head 1: I wanna&lt;br /&gt;Head 2: go to&lt;br /&gt;Head 3: where????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if they are being attacked by an enemy:&lt;br /&gt;Head 1: twinkle&lt;br /&gt;Head 2: twinkle&lt;br /&gt;Head 3: *snore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for the confusing tactic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-6227567704437972382?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6227567704437972382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6227567704437972382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6227567704437972382' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-7353913006186410832</id><published>2008-11-23T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:38:27.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised why i keep saying 'stupid only gets you that far'. it's a few reasons really. and here is my opinion about aussies. i'm not racists or anything, just that i pluck things out of the air and poof they all make sense. so this entry goes to the aussies. since i don't have any aussie friends, i can't offend them too much by saying this. so, if i do have aussie friends, then this entry maybe taken down. i do have british friends, so maybe they won't be too offended on their aussie counterparts. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i remember geri telling me that donna told her that aussies are P.O.W (Prisoners of War, for those acronym idiots out there). and that fact i remember reading some where as well. now lets see about their mutation rate and thus intellectual capacity. a small group of POWs were set on this little island inhabited by the aboriginals. so now, in order to propagate during that time and to get rid of all the work tension and frustrations of their captivity, they had sex thus propagated and thus, the start of the australian colony. if each man had a woman, then that would be fine. but if one man was related to another man, in anyway, then genetic diversity wouldn't exactly be very diverse. and when the progeny of these two men, mated, then woosh!! gene frequency decreases, so you have these cross-bred individuals. and generally cross-bred individuals tend to have something more wrong in any aspect than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;now see, if that initial population were mating randomly and thus spouting random progeny who then randomly mated upscale or downscale of each other, then you have a colony of totally inbred individuals. this situation probably had the highest probability of occurring. but, dear friend hazel told me that there was a family lineage that was more susceptible to genetic mutation cos they were all made up of inbred individuals. thus, Shed E. (another interesting story all together.)&lt;br /&gt;so, in terms of intelligence, although there has been no genetic linkage, thus far that i have read, between individuals, then this isnt a fair judgment. but still, if mummy was dumb and so was daddy, then whatever they taught their kids during that time, was as much information as their slow witted brains could take, whether their children were more intelligent or not. and then whatever they learnt during their lifetime and passed it on to their children would then result in their own mentality and thus intelligence. now then, there was school. but say we don't take schooling into consideration. so you have this population of relative intelligence people going about mating with each other, resulting in more and more mutation going on...&lt;br /&gt;skipping ahead by a little, yesterday i met this new girl, called winnie, no idea where she's from, but she seems to know quite a bit. so she was saying that aussies know asians are asians cos we shorten the words when we speak, so we don't pronounce 't', 's', 'p' etc... which i true. we learnt the lazy way from american rapping... like goin', coz, ya, yo (instead of hello) etc... so we say:&lt;br /&gt;Asian: hey do u wanna go swimmin?&lt;br /&gt;Aussies: hey maTe-uh, do you wanna go swimming?&lt;br /&gt;ok so fine, we shorten what we say, but when i was listening to the radio last night, the aussies OVER pronounce their words. like we're taught the British way of speaking since we were kids, so January is pronounced as  jan-ur-ry. aussies who are british by decedent pronounce jan-ew-air-ry. and they cant understand what we're saying cos we speak too quickly as well. lets do it the chinese main land way: 'time vely short. evely thin'g fasfas. tok faster dun dillydally. i no time to tok so slowly with you white people' *squints eyes smallsmall*.. it's true, time is precious, so don't waste my time waiting for you to pronounce an additional syllable in every word in your sentance. you kind of just make it longer than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;like pronouncing: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" title="Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/a&gt;. aussies probably pronounce it soup-per-cahli-frah-gahlistic-expi-eh-li-dough-cious. it's like dude!! what happens when it's: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" title="Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis"&gt;pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the longest word in the dictionary. it's seriously a matter of being able to keep up with the times. they can afford to waste so much time having slow conversations cos their working hours are so short and have a non-existant night life. i'm thinking, in places like melb, the night life extends probably past 5.30pm. in relation to intelligence, there isn't any. but probably if you did spend less time talking so slowly, comprehending so slowly, you'd be much faster and more efficient and would probably have more information in your head by now and you probably wouldn't be one of the most obese countries in the world, if you were on your toes, shopping and not sitting at home being a couch potato wriggling your toes.&lt;br /&gt;another thing that bugs me is, australian racism. australians, some, are so racist, they are racist against themselves. it's ok to be snotty and not help foreigners, but it's NOT OK to NOT help out people of the same race and goodness! SAME COUNTRY! it's ridiculous! it's like watching fat tubby kids smashing each other's faces in just cos they want a piece of candy. DUDE, i know you're isolated from the rest of the world, until the bird flu can't get you, but you're living and breathing the same air, drinking the same water as everyone else. you don't want to change your mentality against other people coming into your country, den well, sad to say, the rest of the world, IS evolving, whether you like it or not. and for goodness sakes, i'd stand on the side of the aboriginals, cos i think they are fantastic people. if you HATE the idea of foreigners coming into your land, think about how the ABORIGINALS felt when your ancestors came into their land and denied them of their rights. GUESS WHAT YOU WHITE MORONS, England set a rule where if the island was occupied, then the people who colonize the land, will follow the occupants rules and way of life. but YOUR STUPID ANCESTORS, since they didn't know or didn't bother to understand the aboriginal culture, robbed the rights of the ORIGINAL inhabitants of this land and the new colony of England, used its own set of rules and threw the aboriginals to one dusty corner.&lt;br /&gt;so much for your 'GO back to CHINA!' and you people SHOULD enhance your geography and common knowledge a little and learn how to differentiate between CHINA morons and other asians. not EVERYONE is from CHINA. and for goodness sakes, some of us, HATE CHINA. so if you don't want anyone to think that aussie is colonized by a whole population of dumb blondes, go prove yourselves wrong (or dye your hair black, like how all of you do and dress up like us asians).&lt;br /&gt;and when you accuse us for wasting your time, due to your own racism and stupidity, think about how much more of our time you're wasting, you slow dim witted herd of albino cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-7353913006186410832?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7353913006186410832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7353913006186410832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7353913006186410832' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-4467141404517525060</id><published>2008-11-20T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:35:13.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Biochem is over!! and Bob is the best!! he like LITERALLY gave us the exam question! &lt;3...&lt;br /&gt;one more paper to go!! i can feel the taste of liberation and the rush of adrenalin as i head home. No, i'm not home sick, but i'm going home!! it's like how prisoners of war are suddenly released to go home, only to be shot dead in their tracks. except, the part about getting shot is omitted from my prison story, i just get dumped back into prison again, only to be let free 6mths later. life is so cruel. ONE more!!&lt;br /&gt;liberation never tasted so sweet!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can see my hubby again!&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that there are 4 important Him-s in my life.&lt;br /&gt;1: God&lt;br /&gt;2: daddy&lt;br /&gt;3: hubby&lt;br /&gt;4: jackjack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-4467141404517525060?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4467141404517525060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4467141404517525060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4467141404517525060' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3979502851183380448</id><published>2008-11-18T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:41:56.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest Hubby,&lt;br /&gt;I love you and miss you very muchly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Wifey.&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I want to eat cake when i come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-3979502851183380448?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3979502851183380448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3979502851183380448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3979502851183380448' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-748171377015295269</id><published>2008-11-17T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:20:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did only 67 posts this year or something...&lt;br /&gt;i have to say this, but i hate, absolutely HATE it when people pinch my face, much less touch me.. i.e. it's ok if youre my friend, but never pinch my face or any other part of me, or for sure, after that you're no longer my friend. my face has less and less to pinch, so it hurts you ****-ing moron. go pinch your retarded face and see how it feels. maybe your's has more flesh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is not a good day. had a few nightmares, woke up remembering them. quite freaky. crap la. today studied elective for a bit then stopped at simple acids... or something... crap... need to finish elective and module 1 today. module 2 and 4 by tomorrow. otherwise no more internet for me.&lt;br /&gt;hubby's gone for situational test till wed. *sobs* can't sms him again. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;it's been more or less confirmed that i'll be returning to Perth on 1 Feb 2009. GOSH... 2009. another year has passed... so fast.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why my mom doesn't let me stay over at hubby's. her rationalization in my opinion, isn't convincing. dunno wad she's so worried about. she said it herself, it will happen sooner or later. like wad? i burn down his house or drown myself in the toilet bowl? seriously, i think it's harder to listen to a person who doesn't just come straight to the point. that's why i'm so blunt, even though i sometimes deliberately do it. just come straight to the point and say it out loud. oh wait, maybe she's scared i'll have sex with him. seriously, so what?? i may also take him and go get his ears pierced. things like that are so.. what's that word... superficial? it's just to make the parents look good. hello, the reason why i turned out the way i am, is cos i have a brain and i make my own decisions, after i turned 16. why? well, lets date back to 2004. after being lied to like 10000000000000000x, forget it, why should i continue listening to people to make my decisions for me? sure i look for guidance. but i don't ask you to make my decisions. you can say i am not allowed to stay over at his place, cos firstly you don't allow. but hmmm.. think about it, what in the world makes you think i'll listen to you. i've come this far, only probably by my own capacity and i will do so till the day i die. i think your reasoning is completely illogical (p.s. refer to the earlier post regarding hair color and view of the world), plus half the time when i talk to you, it doesn't go in. and like i did tell you that you'll let nufuu go overseas after sec school, you didn't even bother to heed what i said. i'm not pissed about that, i'm more pissed off that you NEVER listen to a thing i say. firstly because you either think i'm irrational and spouting nonsense, or secondly, you know i'm right cos i know how you think.&lt;br /&gt;and based on the shit you gave me about me not being responsible enough to go overseas after sec4, please look at the new dude you're posting over with me. was she even 10% more responsible than i was? did i run away when i was her age? no. did i go sleep in possibly a hotel at her age? no. was i so easily addicted to things like the rest of the family? no. i mean come on, how can you make decisions for me and be so iron clad about it, when you're literally letting a wild animal run free out of your clutches. so, i don't agree with your decision about letting me not stay over at theo's cos you're being unreasonable and totally selfish. i've had enough of all your crap and 'it's the best for you'-nonsense is just, NONSENSE. no decision you have made, save for very minimal, have been for my own good. they were made to make you feel good. irregardless of how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;so there. deal with it and think about it, before you make anymore stupid decisions about my life for me.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the only shit i did at her age was do what you wanted, to make you happy, study, fail sec 3 and become an alcoholic. coffee doesn't work but beer does. so sue my. my neurons were wired the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;iron clad the right kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-748171377015295269?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/748171377015295269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/748171377015295269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#748171377015295269' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5049259704871316228</id><published>2008-11-17T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:30:00.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i figured that the way you think reflects on the color of your hair.&lt;br /&gt;When you are a kid, you don't have to think, thus no hair.&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older, your hair grows then you have to think more. You see things as black and white and the occasional gray.&lt;br /&gt;Then over time, your hair looses color, some strands turn gray.&lt;br /&gt;As you grow even older, try to mask the gray hair under dye, your view of things gets more gray. Black and white are still there, but the way you see the world is more gray... everything seems alright, cos it's acceptable to you now. Things that weren't acceptable a few years ago, seems to be alright with you now.&lt;br /&gt;Then when you're really old, black and white is just a figment of imagination. It's all GRAY. cos guess what, you don't really have to think anymore. you get fed information by your children, they are deciding your mortgage, your loans, what you eat for dinner, they drive you to your medical appointments  etc. so everything is ALRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Then when you're dead, everything is either black or white. Black if you see through the sockets with your eye lids shut tight on you. White, if you believe in God and go to Heaven. (which is the way i see it) oh wait, to the chinese, then it will be red and full of midnight monsters. cos all these chinese believers do, is go to Hell. depending on which level apparently.&lt;br /&gt;Now, speaking of blondes. Wonder why they call them DUMB BLONDES (although i beg to differ, some blondes are quite smart :D). well, cos in their heads, there aint no black or white or gray. It's just a shiny cloud of marshmellow. So to them, everything is nice and fluffy thus they make irrational decisions and do things they regret. (although there are some dark headed people, who i beg to differ, perhaps don't have the alleles coding for blonde hair color, but sure act like some).&lt;br /&gt;Red heads, well, Viking wise, are always seeing RED. thus red heads and explains why vikings were quite crude, rough, angry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5049259704871316228?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5049259704871316228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5049259704871316228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5049259704871316228' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-97742214173970708</id><published>2008-11-14T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:02:55.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't like australia... i don't want to come back next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-97742214173970708?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/97742214173970708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/97742214173970708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#97742214173970708' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-4613400998379090898</id><published>2008-11-11T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:26:27.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nicky needs the new boost card!!&lt;br /&gt;It's shiny!&lt;br /&gt;Nicky also needs to poopoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things that haven't changed since i first opened this blog till now is:&lt;br /&gt;1: i still curse and swear in almost every post&lt;br /&gt;2: i still talk about frogs and dragons&lt;br /&gt;3: i still type in purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had forgotten hubby had come to my house before we even got together, cos he was bored... i can't even recall that happening... @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-4613400998379090898?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4613400998379090898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4613400998379090898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4613400998379090898' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-7373802212482742408</id><published>2008-11-11T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:00:39.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/humanitarian.html" target="_blank"&gt;Humanitarian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/familydrive.html" target="_blank"&gt;Family drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/honor.html" target="_blank"&gt;Honor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/thriftiness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Thriftiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality test&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;compare this, with the one i took in 2005...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;37%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/6572338-7373802212482742408?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7373802212482742408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7373802212482742408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7373802212482742408' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-4728418562565806006</id><published>2008-11-11T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:12:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just re-reading some of my posts...&lt;br /&gt;i realised something...&lt;br /&gt;i sound like a ditsy blonde biatch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;seriously...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-4728418562565806006?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4728418562565806006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4728418562565806006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4728418562565806006' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-8899492626232912550</id><published>2008-11-10T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:21:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised...&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a buffet of assorted cake!&lt;br /&gt;try a bit of this, try a bit of that, like that take more, eat eat eat...&lt;br /&gt;den when you have sampled everything yummy, try the ones that don't look so pleasing to the eye. For all you know, that could be your favorite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-8899492626232912550?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8899492626232912550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8899492626232912550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8899492626232912550' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5333588515906481388</id><published>2008-11-10T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:19:39.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay.. biochem retest is OVER! i think i'd do better for this one, and hopefully my average marks would be pulled up. darn... in poly i seriously hated biochem, but somehow, the teachers here have made it quite enjoyable and it's so much easier to see the bigger picture here than in poly. maybe it's the orgnaization of the poly slides that makes it all so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till after exams! it's so hard to concentrate!! esp since i'm the last one to finish the exams amongst the group. darnnnnnnnnnnn...&lt;br /&gt;i miss my hubby!! he's in field camp! so i don't get replies from him! but nevermind, i shall study hard and go back to be with him asap!&lt;br /&gt;pffft! the flies here fly like hornets and are so big... so gross!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyo sexy mama, shake ya booty! oh yeah... let me see those.................&lt;br /&gt;i have to shut up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5333588515906481388?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5333588515906481388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5333588515906481388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5333588515906481388' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3446413289345601929</id><published>2008-11-09T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:00:34.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BreakOut= alot of pimples...&lt;br /&gt;Why would Miley Cyrus name her album BreakOut.&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus- BreakOut.&lt;br /&gt;imagine...&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus- A Lot of Pimples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-3446413289345601929?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3446413289345601929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3446413289345601929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3446413289345601929' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5195203105574663299</id><published>2008-11-09T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:55:10.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh fruitcakes!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick again. this time, it sounds bad... phlegm and the works... sighs...&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's got field camp today till next friday. *sobs* means i wont be able to talk to him and receive his smses. but i hope he has fun there.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to start Biochem today and finish up Genetics. aarrghh... i feel so under prepared. sigh... so fast the time flies. I'm looking forward to going home!! Yay!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall do my theory test before i leave for sg. i've got stuff in mind for next year already. haha.. wee!!&lt;br /&gt;All the best for the x-ams people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5195203105574663299?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5195203105574663299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5195203105574663299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5195203105574663299' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3065420031964012646</id><published>2008-11-04T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:39:35.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched WILDCHILD on Saturday. Liberation via movies. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Exams start in, 11 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;Time to get cracking. gosh...quite scared. especially for Psych and Law. saw the past year papers, TOTALLY DUNNO HOW TO RESPOND. gosh... i don't like Arts subjects. @.@ nutters...&lt;br /&gt;Silly me has a sore throat cos i ate with a dirty paw. g-r-e-a-t.&lt;br /&gt;g2g study...&lt;br /&gt;aunty lily is talking so loudly again with her friend. i feel like.... @#$%^&amp;amp;*((*&amp;amp;^%$#$%^&amp;amp;^%$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-3065420031964012646?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3065420031964012646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3065420031964012646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3065420031964012646' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-1676176554144861985</id><published>2008-10-30T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:09:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love TARGET!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow Zoe and i are going to go swimming, so i went to buy a swimsuit from Target. I love that place, cos my swim suit was nearly $50, then i bought some coloring Christmas cards to play with and some stickers for mummy for her presents, along with some chocolates. Dunno how they calculate it (but i like it), the totally bill came up to only $48. Maybe cos they were having 15% off some items and 25% off others. HURHUR... BUT i'm liking it! now time to go wash the swim suit so i can wear it tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i'm good at doing within a given perimeter is swim. Run? no thank you, i'm not gonna bust a joint, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-1676176554144861985?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1676176554144861985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1676176554144861985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1676176554144861985' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-1067633050021468839</id><published>2008-10-26T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:30:34.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 things.&lt;br /&gt;dai ichi: daylight saving is nuts! everything is pushed forward 1hours. means.. school starts at 7.30 as supposed to 8.30 and thus i have to wake up at 5.30! NONSENSE! hate daylight saving. my sunday (today) is only 23 hours! cheat me! i wanted to go church! but this stupid daylight saving costs me 1 hour of essay time. by the time i'm done, i'd need to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni dai: psych and law essay is like this... stuffing a hamburger down an ant tunnel, without crushing the ant tunnel. think you can do that? no... not unless it's a plastic tunnel. nuts! see this... hamburger = jury deliberation info. ant tunnel= 8 page limit. how to squeeze all that in? i'm cutting my section B short. i don't like this at all. it's so slip short. even bigger &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NONSENSE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;san dai: i'm broke... $399 so totally worth it in my opinion. but, becos the money i have was changed at a higher rate, it's not worth it. maybe singapore has it at the same price, but will they have the stuff that comes along with it? dont ask what it is, unless you are gonna buy it for me. otherwise ZIP it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-1067633050021468839?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1067633050021468839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1067633050021468839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1067633050021468839' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-330865896801427135</id><published>2008-10-25T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:12:27.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lifted from Geri. Go take from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generally a friendly and trusting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great admirer of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-330865896801427135?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/330865896801427135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/330865896801427135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#330865896801427135' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5136933680349294530</id><published>2008-10-24T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:18:04.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life as it stands, seems so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I've completed drafting my psych and law assay, but it's still incomplete. I would have to type it out fully tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to studying finish my biochem today and not need to worry about it. And by sunday, studies for genetics should be on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Just now i woke up and went to the toilet. IF you are claustrophobic, don't come to Australia, or Perth for that matter. Cos, house toilets are so small. They are slightly larger, depending on whether you have a sink in-built into the same room as the toilet. I noticed, as i sat on the potty, the walls are only 1m in width and approximately 1.5m- 2m in length. It's even worse even you have arachnophobia. Then that's just living hell for you in there... bleah... Alternatively, you could always design your own house, then again, you'd have to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin and toufu. How does that combination sound?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5136933680349294530?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5136933680349294530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5136933680349294530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5136933680349294530' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-623460425053848464</id><published>2008-10-20T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:09:13.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found something in my packet of Starburt Rejuiced Rattle Snakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; body + &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; tail.&lt;br /&gt;usually they only come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; body + &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; tail...&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. geri and i ate half a cake each today! oh my... never gonna do that again i tell you.. urk-y...&lt;br /&gt;tired.... i had the longest biochem lecture of my life today!! bob is so funny i tell you... not in a hilarious harharhar kind of way... but just.. entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;aunty lily is so evil!! told her that the toilet paper in the toilet (duh) was running low, then she told me to go buy my own. uhhhhh... there is a reason why i'm doing homestay, RIGHT? she's just sucking money out of me. She's not even providing me a fan in this disasterous weather! evil incarnate!!&lt;br /&gt;but at least she's letting me watch my supernatural and bones later. muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno how to start on my law essay... so sue me ok?!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;After 1,2,3 years of searching high and low for a (free) copy of Grieg's Piano Concerto in A Minor, I FOUND IT!! ALL 3 MOVEMENTS OF IT!! Oh happy happy day!! and easy peasy Croatian Rhapsody... weee!! I'm gonna blow my mind on them while i'm not studying... studying is nuts... hate it. but gotta do wad i gotta do!!&lt;br /&gt;I love the World Wide Web!&lt;br /&gt;P.s. did you know the transformers robots spoke jap? bandai? \(o.O)/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-623460425053848464?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/623460425053848464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/623460425053848464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#623460425053848464' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3232846453823180568</id><published>2008-10-20T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:47:51.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... let's see.. a few things have happened since i've last blogged...&lt;br /&gt;Aunty lily went away and now is back. oh how dreadful...&lt;br /&gt;sandy has gone back to taiwan. oh how dreadfully joyous.&lt;br /&gt;last week we had the last genetics prac. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;we finalized that someone looks like the green tamagochi.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;serene gave me food and it was delicious. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;she also brought us to cut our hair, i trimmed mine for $14 only and hazel got her's for $12 cos her hair is short. hair is still the same length cos i can't touch the length. it's an oath. serene also brought us to this body of water somewhere... i think near swan. there was this lovely path we could walk on cos the water parted there. very nice place :D happy happy!! and then we went to jesters to buy pies, cos it was happy hour. haha...&lt;br /&gt;aunty lily is being selfish. she says that it's so cold, so she refuses to turn on the cooler and also cos she says that the lid is on or something. she also took the outside phone into her room. i dunno why she needs 2 phones in her room. i don't like her and i don't want to stay with her anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;the insects are out. really OUT! i hate them! i don't know why God had to ever create these nasty infidels. i had 2 flies, 1 yellow ladybug, 1 smaller fly land on me as i was walking from school to the bus stop to home. it's G.R.O.S.S!! ooh.. the flies here have red eyes. YUCK!! insects!! yesterday one flying ant came into my room from i dunno where, a small flying insect decided to strand itself in my water bottle so i drowned it cos no way was i letting it out of there. there is this whole trail or ants in the toilet that leads to no where.&lt;br /&gt;aunty lily's sink is so terribly unhygenic that there are flies in the sink. it was never like that when she was away. so the problem isn't with me, but with her. it's so EWWWWWWWWWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;no way should any body in their right frame of hygene or mind, be staying with her! it's gross like that. no way!! *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;did you know that the first human ancestors aka Neanderthals have almost no genetic similarity to our current day human? technically we have 2 ancestorial tribes. one that occupied the northern middle half of the hemisphere (Neanderthals) and the other, the southern half of the hemisphere (African ancestrials which are our modern day humans)... we have common gene linkage with the nordern day humans but considerably none of that of the Neanderthals. Plus there are very few (almost none) of progeny of Neanderthals x Modern Day Humans...&lt;br /&gt;i think... jennie's alloploidy thing is nonsense in anycase. that 2n- 14 subsequently becomes 2n=48. blah.. i cant believe the things i'm learning in school. i wish i was better off learning some other thing.&lt;br /&gt;for now i have to go write my assay and read my biochem. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-3232846453823180568?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3232846453823180568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3232846453823180568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3232846453823180568' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3560310071805227094</id><published>2008-10-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:03:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depressed starts with an F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-3560310071805227094?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3560310071805227094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3560310071805227094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3560310071805227094' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5172137355378856062</id><published>2008-09-30T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:04:33.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know the saying: Once biten Twice shy?&lt;br /&gt;Tell that to a cheesecake. It will tell you another story. Cheesecakes are like a more stubborn version of Betty Crockers Devil Food Cake. They have to be eaten and thrown away twice and cursed till the moon turned green from all the vulgarities being hurled around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheesecake No. 1&lt;/span&gt;: was made on Friday and left in the fridge to set overnight. By morning when i touched it, it was still gooey. It looked to pretty!! SO I made the agar jelly and poured it over. The cheese started to curdle and do their thingy- ma- jiggy and floated to the top. The strawberries too! Look like Halloween goo.. VERY GROSS! seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Called Geri up and then she came down. We took a bus to Parry Place IGA since yesterday was a public holiday. Stupid WA decides to celebrate the Queen's Birthday yesterday even though ALL the other states have already celebrated it a long time ago. So yesterday hardly any shops were open. Thank God for IGA. So we bought another batch of thing and went home to make Cheesecake No. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesecake No. 2&lt;/span&gt;: We decided not to put the base into the fridge. So we just added the cheesefilling in. The base sperated from the pan and we had oreo cheesecake filling. SIGH... It was black. And i was getting sick of cheesecake already.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Since Hazel wanted a cake, a cake we shall make. Made our way down to Kardy IGA. Bought extra of everything. Headed  back home for Cheesecake No. 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cheesecake No.3&lt;/span&gt;: Vulgarities and alot of anger and frustration was hurled at it. Slightly more geletin as added to make sure it gelled. The cheese was softened in the microwave cos we were short of time AND to minimise contact with the cheese. Cheesecake No.3 was made within 40mins, including setting time, about 2hours. Threw that cheesecake into Hazel's freezer. And during dinner (hich consisted of Hazel and Caleb's Chicken Rice, Chuan bee's tomato fruit salad, Serene's curry and chocolate jelly and Mitch's drinks), the cake was taken out and IT HAD SET! YAY! and guess what!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT AS WELL RECEIVED!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy!! Yay Geri we did it! Your sis isn't gonna have to be strangled by me!! hahaha... jkjk...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a success and proves that cheesecakes are TWICE bitten THRICE shy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5172137355378856062?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5172137355378856062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5172137355378856062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5172137355378856062' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-1332342447507554463</id><published>2008-09-28T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:06:59.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geri spent a night over at my place, cos she very kindly accompanied me to watch my friend's church concert thing at UWA and very kindly got lost with me. haha... BUT at least now we know how to get to UWA.&lt;br /&gt;Saw tons of showbags yesterday and the darn showgrounds were so un-crowded! and e saw so many many many HUGE toys and wonderful showbags!! turns out the reason why the showgrounds were so empty was cos the huge AFL game was on yesterday and well, the Hawks won! YAY!! Nevermind.. so damn you Hazel!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, yesterday was quite amazing. The concert was hilarious! And by the time we reached home, our pizza from Dominos had arrived. We ordered some double cheeseburger flavoured pizza with the classic crust and Godfather in triple cheese crust, which turns out to be like a pizza flavoured lasagna. It's CEREALLY AWSOMEISH! haha... we watched The Simpsons Movie and She's The Man. 2 hilrious movies and 2 fantastic pizzas make a wonderful Saturday night. Thanks Geri.&lt;br /&gt;Went to town today with Geri and Mitch to pick up some stuff for Monday's potluck at Hazel's house. I agree with Mitch that 7 sucks. 6 is easier to buy for, anyday! Came back home and Geri and I made the cake. I declare i know how to make a ________cake now! it's so pretty! it's sitting in the fridge now! Tastes not bad. Hopefully everything will turn out alright! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Hubby booked out today! So jealous of Joy! humph! get to see her Pigu... i dun get to see my theo. but yay! at least they survived the first 2 weeks!! YAY for you guys! so proud of you! :D *gives each guy a pat on their back* i miss hubby so much. half the time i'm catching myself from becoming this emo shit on the train or on the bus or just stoning on the sidewalks. It's terrible i tell you. Thank God for DOTA... hearing DOMINATING or MEGAKILL, OWNAGE takes my mind of things.&lt;br /&gt;I want shopping... I really need to save the shit out of my soul. Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hubby. seriously it's driving me nuts! I hope to get back to singapore soon.&lt;br /&gt;My headache is killing me. sighs... i should get some shut eye soon.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. today when Geri and I were walking to get our lunch/ dinner, a car ran over a bird. Or technically the bird commited suicide cos the first i heard of it was a "Pak!" then i saw something flutter off the windscreen of the car. The on the road it lay twitching for about 1minute then it lay still. The last i saw of it was... it wasn't on the road, it was on the sidewalk. No freaking idea how it got there, i don't wanna know either. ewww... rest in peace poor bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-1332342447507554463?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1332342447507554463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1332342447507554463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1332342447507554463' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2557372252322702762</id><published>2008-09-26T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:55:15.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Showbag time has been postphoned again!! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;cos monday is the Queen's birthday...  or rather it's kinda a holiday for it? i'm not sure. darn... I WANT MY SHOWBAGGIES!! T__________________T&lt;br /&gt;been sitting at home the whole day playing DOTA. i am totally intending on wasting away this holiday, because i can. I have no freaking idea what to have for dinner. i think i shall make chicken porridge. sighs...&lt;br /&gt;Last night, there was a S-L-U-G in the sink!!! wtf is a slug doing in the sink? how did it even get in?&lt;br /&gt;GROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2557372252322702762?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2557372252322702762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2557372252322702762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2557372252322702762' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2799832957255950561</id><published>2008-09-25T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:03:53.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new goal is 50kg for my height! haaha....&lt;br /&gt;still got a looooong way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2799832957255950561?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2799832957255950561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2799832957255950561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2799832957255950561' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-8471683863956380424</id><published>2008-09-25T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:46:09.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is a phenomenon i tell you!! There is a science behind all that rain. And, it's GENETICS!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making it up! When it rains, it means it's genetics!! CEREALY!!&lt;br /&gt;Even Geri believes me now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't anyone believe me even though i'm being super duperly cereal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMPH!!&lt;br /&gt;Tired and shacked now... Prac today wasn't much of a prac at all. A certain mo-mo-ren is cereally too dependent on the demonstrator, even things that you're supposed to go home and do reasearch on, also want to ask. Spoon-feed? TOTALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping here sucks. totally sucks. Have bought NOTHING but food and err... a few tops... like 4? but that's freaking it. it sucks like a melted ice cream on a stick. darn... i hate this i tell you. The shopaholic in me is dying out! But there is this fantabulous boutique called Cue. It's clothes are made in Australia and there is this AWESOME (sorry mitch), black vest with a fucking hoodie that i LOVE!!! love love love~~~ weee~~~ *twirls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired... not high... is there a difference in it. yeah.. cos my eyes are like small small squinty eyes that are about to shut and my typing is prone to errors and i get cranky and start getting moody and yelling at everyone to piss off... darn... i'm tired. in the case of being high... well... if you haven't experienced that dreadful episode, look at the 2nd post down of this and find out how the hell nicky can be high. It's NOT a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no! the MBP is coming!! RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-8471683863956380424?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8471683863956380424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8471683863956380424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8471683863956380424' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3066615904905825281</id><published>2008-09-23T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:32:24.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know... because i am high, i can't sleep...&lt;br /&gt;So, I've discovered i've been blogging for about 5 years now and have accumulated an average of 130.8 posts per year. Which is so totally LITTLE! seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Then over the past 3.5 months, my hair has grown at the rate of about 2.2cm per month.&lt;br /&gt;I have also come to realize that... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty stomach + 3 (in aid of the breast cancer foundation) pink timtams + 3 slices of bread + water + left over elevated levels of adrenalin + stress = hyperactivity + lack of sleep --&gt; inability to wake up for biochemistry tomorrow, potential failure of Test 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realization of the dire situation then induces a short term increase in about of blood glucose to the brain which causes mild pounding against the frontal lobe of the skull causing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i conclude, I am like a chipmunk on steriods and caffine with bumper cars driving around inside my head with 'It's A Small World' playing as the background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nuttifying, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some sleep. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-3066615904905825281?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3066615904905825281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3066615904905825281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3066615904905825281' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5730182701459358929</id><published>2008-09-22T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:55:20.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HEYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am HIGH dudes!! totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;like my head is in the sky right now. Cos... I am de-stressed and re-stressed. I psyched! VERY VERY PSYCHED!! Why? COS!!&lt;br /&gt;freaking biochem test 3 (the hardest most nonsensical and the one with the most errors in the notes is freaking over!)...&lt;br /&gt;Guy used 'fucking' and 'bullshit' in his lecture.&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; PERTH ROYAL SHOW&lt;/span&gt; IS STARTING ON FREAKING &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;!! (man... think of all those SHOWBAGS!! and rides! and games! and.... ... ... ... the amount of money spent...)&lt;br /&gt;BUT... I'm SO EXCITED I'M ITCHING IN MY SEAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've got all this adrenaline pumping in me i can't even go to sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why i'm so happy-happy about is that I called hubby today!! so happy to hear his voice! he's gone all froggie- croaky on me cos of his marching where they have to sing songs and yell and stuff. I hope he doesn't damage his voical cords... he sings well so it would be a pity if he damaged them. :( but he sounds so cute!! sounds like he's re-breaking his voice. LOL... managed to say hi to Pigu too cos he called theo on the phone so we mass conferenced for 2 minutes. Hubby says he's put on weight, back to 80kg... Pigu keeps suaning him saying that hubby grown fatter. Aww... i love my hubby squishy... but not OVERLY squishy!! squishy kinda is sexy duh... overly squishy is eww-some!! skinny skinny and muscle lumpy is weird-some (no like). I miss you hubby dear!! JYJY in there wor! can't wait to see you honey!! Muacks! lovelovelove the hubby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(ok geri stop puking ok... HUMPH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the marks i expected for psych and law... which means 17/25... oh wait... 1 more mark than i expected. cos there were these 9 marks that i totally didn't know how to answer. so good. means i got my MCQ parts all correct. harhar... fugging hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MOLECULAR BIOLOGY!! SERIOUSLY!! I WONDER WHAT FREAKING POSSESED ME TO DO THAT IN UNI, MUCH LESS AFTER I CONVINCED MYSELF NOT TO AFTER FREAKING POLY!! HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT!!! HUMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;China should be fucking eliminated from the face of the world and be possessed by a country more capable of running a country. and America should be demolished for more reasons than one and mainly that is the negative effect of Bush's retarded actions on the world's equilibrium of peace. that stupid son of a _____ should be chained by his wrists and ankles, stripped in public, stoned, whipped and have salt rubbed in his wounds for causing all that agony to the people in the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World - China - America/ Bush = FREAKING AWESOME WORLD PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5730182701459358929?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5730182701459358929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5730182701459358929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5730182701459358929' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-9001446582711313494</id><published>2008-09-20T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:27:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a genius! because... I cooked my own dinner and it tastes FANTASTIC!! like a restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth am i cooking for myself? Cos my dearest kor has moved out to the fields beyond Perth city all the way up to the high lands of Joondalup +120km. so now that he's gone i dont get to eat his cooking anymore... but luckily i can cook to save my life and at least to serve people my cooking. but here, i'm self fish! harharhar... and why am i eating so late? 2 reasons. 1: i didnt want to cook when aunty lily was around cos she would be asking so many questions. 2: lunch still sat in my stomach + a lemington. No, that IS NOT an animal. It's a sponge cake coated in chocolate, coated in coconut. sounds weird tastes fantastic. :D&lt;br /&gt;3 months here and i've lost 7kg. Hurray to me! harharhar... 7 more to go so i can pig out during christmas. ok.. gotta start studying for biochem. whoopie... i'm so totally 'excited' it's just oozing through the screen.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FUCKING AWESOME 1YEAR 7MONTHS BABY!! it's been the best time of my life! Love you baby! do take care and i forbid you to shrink like edward in army!! HUMPH!! Loving you forever!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-9001446582711313494?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/9001446582711313494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/9001446582711313494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#9001446582711313494' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2490886706393610221</id><published>2008-09-18T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:29:58.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arhm arhm arhm... i miss my baby! been thinking of him the whole day... esp after the test. so depressing lar the damn test. humph. being with hazel and mitch is sooo... stressful! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;HUBBY I MISS YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;studied till late yesterday and made sure everything stayed in my head, but NOOOOO... still got careless mistakes. WTFKNNCCB... darn... sigh&lt;br /&gt;need to work harder!!&lt;br /&gt;next up BIOCHEM test 3! i'm 'so' psyched....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2490886706393610221?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2490886706393610221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2490886706393610221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2490886706393610221' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6823188615345971794</id><published>2008-09-17T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:19:13.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think oranges are part of heaven. They are probably very tasty... until the citrus in it causes an immunity response in my lungs which sends me off the rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when i talked to Gio, i spent a good quality of time laughing at him. He said the silliest thing on earth!!! Geri, i will tell you about it when i see you. it's about 3-somes and DP aka.. double penetration; strip clubs; nude clubs. sounds gross? well yes.. it was an X-rated conversation about the stupid things in life i want to do at some point of time. One of them is to go to a strip club, a les club and a japaense nude club where i can eat sushi off pple. yesyesyes... as pervy as it sounds, think about it. 1 life, live it all, do all the dumb things in life that you'll never be able to do again. And those that believe in reincarnation, do more things during your new life although you'd probably have a 45% chance of repeating the same things you did in your previous life. BUT the great thing is, YOU DON'T BLOODY REMEMBER! no flash backs either, unlike drink spiking. And, unless you're a coward or bloody stupid; for a coward: you'll be stuck doing the same thing in life agian and again; for a stupid person: you'll be doing the same stupid things that you regretted the first time and doing it for the rest of ur life. I'm talking about things in general. People always suffer the same things in an lifetime they live in.. i.e. school, decisions, career, relationships, death, illness etc etc... but always enjoy the same things in different lifetimes i.e. love, realtionships, family, career, decisions, friends, talents, entertainment etc. So, the 3 mentioned earlier is to enrich my this life time. not to make it pleasureable or anymore demoralizing.&lt;br /&gt;Gio, a professional vainpot, loser in relationships, great cook, entusiast, Gordon Ramsay FAN and amongst other fantasmic things he does in life, told me that his 30+++++++++ yr old friend asked him, what is love, why do girls suddenly get angry with their partners when they go out, why do people break up, what's a heartbreak.. blahblahblah... the kind of things i asked maybe 5 years ago when i was totally clueless about every damn thing in the world (save for cyber sex and online games and the encyclopedia).&lt;br /&gt;What is love? I dunno... i feeling that is excited by andorphins produced by the hypotalamus? it's just a feeling of security, contentment, admiration amongst other beautiful feelings in the world. sum it up, a priceless feeling. when you experience it, you'll know. it's not lust or infactuation. It's a special feeling that lasts and keeps you happy even in the darkest hours of the day. Keeps you motivated. It's a great feeling of safety and trust.&lt;br /&gt;Now... GIRLS get angry suddenly with their partner when they are out for various reasons...&lt;br /&gt;i) not getting enough attention; ii) wants something from their partner; iii) wants to do something her way when her partner opposes; iv) saw someone she hates; v) is tired&lt;br /&gt;vi) PMS; vii) wants a hug or more; viii) wanna go home!!. the list can go on. just whether the guy bothers to notice the signals the girl is giving. the more he doesnt pay attention, the more angry she'll get.&lt;br /&gt;the rest, i shall not bother with. everything is a variable.&lt;br /&gt;but, you know your partner is the one when: distance doesnt matter, when everything you work for is for the benefit for both, when you can see yourself being with him for the rest of your life, when honeymoon isnt just the first few months but every single day, when every minute with him counts to the very seconds of being a Mrs, when he never fails to surprise you, when he suddenly asks you to call him saying that its very important and doesnt pick up the phone cos he's bathing which makes you worry like crazy until he picks up and says I Love You which makes you wanna hit him and cry, does small little things that makes your day just a bit more perfect, randomly comes by your house when you're sleeping and lies next to you without making a sound, and being absolutely fabulous every single day. and oranges don't seem to make up for how much you miss him and love him. and worry about him when he's in army. drives you crazy. haha...&lt;br /&gt;yar lar... i love my baby dear ok. 3 more days to another month of anniversary!! love you baby!! hope you're enjoying army!! 2 more months den can come back and see you. by that time you'd have POP-ed and can spend time with you. LOVE YOU TO BITS BABY HUBBY! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-6823188615345971794?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6823188615345971794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6823188615345971794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6823188615345971794' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-724558768475096073</id><published>2008-09-16T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:46:45.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nicky is:&lt;br /&gt;- bored&lt;br /&gt;- sad&lt;br /&gt;- misses hubby alot&lt;br /&gt;- stressed&lt;br /&gt;- tired&lt;br /&gt;- miss hubby very very much&lt;br /&gt;- feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;- very hungry&lt;br /&gt;- dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-724558768475096073?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/724558768475096073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/724558768475096073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#724558768475096073' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6711371604391405842</id><published>2008-09-15T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:39:11.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i woke up especially early to talk to hubby before he goes into army. Sigh... miss him like crazy already and now that he's in army it's gonna be even worse cos he won't be able to msg me. Oh wells... he's in BMTC 1 and apparently according to Caleb, he's in good hands??! I sure hope so though. Joy's dearest(pigu aka ernest) has gone in, the same camp as hubby, but different timing. so.. different bunk i guess? Nevermind at least they still have each other. :D hahaha... wonder how she's doing. Joy if you're reading this, give me a message!! hahaha... oh ya and when they POP, get them to take photos can? i wanna see how they look like. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Exam timetable is out. Thanks geri for doing all the printing for me. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the spring break, my heart has been feeling a little heavy.. i.e. depression is setting in. So means... weight loss and focus on work. dunno why i'm like that. LOL... i do the most depressing things when im depressed. so not uhhh.... i have a word to fit in, but it's not coming out cos it's a blank in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be happy and not stone all the time and give hazel this si ren lian all the time. but ahh.. can't. got too many things going through my head all at one go. it's driving me CRAZY!!! @.@&lt;br /&gt;must STUDYSTUDYSTUDY!&lt;br /&gt;oh psych and law results came out today but i didn't go to school. DAMN i should start going. i'm gonna start fining myself $1 for each lesson not attended. Seriously, i'll save a DAMN lot of money if i did that. not to mention if i fined myself $1 for each time i didn't brush my teeth. LOL... but i've cut that habit, by eating chocolate before i sleep thus forcing myself to go to the toilet and brush my teeth. or even drinking tons of water which makes me run to the toilet to pee thus making me face the sink to wash my hands which then forces me to brush my teeth. gosh... chain reaction. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I am being thus so DEPRESSED! and classical music doesn't help. I'm actually wondering where on earth my sarah brightman CD went to along with my high society presents romance CD. Where the fugging hell did they go?! i thought i packed them into my lugage! but for the past 3 months, i've been searching my luggages but i can't find them! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;I miss you honey! Take care in army k? I love you now and forever, till death never do us part. Loving you every minute every second. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-6711371604391405842?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6711371604391405842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6711371604391405842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6711371604391405842' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3884388981000060510</id><published>2008-08-30T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:57:45.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ____ to God, the Gordon Ramsay is the hottest chef on the face of the earth. And thank God for that. He is way better in terms of culinary skill than Jamie Oliver *pffts*. S.E.R.I.O.U.S-LY&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i passed the test. Thank God for that too. yawn... school i starting to hmmm... get busy i suppose but ya.. i'm still totally not motivated yet.&lt;br /&gt;COS IT'S THE FUCKING SPRING BREAK NOW!!! oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;but seriously... even though it's a nice one week of break, there is NOTHING to do.&lt;br /&gt;Perth is that dead.&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting in my room, being a totally vampire with the curtains closed and all, cos aunty lily's husband is outside doing his garden and he has this freaking perverted face, that honestly, you'll only see in strip clubs or in the red light district. And my door is closed, short of sound proofing it, cos aunty lily and her friend are making these WEIRD, super WEIRD noises in attempt to coo her grand-child, who by the unfortunate souls of all of us, look like AUNTY LILY. to say the least, her phenotype is SEVERELY dominant. cos her (aunty lily)'s daughter looks like a photocopy of her, and now, her grand-daughter looks like her mother. i.e. all freaking ugly clones.&lt;br /&gt;I dare say Gordon Ramsay is damn sexy.&lt;br /&gt;ok.. that was super random.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i felt like going grocery shopping at Woolies just next door. so i bought a range of stuff from canned soup to fresh veg and meat to yoghurt to frozen veg and berries to listerine to a comb. my hair is getting really long and it kinda tangles all the time.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, just when i thought that the weather was getting warmer, the past few days have been getting colder. it's reverting back to winter!! but this time with flowers! damn.. i hope none of us gets hay fever...&lt;br /&gt;oh silly me... i forgot to buy chocolate just now. damn... there that psycho bitch is, going on making those weird sounds to clone #3 (grand-child).&lt;br /&gt;Clone #1: aunty lily&lt;br /&gt;Clone #2: aunty lily's daughter&lt;br /&gt;Clone #3: aunty lily's grand-daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Geri says maybe they bud... i say any kind of asexual reproduction is fine.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't care... they just make my hair turn white and my face turn putrid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-3884388981000060510?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3884388981000060510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3884388981000060510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3884388981000060510' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-7211753616859542775</id><published>2008-08-26T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:50:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rabbitskunk.&lt;br /&gt;as and when you want to change the rules, you do.&lt;br /&gt;when you dont even play by them.&lt;br /&gt;if you cant play by them yourself, dont bloody bother making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how cld u say such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-7211753616859542775?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7211753616859542775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7211753616859542775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7211753616859542775' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-7651330228426475827</id><published>2008-08-26T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:48:58.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFGSTHUICTIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ohmyf***ingoshshutthehellupicanttakeitanymore!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results aren't out yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is worse than sitting for an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stress is killing me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention Bob during tox had to keep going on about pyruvate dehydrogenase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUT UP ALREADY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-7651330228426475827?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7651330228426475827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7651330228426475827'/><link 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And im happy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Good, one thing settled with aunty lily is that, she no longer will need to cook for me.&lt;br /&gt;and... this is a fact by the bewildered and confused mind of aunty lily:&lt;br /&gt;Fuu (my air plant), has to be taken in doors cos it will freeze to death if i leave it outdoors and it will burn to death cos of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;now... wait a minute.... plants ARE supposed to be kept outdoors. and Fuu is a darn dessert plant.&lt;br /&gt;so uhhhh.. HELLOOOOOOOOOOO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally dying from this stress that Max placed on us today. he told us that the results weren't uploaded yet and the results ranged from 5/25 to 24/25 with a mean score of 56%. DAMN YOU! im so freaking scared! i hope im not the one with the 5/25!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-7387056255593282859?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7387056255593282859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7387056255593282859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7387056255593282859' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5013628167917274112</id><published>2008-08-21T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:22:03.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.5yrs just went by yesterday! so happy!! it's been a wonderful 1.5yrs and i don't regret a single minute of it. well... together with hubby of course. but then there were time during the 1.5years, not in the relationship, that i have completely regretting the things i did, the people i've met and the decisions made. anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And thank you for all the times we had together. Lets hope the next 3-4years passes just as fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is made up of 2 kinds of people, in this sense. People with common sense, and people with no-sense what so ever. I am not talking about the handicapped i.e. blind, deaf, mute. I am talking about people like... no $1m dollars to award you, but yes. Dratted aunty lily. She is such a turn off, even my head screams&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when i'm trying to ignore her. then my brain attempts harikiri on itself, when i ignore it. sighs... she falls under a special category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ABSOLUTELY SENSELESS AND SENSORYLESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty lily is such a turn off to most of the world and probably a rabid dog (if there was one) because:&lt;br /&gt;#1: She's loud when she talks&lt;br /&gt;#2: Her chinese is at least 48% worse than mine, i.e. her pronunciation is TOTALLY off tangent.&lt;br /&gt;#3: She doesn't bother to knock when she enters the room.&lt;br /&gt;#4: She talks as if you were on the next continent even when she's in a small enclosed space e.g. car or room.&lt;br /&gt;#5: She eats making those annoying 'chapchapchap' sounds when chewing and slurps her food.&lt;br /&gt;#6: She has absolutely no standards regarding her food. Everything is HaoChi to her even though the food tastes like dog shit.&lt;br /&gt;#7: She makes random noises. It has degenerated from a zombie like sounds to a psychotic dog barking in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;#8: She calls Gio (pronunced as Joe), john, jo, geo... etcetc...&lt;br /&gt;#9: She freaking touches me like a damn pervet (she did that this morning and totally pissed me off for the rest of the day. So yes, Gio is also getting sttitude from me.)&lt;br /&gt;#10: She bangs things around the whole darn day and if someone is in close vacinity to her but doesn't pay her even 0.0001% of attention, she makes even louder noises and sounds start coming out of her mouth (whether it's singing or making strange exclaimation noises.)&lt;br /&gt;#11: She flirts with Gio when we're eating, which makes me loose my appitite completely. Because to me, no one in their damn right mind would attempt to flirt with Gio, unless they are desperate (?)&lt;br /&gt;#12: She hovers over him like a fly (which is so amusing until she opens her mouth, then it becomes just so irritating)&lt;br /&gt;#13: On Saturday mornings, I have no idea why, but she does the freaking laundry and makes her mantous and tries to stuff us with them by offering it to us throughout the day, even after a meal or just before bed. P.S. The laundry room is just next to my room and i can hear the darn water flowing through the walls, and when the washing machine starts, the walls vibrate. (It's not a wonder that she doesn't attempt to sit on it... )&lt;br /&gt;#14: Her husband is just as bad as she is. He bangs the darn garden starting at 8am in the freaking morning. I want to smash his damn head against the railings of the garden. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;#15: She states the most obvious thing that has just occurred e.g. when someone comes home, she goes you're home already ah... (like duh), where did you go? to school. (YA DUH IT'S A FUCKING WEEKDAY AND YOU HAVE MY TIMETABLE, GO LOOK AT THE FUCKING PAPER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i should just stop there, because my brain is starting to slam itself against the insides of my skull which is then making me want to puke out all the cereal i just had when i came home from Genetics tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;p.s. if she touches me again, i will scream. already i told her today, bu3 yao4 dong4 wo3. luckily i didn't attempt to dust my shoulder in front of her. but next time, i will. YUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5013628167917274112?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5013628167917274112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5013628167917274112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5013628167917274112' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5059191092440544174</id><published>2008-08-19T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:55:54.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;bored-ed&lt;/span&gt;. YAWNZ..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get Honors for my Forensics Degree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Who cares about molecular biology. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna apply for the attachment thingy at the end of next year with the police department and do forensic work. Hopefully can do profiling. I love doing that! Would be nice to try to do that, actually... Wonder if there are practical sessions for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bodies of Evidence&lt;/span&gt;. heehee... gosh.. I'm already looking forward to next semester already. Wee! And this sem has barely even started.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; FLOPPY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I crashed Geri and Mitch's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Forensic Toxicology&lt;/span&gt; lecture today. Fell asleep in the non-interesting part of it which was when they were talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cyanide&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently, the people in Africa can eat half the amount of lethal dosage of cyanide DAILY, without have any side effects or dying, cos they have up regulated a certain enzyme in their liver which is able to add a sulphur chain or was it molecule to the cyanide and make it into a less toxic compound.&lt;br /&gt;Also the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;castor bean&lt;/span&gt;... a bean... 1 seed can kill a child, 3-5 can kill an adult, if eaten raw. If cooked, it can be eaten, no problemo. It has a laxative effect that some people(adults) as it also has this purgative oil in it. Some even use the bean to kill their unwanted babies. Castor oil is made from this bean. \(o.O)!!/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ergotism&lt;/span&gt; is caused by contaminated rye bread (the flour is the one that is contaminated actually). Was initally known as Holy Fire then St. Anthony's Fire. Later it resulted in the infamous Salem Witch Trial. Ergotism last occurred a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess humans just retain things better in their heads when they aren't actually studying it. makes me confused sometimes... i forgot what i was gonna say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Lily eats really disgusting. She slurps and chews with that annoying sound... and if no one pays attention to her, the sound get louder and the slurps get more disgusting. I also think she has no sense of what good food tastes like and what shit food tastes like. To her everything is Hao Chi... slap her. today she made Gio cut the melon, when both of us knew its not even ripe. He told her it wasnt ripe yet but she said it was and asked him to cut. he ate a piece then said it was digusting, then i passed the plate to aunty lily then she said we hadn't eaten and told Gio to keep it in the fridge. After which she tried a piece and complained that it wasn't ripe.&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOO stupid woman, it wasn't as if we NEVER told you. Then she niaoniaoniao saying the stupid melon wasn't ripe. Then she said how about she make juice. Then asked what to put in. I told her to add her soon to expire milk in. She said ok and asked if we wanted it now. We totally dulan her and told her NO!! Gio made this really irritated face at her, so she walked off.&lt;br /&gt;D.U.M.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;I miss HUBBY!! *sobs* miss him so much. wish he was here. especially yesterday after the test. Last time in school after the test, I'd come out then give him a big hug to relieve all the pant up stress. Hubby's such a wonderful source of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss marfy, marpa and nufuu too. But i talk to them online, through skype (which totally kills the internet bill) and nufuu smses me to tell me funny things that keep making me laugh. My nufuu can be quite so silly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty.. tomorrow i'm gonna give morning lectures one last chance. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it rains again. I'm gonna swear off ALL morning lectures, except Biochemistry 2. ARRGH!&lt;br /&gt;Nitez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5059191092440544174?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5059191092440544174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5059191092440544174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5059191092440544174' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5643302333176001047</id><published>2008-08-18T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:13:42.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Biochemistry 2 MCQ test....&lt;br /&gt;MCQ test hello... 25 MCQ questions. sounds easy right?&lt;br /&gt;Only if you had a PHD in English Comprehension. As mitch says.. see until pah jiao. TOTALLY agreed!&lt;br /&gt;like wtf....&lt;br /&gt;they gave sets of questions that you had to answer it this way:&lt;br /&gt;A) The statement given is correct but the reason is incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;B) The statement given is incorrect but the reason is correct.&lt;br /&gt;C) The statement given is incorrect and the reason is incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;D) Both the statement and reason are correct.&lt;br /&gt;so basically they give you 5 statements and then you have to answer using the above and determine the sentence structure.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT la. read until brain dried up and eyes popped out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;COMPLETELY OMG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when they tested you on definitions, they twisted the words upside down, right side up, inside out, outside in... so confusing and down right &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MEAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humph! so evil and sadistic!&lt;br /&gt;most of us just hope we can pass... it is gonna be a really thin line between failing and passing. like falling into a ravine and well... yes... that's the end of your life story. Not appreciated Max Cake!! HUMPH! he's another lecturer who teaches the unit. nice guy.. under regular circumstances, very funny before the exams den says some dumb thing that stresses us out. zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I DECLARE THAT THIS WEEKEND I AM GOING OUT!!! I'M LIKE SO HERMIT-IZED! ALL OF US ARE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me... hee... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SPRING SALES ARE ON&lt;/span&gt;! winter's ending soon! hohohohoho... i shouldn't spend any more money.&lt;br /&gt;I love my satin ___. it's the best shit on earth. seriously the best top ever created. it doesn't hurt its just like wearing a swimsuit or a fitting shirt that doesnt show all the weird creases and bulges in the body, regardless of ur size. damn nice. EVERYONE should own one. seriously. though a bit difficult for those who are teeny tiny... like smaller than geri... or huge in the middle like a certain someone i know who stays somewhere in Murdoch Uni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;more ___ than shoes or bags are the way to go this season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;harhar.. fancy that being an advert.&lt;br /&gt;biochemistry MCQ tests are evil!! ROARS!!! i cant wait to see the results tho. my pants are getting itchy just waiting...&lt;br /&gt;wait! More confidences means less accuracy. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;IM SO &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;!! T__________T MY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PSYCH &amp;amp; LAW CLASS GOT CANCELLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; COS GUY (lecturer, not aunty P's son) WAS SICK! and PATRICK WENT BACK TO SINGAPORE! (means one less person to hang out with on weekends!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5643302333176001047?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5643302333176001047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5643302333176001047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5643302333176001047' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-740338019600354216</id><published>2008-08-17T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:21:24.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy shitty!&lt;br /&gt;This morning.. aunty lily went to church and came back with a clone. ok la... she brought back this girl then she showed her around the house. Gio and I totally OMG-ed. Later on she asked the girl if she was gonna move in. Apparently it wasn't her that was moving in, but her SISTER and a friend. and they wanna share a room together. harharhar... the rooms are too small to share. dumb.&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is that taiwanese girl is totally the SAME kind as Aunty Lily. and the girl said something about karaoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;Living hell i tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gio cooked udon for dinner. yummyyummy!! i love udon! especially if it's plain. and Cold Cha Soba.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating yong tau fu from singapore and chili fishballs! wee!! i also wanna eat chai tau kueh!! weee with chili!! heehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-740338019600354216?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/740338019600354216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/740338019600354216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#740338019600354216' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6001652795896221655</id><published>2008-08-17T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:52:44.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; YOU VOLLERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAME CLOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;possibly the best shop in the WHOLE of Wellington!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY NEW BLACK &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;CORSET&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-6001652795896221655?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6001652795896221655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6001652795896221655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#6001652795896221655' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-486246457165616034</id><published>2008-08-16T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:28:59.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are 2 amazing things:&lt;br /&gt;#1: Did you know, if you see twin rainbows, one of the rainbows are inverted in the coloring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Did you know, Aunty Lily is probably hard of hearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.. esp the #1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-486246457165616034?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/486246457165616034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/486246457165616034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#486246457165616034' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2202226688911729368</id><published>2008-08-15T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:37:51.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing about changing schools isn't about the cultural shock.&lt;br /&gt;It's really all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse was still the Griffith lab, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had my first lab lesson. very basic things like spectrometry, plating and aseptic techniques. Everything went well, until after mitch and i plated some cultures and then we wondered where the parafilm was. Our demonstrator told us that she thinks there wasnt any and to use scotch tape instead.&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;p&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;??!!!&lt;br /&gt;did they know that at 37 degrees parafilm already starts to melt? what more... scotch tape?! good grief. but we used it anyway. haha... lab was fun, but our group was like almost the last group to leave. oh wells. lab report is given 2 weeks to complete. oh ya.. we did electrophoresis as well. then they said we would not be using EtBr but would be using some other chemical which supposedly works just as well as EtBr but is not carcenogenic. dunno la... but in the end we didn't need to make our own gel cos another group got itchy handed and made a gel for us. harharhar...&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i love lab classes. hate lectures. yawns... cant stand aunty lily and the way she looks and smells and talks. urksome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2202226688911729368?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2202226688911729368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2202226688911729368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2202226688911729368' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-8453789415413389769</id><published>2008-08-11T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:44:28.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd week of school!&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy... i have discovered the joys of university lectures, thanks to Bob Mead. As mentioned before, he is probably the bestest lecturer in the WORLD!!! he really sounds like a Disney commentator. haha... Thanks to him, i also enjoy Biochemistry 2.&lt;br /&gt;Ravi isn't quite so bad either. He's my Genetics teacher (i think i mentioned before as well). He's really funny, different from Bob. Bob is engaging rather than entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm not sure what the Psych and Law teacher's name is. But he is hilarious! He is like a joke itself. In my Psych and Law class, there are deaf people. I'm not being rude ok. But there ARE deaf people, simply because there are 2/3 ladies who take turns to come to the front of the class and stand next to the podium and translates everything that the lecturer says into sign language and lip reading. Very fascinating. I kind of stared a while cos it was just so interesting. Today we learnt Eye-witness Testimony Part 1. It is actually one of the most important parts or the most important part in providing a testimonial. Learnt that children are more reliable than adults because of various factors which lie in the sensing, interpretation, memorising and the recalling of things. Amongst other things. Males are better at recalling violent incidents while females are better at recalling faces of the offender. And my favourite part of today's lecture was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Increased Confidence --&gt; Decrease in Accuracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true for many things, really. Like witnessing incidents, exams, story telling, narrating etc.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm starting to like school. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the insects at home though. Neither do i like the aunties that i see everyday. I like aunty betty though. Aunty Pat isn't back yet, so i dunno her in a long run. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Lily mae more baos today. She brought back Laksa for me today from her son's jap place, i think. tasted... urrgly-ok... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. my cousin in Canada gave birth just a few days ago... and guess what she named her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be damned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-8453789415413389769?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8453789415413389769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8453789415413389769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8453789415413389769' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2954073895480925011</id><published>2008-08-09T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:26:33.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK THAT BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;NOW WONDER HER HUSBAND LEFT HER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2954073895480925011?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2954073895480925011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2954073895480925011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2954073895480925011' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-8808113273431631098</id><published>2008-08-05T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:38:27.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the 1st day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Met Mitch for Genetics in the morning and i was late. &gt;&lt; sorry! sat in class and listened to Ravi (he's the lecturer) talk about theories of the past and then to DNA bases and differences in RNA and DNA. I couldn't take it any more, so i wrote to mitch 'Are you serious this is Uni?'. She nodded. It was like revision for me. At the end of the class, there were a few MCQ questions that Ravi asked us to do and said that for our test, the questions would be similar to those given today. I was like wth... let me give you an example of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Qn: Which of the following is present in both DNA and RNA.&lt;br /&gt;a) Ribose&lt;br /&gt;b) Deoxy-ribose&lt;br /&gt;c) Uracil&lt;br /&gt;d) Thymine&lt;br /&gt;e) Phosphate.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... so 'tough' har... totally ridiculous. Maybe then again this the first lecture. We shall see about subsequent lectures. For Genetics, we have 3 lectures per week and we have lab as well.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the Food Court to wait for geri, cos she helped me print out my psych and law notes. When i finally went for Psych and Law, the whole class was filled from wall to wall, front to back. so... me being me, just walked off. Read the notes, quite interesting. haha...&lt;br /&gt;After geri and caleb went for class, mitch had 1 hour to kill. so she went back to stare at her printer's USB pot. I went home to my warm bed and had a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Then i ventured to Frementle and got lost. hahaha.. stupid me. so tired after that. Came back home, tired and hungry and had instant noodles. Lao.ahma sent me to class after that. We had Biochemistry 2. Bob is still the nicest guy on earth. But i was having a headache so when the class was ending, i fell asleep on certain occassions cos my brain was just pounding against my skull. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Came back home and had a lovely dinner!! Nufuu called and i heard Jackjack over the phone!! I miss that little bugger. and oh yar, he is half ragdoll cat. he's gotten fat and fluffy. i wish marfy would send me pictures of him. miss him!!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY HUBBY TOO!!! HAHAHA.... T_______T Biochem 2 sounds interesting and fun. Anyway, tomorrow i've got no school!! yay!! will be heading to Garden City to walkwalk... yawns... very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ELETRIC BLANKETS!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-8808113273431631098?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8808113273431631098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8808113273431631098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8808113273431631098' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-7967625515567847515</id><published>2008-07-31T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:10:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Drunk people are hard to reason with-&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school to meet my associate professor who helped me plan my units and arranged my timetable. He is possibly the nicest person on earth! He's so funny and he talks like a Disney land commentary. :D&lt;br /&gt;This morning when i got ready to leave the house, lao. ahma's husband came back to the house to collect some letters and do more gardening. then i left the house and it started to drizzle as i walked past the library. Luckily i reached the bus shelter just in time before the rain started pelting down. Oh darn... i had just missed the bus by 1 minute. so i had to wait for the next bus. In the mean time, lane 1 of the road was starting to get flooded and vehicles that went by made big splashes out of the growing puddles. At the bus shelter, with me was the Aussie lady who held her umbrella by her feet to prevent the splashes of water from hitting her feet. Well now, the puddles soon became a 'lake' of some sort. Soon the entire lane 1 was flooded with water and here came along huge Oversized LORRIES! good grief! so the lady got me to join her on the bench. We stood there and yelped everytime a huge splash came. It was hilarious! Anyway the buses came... running late on schedual...&lt;br /&gt;Got to school late and met my assoicate professor, Bob Mead late. Darn. I changed my double degree. OKOK.. don't freak out lar. wahliao. after some consideration of a few factors.. mainly:&lt;br /&gt;1: slacking&lt;br /&gt;2: graduating earlier&lt;br /&gt;3: lesser units&lt;br /&gt;4: making use of the advance standing&lt;br /&gt;5: the way my brain functions,&lt;br /&gt;i changed criminology to molecular biology. so now, in 4 semesters time, i would graduate with B. Forensics (Forensics Biology and Toxicology with a Criminology minor) and BSc in Molecular Biology. :D i feel so at home now.&lt;br /&gt;After that Aunty Pris brought geri and i to Kardi for a vegetarian buffet. Quite good i must say. and there were quite alot of people there too! rather impressed. After that Aunty Pris dropped us off at Garden City where geri and i got a Cannon MP210 printer and a spare black ink. The we went to City Beach and i bought 2 pairs of shoes and Havaiana slippers for Janie's birthday. Bumped into Hazel there, who told us that mitch was there too, with her dad. LOLS... what a small small world.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Aunty Pris's house where she cooked us dinner and later dropped us off at Westfield Carousel. So boring there... even though Aunty Pris says that it's bigger than G.C. i dont think so lor. so much less to walk. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;After that we took the bus back to Aunty Pris's house and Aunty Lily came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;Im supposed to be redoing my quiz, but i cant seem to access it. Maybe Anne got the wrong Nick. DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-7967625515567847515?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7967625515567847515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7967625515567847515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7967625515567847515' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-4857355311000775161</id><published>2008-07-28T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:54:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geeze...&lt;br /&gt;the exam was... killer in some ways on another.&lt;br /&gt;to think that no matter how hard you study you still cant really grasp the question, much less answer it. maybe then again you cant really expect mush out of a teacher who gets drunk with whiskey before setting the exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;Zoe held a party at her flat after the exam... but i was so... totally not in the mood. particularly cos somebody was there. just made me wanna puke. esp when she kept asking me if i was ok den touching me and all. shit the bloody fucker. luckily later another lesbo came along and they clicked. like LEAVE ME ALONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;at least Anas tried to make the day fun although Zoe was damn high and dead drunk. so uncool and uncouth. gross.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to church with Zoe the next day, but guess what she was suffering from a bloody hang over. but nevermind... mitch and her dad came to pick me up although they tried calling and texting me. i think there wasnt good reception so i didn't get anything. sorry about that! went to church with them then after church went to mitch's room to deposit her printer and her quilt cover then went back to church to pick up her aunt, aunty betty. after that we went to Freo to have fish and chips. so full... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;after Freo we went to Harbour Town!! damn so many nice things to buy. ah haha.. decided not to buy anything though. T-T i missed my hubby whenever i saw guys and girls holding hands and stuff. *wails* then after H.T. we went to aunty betty's house for waffles. yummy! she made them. keke... then for dinner we went back to where mitch and her dad were staying, which is at one of our parent's friend's house. they are pastors... so we had a pot luck dinner! YUMMY!! and there was cake and tao hui after that.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh.. it's raining now. it's been raining the whole day. and i found a hole in my green hoodie!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;brought geri and her mom to murdoch to set up their bank account and deposit money and later mitch met us at Bank West cos i was supposed to take them to make their student ID and their transperth card. but mitch couldnt do her's cos she had problem with her enrolment and ended up being enroled as a part-time student. so she needed to get that changed after she went to see John at the international office.&lt;br /&gt;oooh... and this part just rocks my socks i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;when we got to the international office, the first thing that John said to us was&lt;br /&gt;HOW COME YOU GUYS AREN'T AT ORIENTATION?!!!&lt;br /&gt;uhh... wad orientation? we weren't even informed about orientation being on monday.&lt;br /&gt;then he said&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD YOU NOT HAVE KNOWN? THERE HAVE BEEN NOTICES AROUND INFORMING STUDENT ABOUT ORIENTATION.&lt;br /&gt;that i can assure is a damn fucking L.I.E.&lt;br /&gt;cos i've been here for 2 weeks, monday to sunday and i have not seen a SINGLE POSTER OR NOTICE REGARDING ORIENTATION! and if i had, none of my course mates during the winter term would have been asking if there had been orientation or not.&lt;br /&gt;SO DONT FREAKING LIE!&lt;br /&gt;plus all the new 'Welcome New Students' banners etc weren't even up on sunday. so lalala.. don't bullshit us.&lt;br /&gt;so he shoved us off into the direction of the student helpers who sent us to the engineering lecture hall for some talk which i fell asleep in and which we subsequently left. totally pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mitch went off after that with her dad cos i was gonna bring geri and her mom to H.T. we made it! without getting lost! we took the yellow 'meow' bus! so fun. haha... bought the jacket that i was eyeing yesterday. yay! just dumped it into the wash.&lt;br /&gt;and my guardian who we shall all know as the LAO.AHMA tried to feed me again. luckily at the right time cos i was hungry. been sitting at home contempting to sleep early cos orientation starts PROPERLY tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;so.. toodles!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-4857355311000775161?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4857355311000775161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4857355311000775161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4857355311000775161' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-122915746583550050</id><published>2008-07-25T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:26:36.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, i know i have not been updating at all.&lt;br /&gt;Been in Perth for nearly 2 weeks already... well actually today would be the 2nd week. The weather is either nice to you or just really sinister.&lt;br /&gt;I have been crashing over at the Student Village (SV) for the longest time ever because totally 'adore' my taiwan mama guardian that is positively trying to drive me up the wall with her constant nagging and her questioning if i want to eat for about 1000x in one day. it's ridiculous. mummy says that she's probably lonely. well sorry, but i like to be left alone and not constantly being spied upon or nagged at or being asked to eat. it's like military camp OK?!&lt;br /&gt;LEG150- Australian Legal System is so not my cup to tea! it's a freaking intensive crash course that i'm doing cos i dont wanna stay in Perth for 6 months extra and i want to get everything over and done with!!!!!!! yeah so i'm here for 2 weeks even before semester starts proper cos of this intensive crash course. and my brain is suffering from information overload. harharhar...&lt;br /&gt;made a few new friends here. the 4 girls i hang out with are jamie, april, zoe and dannia. actually dannia was the first person i met at class then later spread out to jamie and april then zoe who dannia found later on, on her way back to SV one night. so far so good. although half the time im supposed to be at SV helping zoe out with her LEG150 cos she'd rather work than go for class and well... i crash over at SV, in the end nothing gets done cos she's always on her comp, except for one night when she finally was off the comp- her friends came over. sometimes we really wanna strangle zoe.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling that dannia is quite irritated with zoe because of that. exam is tomorrow!! i dont even know how the format is although we hear that it is assay questions. *shrugs* today we would know. and apparently, our lecturer, Augstos Zimmerman, drinks whisky before he writes his paper or sets the exam question................................ so we're in for a bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i don't really think i'm very much of an Arts person. My brain has been taught to rationalize things out into tiny compartments with tiny little folders inside. everything seems so square in my head. i tell you, if you cut my head open, my brain would probably be square. geeze... I'M SUFFERING IN THE ARTS! DAMN!!!&lt;br /&gt;And thank God for Mitch, she came today and brought me my frog with her dad cos they were going to the driving center. so happy i've got my frog! thanks girl and thanks marfy for the frog and the medicine... oooh.. and the lolipop from nufuu! hahaha...it kinda blended in with the frog paw. @.@&lt;br /&gt;I love my comp &lt;3&lt;3 muackmuackmuack!!&lt;br /&gt;-yawns- good grief, i just woke up. after this i really need to buckle down. it's already... FREAK! 3.24pm!&lt;br /&gt;okok... class in like 2 hours time! must cram already.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my marfy, marpa and nufuu and aunty mary and JACKJACK!!! *brawls*&lt;br /&gt;I miss hubby too!!! T_T miss you all lots and lots!!! T)____(T &lt;--cry until got eye bags.. keke...&lt;br /&gt;for now.. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;will try to update more often *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-122915746583550050?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/122915746583550050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/122915746583550050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#122915746583550050' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-4372345836834533718</id><published>2008-07-08T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:28:47.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, for the first time in like a super long while, i am actually typing something.&lt;br /&gt;leaving on thursday but until now i have yet to pack a single thing. having second thoughts of going. like now i dont really feel like going anymore. it's like i'll miss out on things here in singapore. oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;i hope something good happens there. i really hope so and that it wont fall through. i really hope for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-4372345836834533718?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4372345836834533718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4372345836834533718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4372345836834533718' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-7822589234879197371</id><published>2008-05-08T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:11:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! today is my 2nd day of OFF for this week. first time i've been given such a privilege...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... drats.. forgot what i was going to say... oh ya! drats! now the finance department has taken CPF from me! so this week's pay was only fucking $81 as supposed to the $180+++ that i was supposed to get! &gt;:( damn you CPF!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... as i was going to say... I'm very annoyed by the recent articles regarding Bus cheaters and now the installation of the $20 fine imposed on commuters who do not pay the trips or cheat the nus system cos of faulty cards or whatever. BUT has anyone said a thing about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRIVERS&lt;/span&gt; who cheat their customers of their money? and where does all this money go to? the bus driver's pocket la-duh...&lt;br /&gt;Bus drivers cheating their customers are uncommon, but commuters cheating the bus driver's of their fare is common. SO? Why can't fines or laws be imposed on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUS DRIVERS&lt;/span&gt; who cheat their commuters of money? Let me list 2 incidents that I know of, both which occurred to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Please bare in mind that my sister is from an International school and holds a secondary school bus pass and is therefore entitled to the privilege of paying secondary concession. However she lost her wallet and everything inside is gone- duh... but on both occasions, she was wearing her school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;#1: One night my sister and i went to town and took a train to Newton to catch the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;171 &lt;/span&gt;bus back. When the 171 bus came, i tapped my card and my sister who checked the bus board paid $0.90 even though the bus ride was only 50 cents. BUT, the bus driver &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REFUSED&lt;/span&gt; to start the bus unless she paid $1.10 cos he didnt believe that she was a secondary school student even though she was wearing her school uniform. She paid up the $1.10 which was $0.60 more then what she was supposed to pay. But even so, the bus driver refused to start the bus. This time demanded she paid more! She got so furious she ended up paying him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$3.20 &lt;/span&gt;before he started off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;#2: My sis takes the bus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48 &lt;/span&gt;back home from school. After waiting for 1hour under the hot sun with not much help from the shelter, the bus 48 came. She paid the due fare, this time the amount of a standard adult fare, but yet again, the bus driver refused to start the bus! After one too many times of experiencing these nonsensical bus drivers, she just emptied out her wallet into the cash bin and walked off. the total amount came up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$10+++&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are these bus companies to take action against commuters when their own bus drivers are doing the same thing to their own customers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;utter N.O.N.S.E.N.S.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Told my sis, the next time this happens to you, take the receipt, the bus number, license plate number and if there is, also the bus driver's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Aunty Mary...&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/6572338-7822589234879197371?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7822589234879197371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7822589234879197371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7822589234879197371' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-558390544638718187</id><published>2008-04-28T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:59:55.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My head has been spinning since... 7.10pm. is it due to lack of sleep or the course of things running through my head?&lt;br /&gt;Got the confirmation letter from Murdoch today. Yippie-ya-yeh... They are pretty efficient. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Dr Baharat still hasn't replied geri or myself and we're getting a little worried and annoyed. stupid stupid stupid thing. Teachers are so unreliable these days.&lt;br /&gt;Due to wake up in about... 6 hours. don't feel like going to work esp with the on going period that just started his morning. luckily i fed jack a lot of food. strange kitty. now he makes less noise but makes these 'eh! eh! eh!' sounds or 'meep!' even stranger.. he sometimes barks like a dog going 'ah! ah!'. S.T.R.A.N.G.E... when it storms and he gets scared he goes 'ahhhh!!! ahhhh!!! AHHHHH!!!' then when i let him out it hides behind my back or in between my legs if im standing up. i have a catdog... @.@&lt;br /&gt;yawn... our supervisor don is not going to be working this week. wonder if he's really quitting as he said last saturday. if he is then.... work is going to be= boring. T____________T don't leave us!! we need you!! esp the kitchen. &gt;.&lt; *hedoeshaveanicefirmass* but no one beats hubby's ass. long story why my jie and i have been groping/smacking/pinching asses at work the past week. LOL... *slurp*&lt;br /&gt;stomach ache... i want to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;stupid beliefs that people have, i've learnt not to pin hopes on things and wish for the best or even go by the saying that 'good begets good' N.O.N.S.E.N.S.E! complete bullSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;i want to fucking sleep!!! zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;is it me or has the weather been very hot? maybe it's have mood swings every 6 seconds! disastrous!!! rain, hot, rain, hot, rain, hot rainhot... want to cook my rabbit is it... zzz... stupid weather!!! damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-558390544638718187?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/558390544638718187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/558390544638718187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#558390544638718187' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3830815015913505855</id><published>2008-04-27T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:08:43.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawns...&lt;br /&gt;I know i have been missing, but who cares?! LOL... so glad to have FINALLY graduated.&lt;br /&gt;ok so lots of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;First i got a cat, his name is jack. so far only geri and abrey have met him (excluding jie and hubby). He's cute but meow's weird and makes a mess out of things. i love that baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, how time flies! My rabbit is sooooooooo fucking big! he's like HUGE! but so warm and cuddly!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my dear lappy konked out, so no chance for me to use the comp very often, thus explaining the lack of updates and the super long replies to emails.&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I'm working 6/7 days a week although im part time cos i'm looooved. LOL *faints*&lt;br /&gt;Fifth(ly), went to FHA2008 with hubby the other day, courtesy of our boss. Means... Free $80! cos each ticket cost $80. phew &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Six(ly), I've been accepted into Murdoch for the double degree in Forensic Biology and Toxicology!! YAY!! I'm so fucking happy i nearly cried! =.=''' And school starts in August! means i can flirt more and earn more money and work longer! I looooove my work! &lt;3&lt;3 ;)&lt;br /&gt;sexysexy...&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! did i mention?! I changed my phone to LG KU990 Viewty! it's luv! works like a charm! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Qn: WHO IS GOING FOR GRAD?!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-3830815015913505855?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3830815015913505855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3830815015913505855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3830815015913505855' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-4408242278470992038</id><published>2008-03-21T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:19:18.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh.. there was this amazing ring at Harry Winston located at Rodeo Drive, L.A. California. It costs US$7million for a diamond ring 40.42 carats. Amazingly beautiful. I held it and loved it. i think i'll only ever see it once in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-4408242278470992038?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4408242278470992038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4408242278470992038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4408242278470992038' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-631747556948510741</id><published>2008-03-18T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:49:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a public appeal to those who actually read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;For those who have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unwanted T-shirts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (i.e. never worn, hardly worn and will never wear again, with lots of holes, outgrown etc) that just sit at the back of the cupboard and gather mould and take up space, and want to get rid of them by not throwing them away, KINDLY donate them to me. I have much use for them.&lt;br /&gt;For those who are able to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;donate&lt;/span&gt; your old tees to me, kindly tag my tagboard to inform me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unwanted T-shirts, Wanted.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All colors, deformaties, holes and sizes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag me if you have :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you!&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/6572338-631747556948510741?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/631747556948510741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/631747556948510741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#631747556948510741' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-9033049301679772451</id><published>2008-03-17T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:18:21.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to Camarillo Premium Outlets which sell possibly all the various kinds of branded goods at disgustingly cheap price plus on discount too. Not to mention, All 101% original.&lt;br /&gt;ok think about this, Coach in Singapore is easily a few hundred dollars to a thousand dollars right? Coach here was like less than $200, even for the latest designs cos not only is it on sale, but the price at this mall sells it at almost nearly manufacture price. My baby, which my uncle bought me was originally US$385, the retail it at US$358. But, cos it's easter coming up, the bag was brought down to US$265 excluding an additional 40% off. NEVER in my life have i ever seen branded goods sold so cheaply. Another example, Levi's back home is like S$100+++ per jeans. Here, i bought it at $24.90 but in the regular malls they sell it at US$40-$50. And GAP, back home its like S$60-$100+++, you can buy a pair of GAP jeans for US$27.90 here excluding discounts. And apparently there are always on going discounts. :D&lt;br /&gt;Bought edward daddy CK undies cos i know he loves them plus it's soooo much cheaper to buy it here than back home. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THEY COST HERE?! Seriously, like a fraction of what you pay for them back home. Say.... 1/4 the price back home?! for example, one of the undies cos US$15 plus there was an easter discount of 25% off. which is in my opinion, EXTREMELY crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to put up the photos when i get back home. We bought so much things that we've filled up like 4/6 luggages. We got shoes, clothes, jeans, bags.. it's seriously crazy. When i got into those shops i was screaming 'HOLY CRAP! IT'S UNBELIEVEABLY CHEAP HERE!!!' and everyone was staring. talk about freight charges and tax that just jacks up the darn price back home.&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to watch Sweeny Todd in Ahmanson Theater. By my standards, it was the most creative and entertaining musical i have ever watched. Primaryily cos there was no ochestra there. The cast was the orchestra. Each character played at least one instrument of their own. For instance, Mrs Lovett played the Tuba, Orchestra Bells and the Percussion. Sweeny Todd played the Trumpet, Orchestra Bells and the Percussion. Not only do they have to play these instruments, they had to sing as well. Not just regular singing like the movie version of Sweeny Todd, but more like Opera cos it's a musical. The stage setup and back drop wasn't all that fancy. They just played around with white lab coats stained with red dye, a black wodden coffin that served as a table, coffin, counter, basin etc and other things. Very simple yet extremely effective and creative way of manipulting and improvising what they had into what they would have to depict what was going on. Really 9.5/10 jelly beans!&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Operas/ Musicals, my all time favourite, as i've mentioned before is the Phantom of the Opera. My least favourite one although i would say is extremely good would be Evita which i watched in Germany. Cos the characters smoked on stage. Literally lit a stick and smoked. About almost every character smoked half a packet in that 1hr 30 minute duration of the opera.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from my uncle's friend's place who so nicely cooked us corned beef and served us a California-ized St. Pat Irish dinner of boiled cabbage, boiled carrots, little bread rool thingys (which were very palatable), boiled potatos and corned beef made of real beef, not the junk you get in the cans back home.&lt;br /&gt;Rather eventful day today i must say. Rather happy with my trip here.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm getting nightmares about the upcoming results and also what to do for uni. I've kinda broaden my scope of what i wanna do which is&lt;br /&gt;1: forensics&lt;br /&gt;2: TCM and western herbal medicine&lt;br /&gt;3: gemology&lt;br /&gt;4: dealing with antiques. (which i dunno wad it's called)&lt;br /&gt;which basically means, i'd either work in the lab or in the museum. both i like, both i dont mind doing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's like 11.20pm here. shall go sleep now. nitenite!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss you honey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-9033049301679772451?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/9033049301679772451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/9033049301679772451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#9033049301679772451' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-8280708983088969887</id><published>2008-03-14T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:17:45.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I are hailing from L.A. the land of movie stars. nicky goes: 'so??'&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i just arrived from Alberta, Canada today after a 4 day stay there with my uncle. Finally got to meet my nephew that my cousin adopted as her kid and now she's pregnant with her own. My little boy is called Kian and he is so absolutely adorable, not to mention, also the dog called Tundra who uh.. had a shave so she isn't quite so poofy. but so sayang. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;went to West Edmonton Mall and did some shopping, then went Ice fishing. so fun -lar... we were brought there by my aunt's church friends who took us to Wizzard Lake to ice fish! we caught about 12-13 fishies and due to the size restriction of 25inches, we threw back most but kept 6 fishes. 5 pike and 1 catfish. then yesterday we went to Costco which is like this supermart that sells things in bulk. fantastic! haha... mummy cooked the fish for us for brunch today cos our flight was at 1.27pm to San francisco. i declare.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE CATFISH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway. tomorrow it's DISNEYLAND!!! so excited! ^^ not really cos nobody will sit the scary rides with me so i think i'll end up siting them myself and shopping... T__T pffft.. oh wells....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think so time this week we'll be going to solvanc then the outlet mall with something like 109 branded shops there. yay! and we're already running out of luggage space! T__T cos mummy bought alot of drid fruit and stuff from Costco.&lt;br /&gt;I loooove Canada cos it's always cold( like negatives and the highest is like 22-25 degrees) and like Christmas! also there is little Kian and tundee! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;tired.. shall go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD I SOOOOOOOOOOOO DO NOT FREAKING BELIEVE THAT BOREDOM HAS MADE YOU GET A FACEBOOK ACCOUNT!! WADEHELL?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-8280708983088969887?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8280708983088969887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8280708983088969887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8280708983088969887' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6694678780307931848</id><published>2008-02-20T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:25:32.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday studied DD till i had a headache and couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This morning went to school, studied and had a headache. Did the exams with a headache. After the exams, still had a headache. Until now. Studying gives me a headache.. the kind where you want to faint and feel as if you're having a fever. @.@&lt;br /&gt;Next paper is MBID. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the new Veoh interface. It's so un-user friendly. Crunchyroll is very outdated... leh.&lt;br /&gt;Will be away from the 8th of March till the 19th of March. Will be going to Canada and L.A. don't bother missing me.&lt;br /&gt;Geri, are we still on after the exams? o.O&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck for the rest of the exams. Don't really feel like blogging. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Happy 1st year anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dear.&lt;br /&gt;nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-6694678780307931848?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6694678780307931848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6694678780307931848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6694678780307931848' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-9134093598359408262</id><published>2008-02-09T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T02:48:29.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Xiao Zhu did a binky today!&lt;br /&gt;I fed him a slice of carrot and he was happy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm even happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Leez: have a safe trip dear. enjoy yourself and come back safely!! i'll miss you! T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-9134093598359408262?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/9134093598359408262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/9134093598359408262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#9134093598359408262' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5704519117108200976</id><published>2008-01-25T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T03:17:02.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg..&lt;br /&gt;i cried and cried and cried while reading this manga series called Akuma de Sourou!!&lt;br /&gt;so touching!!! T________________________________T cried until my keyboard was wet. somebody save me!!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;sigh... guys should be more sensitive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5704519117108200976?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5704519117108200976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5704519117108200976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5704519117108200976' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-636895403370995548</id><published>2008-01-24T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:12:25.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week went well.. presentation wise i mean. *yay*&lt;br /&gt;other than that...&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;get this sem over and done.&lt;br /&gt;then forget everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i think that the people you love hurt you the most; but the people you can't love are always there by your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-636895403370995548?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/636895403370995548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/636895403370995548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#636895403370995548' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-1059788990342094086</id><published>2008-01-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:14:44.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY biosensors presentation is OVER. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;wasn't too bad i must say. but how much can you cover based on something that comes from a hoch-potch of reviews. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is DD presentation. JY everyone.&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-1059788990342094086?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1059788990342094086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1059788990342094086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1059788990342094086' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2373388222258438579</id><published>2008-01-21T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:48:13.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i give up on myself and on others.&lt;br /&gt;here is the something that i find terribly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;projects are done in groups. people are assigned work. people get the job done. people still have other projects to do and not only yours (referring to the grp leader). people are damn busy with school assignments and other projects. and it's not as if we don't do your assignment. when people need your part of the project, you take your own sweet time to do. but when you need other people's work, it's becomes an order that it has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;the thing with project leaders is that they are just fucking irresponsible to others but themselves. thus they become super demanding when THEIR project is due but totally slack off when other people head the project.&lt;br /&gt;and fyi: some loose sleep over projects and get super damn irritated when people start pushing and shoving and demanding for things.&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD i'm not heading ANY projects this sem.&lt;br /&gt;i really seriously cannot give a fucking damn for myself or for any of my team members. so to hell with you. i do my work, take it or leave it, then shut the fuck up. because i'm already super irritated and annoyed with some of you already. want to act big during a particular 'presentation' for a particular module by snatching other people's questions then fine! i cant be bothered. i tell you, if for some reason, we get hauled to the director's office for the contents in our presentation, i will personally wring your neck and hang you from the top of the SCL block.&lt;br /&gt; i have absolutely ZERO tolerance for this entire sem. i don't care about you and neither do i give a fuck if you want to continue to stay in this field for your degree and masters. maybe arts would be a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;on another note... i've totally give up on myself trying to be nice, trying to tolerate, giving chance even though i know the consequences, trusting then just falling. seems like my life is all just a lie. even my parents regard my sister as their only child. i can tell. what's the point of talking when no one listens. just let the world go by. leave me alone. i need no one and no one needs me. the world still revolves. it's a beautiful place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2373388222258438579?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2373388222258438579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2373388222258438579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2373388222258438579' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2141531959223726821</id><published>2008-01-20T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:03:19.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SETI@home screws up your comp.&lt;br /&gt;stupid screen saver project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2141531959223726821?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2141531959223726821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2141531959223726821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2141531959223726821' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-7577979263071377210</id><published>2008-01-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:52.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/R44WBQNc4iI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Usc_ZO1Hqr8/s1600-h/Hiatus+Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/R44WBQNc4iI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Usc_ZO1Hqr8/s320/Hiatus+Sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156082834172863010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high time of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;STRESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very stress! don't disturb me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-7577979263071377210?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7577979263071377210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7577979263071377210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7577979263071377210' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ETf-AOCEmFI/R44WBQNc4iI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Usc_ZO1Hqr8/s72-c/Hiatus+Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-4765818287217690588</id><published>2008-01-13T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:36:42.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the woman who fails to understand English:&lt;br /&gt;1: you've stated your point earlier that she's a slut and blahblah, so fine.&lt;br /&gt;2: in my eyes you're still that retarded rabid dog barking on everyone's blog just to get attention for yourself to prove that you're so pitiful. which to me makes you VERY PATHETIC. because if you had enough pride, you'd pick yourself up and move on and not harbor the thought of having your (ex)husband back with you since he is 1- a cheat, 2- a liar, 3- not sincere about you, 4- can't give a fucking damn about you. [if i were him, at this point in time, even if i had thought of getting back with you after i break up with her, i wouldn't even want to lift a finger or recognize you as someone i know if you were to get into a fatal accident because of your actions and your thoughts which make you seem very childish and revengeful.]&lt;br /&gt;3: which is why i ask you to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;4: also, unlike you, i do not go around harassing people i do not know so as to 1- dirty their blog, 2- use false identify to tag (cos if i had enough guts to insult someone, i would have enough guts to go around publicly tagging with my name all over it), 3- talking nonsense on their tag boards (in the current page you're viewing, there is absolutely NO mention of committing suicide, unless you're talking about yourself then confusing it with what you're tagging), 4- suggesting anything that is completely irrelevant to the topic of your own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;5: i don't cry over split milk. i get up, walk away and move on.&lt;br /&gt;6: as i've said, using false identification is also known as fraud.&lt;br /&gt;7: i can get you arrested for harassment.&lt;br /&gt;8: its my blog, i say what i want. so if i find you a pathetic, childish, incoherent, lack of command in English, rabid, psychotic woman; who is going to stop me? YOU?! who are you to me?! i don't know you plus who are YOU to tag on my board? crazy passerby using another identity like those sore losers who loose their boyfriend's and go to their rival's blog and using the name 'passerby' or 'anonymous' to insult that person. geeze, and only primary and/or secondary students do that. maybe your brain is about that size, that density and that intensity as theirs.&lt;br /&gt;9: you have 2 kids, go support them, or do you lack backbone, determination, strength to do that? or are you a parasite, expecting to be fed by your husband? do something for yourself. or maybe... just maybe... your command in English is soooooo limited and poor that you can't understand what job application forms are asking...&lt;br /&gt;10: continue to come here, i'll just get you arrested for harassment, after all, i don't know you.&lt;br /&gt;11: she's not my 'dear' friend as you say.&lt;br /&gt;12: i did not say that i was going to commit suicide when i turn 21. where in the world did your exuberant mind churn that from?&lt;br /&gt;13: Congratulations on your 3rd child, you're propagating like a rodent.&lt;br /&gt;14: in the first place how did you find me, cos when you google 'sook mun' nothing comes up. neither does googling her full name. so, if you want to come up with excuses in finding us, please don't be so lame as to be backed up in your own corner.&lt;br /&gt;15: which makes me think that you are nothing but a piece of your own fabric of lies. so is your (ex)husband cos i think absolutely NOTHING of him, aside from being completely incompetent and useless and overall, a liar and i have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;16: please brush up on your English, every time you post, i fail to understand what you're typing cos the language command is so HORRENDOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards to 'Emily' aka Belle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-4765818287217690588?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4765818287217690588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4765818287217690588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4765818287217690588' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-8783691925384040240</id><published>2008-01-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:14:15.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE MS NG!&lt;br /&gt;WTF... GIVE ME 12%! 12% FOR ONE PAPER. SOLO THE FUCKING PAPER AND GET 12% FOR ONE COMPONENT WHILE OTHERS GOT 14%, 15% FOR SHARING ONE PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;MY PROBLEM IF SHE ASKED ME TO CUT FORM 17+ SLIDES DOWN TO 7 SLIDES WITH MINIMUM DETAIL AND MARK ME DOWN ON DETAIL WISE?!&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO FAIL ME, NEVERMIND, DONT BOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL DEBAR MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THE FUCKING SCHOOL AND THE TEACHERS.&lt;br /&gt;WORK SO HARD FOR THE LOUSIEST GRADES. DON'T WORK HARD ALSO GET THE LOUSIEST GRADES. SO WHAT FOR PUT IN SO MUCH EFFORT?!&lt;br /&gt;GIVE IT TO OTHER PEOPLE LA. GIVE GIVE GIVE. GIVE TO THE PEOPLE WHO FUCKING SUCK UP TO YOU. AND FOR GOODNESS SAKES, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FUCKING WEAR A PROPER BRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-8783691925384040240?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8783691925384040240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8783691925384040240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8783691925384040240' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-1987076240316047587</id><published>2008-01-10T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:25:39.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NYP Open House 10 January- 12 January.&lt;br /&gt;this means..... .................................. ..................................... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;DAMN NOISY LA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;had PCT meeting today. venues i've checked, both parents say OK. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;uhh... today was rather fucked up towards the end. anyway, bree intro-ed me to some yummy food found at AMKhub from this stall called Yummie bites. ya lar... yummy lar.. hahaha... the bananananananana fritters were mmm...mmm delicious! :D the deep fried cheese was also *slurp* salty and yummy! haha... $1 for each item mentioned. thanks girl! :D&lt;br /&gt;yay! tomorrow school starts at 1pm! going to meet that incompetent friend of my ex-skolmate's. arrgh! i have NEVER been so turned off by an online seller. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt;! keep delaying the date of arrival cos she says that the supplier shifted la, checking of stock la.. blahblahblah... got me so annoyed that i wanted to cancel my order. but den.. you know la.. buyer's integrity. den next thing you know is that the shipment has arrived! no mass email or what-so-ever lor... yuck! anyway, i dont think i'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; buy from her again. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-1987076240316047587?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1987076240316047587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/1987076240316047587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1987076240316047587' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-8855612425127391847</id><published>2008-01-08T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:31:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geri and i decided on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i think ms tai is so cute lar... haha&lt;br /&gt;hope can go uni lar.. sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-8855612425127391847?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8855612425127391847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8855612425127391847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8855612425127391847' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-379607065659184086</id><published>2008-01-08T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:01:33.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've finally posted something cos i'm getting very annoyed with the entire situation. i'll promise to post on food from Taiwan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-379607065659184086?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/379607065659184086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/379607065659184086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#379607065659184086' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5413464093423702666</id><published>2008-01-08T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T03:00:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it appalls me how some grown ups behave.&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, there are TONS of families that have undergone a divorce cos of a 3rd party and personally i feel that the 3rd party ought to be shot in the head for disrupting a marriage, especially if the wife has children. then again, you can't really fully blame the 3rd party. the person involved with the 3rd party is to blame as well. who asked him/her to be tempted into another relationship thinking it wouldn't be found out? who asked him/her to cross the boundaries of being just platonic friends. ultimately who is the one who decided to carry on the r/s even though he/she knew that it would be like stepping on hot stones, when he/she could have severed it at the bud?&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe its for fun laughter peace and joy that he/she got involved with a 3rd party. or maybe cos he/she needs a comforting hand. but HEELLLLOOOO?! where is your sense of justice, of what is right and wrong. or did your dick/pussy decide that for you?! and even though you know it's wrong, why didn't you just stop it at there. when the little demon inside you tells you 'hey dude, it's going too far.'&lt;br /&gt;aside from that, ya divorce and all is a great blow to everyone's life. children, mother , father, grandmother, grandfather, dog, cat, maid, rabbit, even the long dead are turning and spewing ashes in their coffins or urns. but ultimately you HAVE to move on with your life and stop dwindling in the past, blaming this, that and everything else. more over, going around spamming tagboards and inboxes, using names and emails created just as a cover up is the most obscene thing i could ever imagine. fine, i get it that you're still sore and angry and blame whoever for causing you so much distress that your lungs are going to burst if you don't curse and swear at every available open space. but hellooo, it's been over a year since you found out, so you, being an adult, if you've ever thought of yourself as one, kindly please, grow up and leave us all alone. we don't need you to smear your entrails all over our tagboard's so that you can prove your point or make known of the devilish acts that have been cast upon you. no point. you just come across as kuku or psychotic. you've proven your point, so be it. your (ex)husband has proven his. so just skip along down the yellow brick road and get out of that cloud which you're still dreaming that he may return to you. even if he does, it's probably cos he got back out of sympathy (for???).&lt;br /&gt;to me, i don't care about the entire situation. it's your (ex)family problem, so go settle it yourself. you're not going to gain ANY sympathy by spamming and 'flaming' others. just gives you a whole load of total lack of self respect and that you're just so childish that you resort to such underhand methods, not to mention that what you tag just gives you away as the wife. wife's friend. far from it. your tag just gives you away. now seeing that DISGUSTING tag on my board just makes me want to retort and say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK OFF AND LEAVE US ALL WHO ARE NOT INVOLVED WITH YOUR FUCKING FAMILY ALONE.&lt;/span&gt; COS YOU ARE JUST GOING TO GO OVERBOARD AND I DONT FUCKING CARE HOW 'POWERFUL' YOUR FAMILY IS. BUT THE POINT THAT YOU ARE JUST MAKING A FUCKING MOUNTAIN OUT OF A STINKING MOLE HILL IS JUST SO WRONG. YOUR ACTIONS ARE SO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHILDISH&lt;/span&gt; IT'S A WONDER HOW YOU EVEN GOT MARRIED IN THE FIRST PLACE. TAKE YOUR MISERABLE SELF AND YOUR PROBLEMS OUT OF US, STUDENTS, LIVES. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SETTLE YOUR OWN FAMILY PROBLEM&lt;/span&gt; AND STOP SPAMMING. IT'S COMPLETE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LACK OF RESPECT&lt;/span&gt; FOR BOTH YOURSELF AND THE BLOG OWNERS AND JUST GIVES YOU A BAD NAME FOR BEING A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSYCHOPATH&lt;/span&gt;. SO JUST &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GET LOST&lt;/span&gt; FROM ALL OF US. WE FRIEND WHO WE WANT. IT'S &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT FOR YOU OR ANYONE TO JUDGE&lt;/span&gt;. SAY ALL YOU LIKE BUT FOR YOU TO WANT TO TARNISH A FRIENDSHIP WE HAVE ALL MADE WITH HER, YOU ARE JUST OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND. WE'VE KNOWN HOW STUPID SHE CAN BE BUT WE ARE STILL HER FRIENDS. CONTINUE FINDING FOR MORE PEOPLE TO 'DEFAME' HER, BUT ULTIMATELY WE JUDGE FOR OURSELVES. NOT YOU, SOME FREAKING OUTSIDER LOOKING TO GAIN SYMPATHY FOR YOURSELF. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET LOST. GET A LIFE. GROW UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you've wasted my time even talking about you. it's a good thing school starts late, otherwise if i ever see you, you're going to be in SUCH deep trouble you'll ever regret you were even alive. i HATE having to extend my waking ours on such useless pathetic unknowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;3rd parties shld never exist. marriages should have no divorce unless one turns gay. people can be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5413464093423702666?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5413464093423702666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5413464093423702666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5413464093423702666' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5251301636417196286</id><published>2008-01-03T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:23:59.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive got things to write. just that my comp doesnt like me. and i hate it. ahahaha.. so have to wait till then. i'm sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5251301636417196286?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5251301636417196286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5251301636417196286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5251301636417196286' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6439289485673359907</id><published>2007-12-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:21:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh... everyday school brings in sacks of lousy news. first it was the MBID then now it's the biosensors assay... there is something that just isnt right. no matter how hard i try it seems like its going in the wrong direction. sometimes i wonder if its deliberate sabotage.&lt;br /&gt;anyway... my comp is screwing up again. i think it's time to change it. yayaya.. i know that my comp sucks but this is really at it's worse esp after it's sad drowning in a puddle of water. sigh... common test. fuck i hate school. hope it closes down! my leg hurts time and again. cut it off! =.-&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-6439289485673359907?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6439289485673359907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6439289485673359907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6439289485673359907' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5638373126328435565</id><published>2007-11-30T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:31:54.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>_________ is the word to describe the person who wants to break up the friendship between the person who i hold the closest to heart. talk all you want if you like, i think i dont particularly care anymore. as far as i know, my grounds have been laid bare and there has been nothing i wouldnt tell to that person. i never ever said i didnt like you, in fact on the contrary, you have been the closest one i've known. and IF i were to dislike you, frankly i'd have just freaking spat it into your face, since i know your personality. i wouldnt tell so and so that i dislike you just so it bites me back in my ass. i'd tell you right there and then that i dont like you. but no, i never mentioned anything about not even liking you, one bit. in fact the day you decided to just disappear made me some what sad and now you say i chose to distance myself away from my friends. please see who you're hanging out with. as said the favorite term of some 'friend's with benefits' is all they looks for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;in fact some should just slog themselves to the point of exhaustion and just fucking die. and i hope it happens now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5638373126328435565?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5638373126328435565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5638373126328435565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5638373126328435565' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-21974956550288810</id><published>2007-11-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:49:47.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pendulum swinging back and forth, coin twirling.&lt;br /&gt;heads tails heads tails...&lt;br /&gt;just like the hanging out of heads wagging round and around.&lt;br /&gt;isolating yourselves from me does not make me choose to leave my friends. it was your choice to isolate yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-21974956550288810?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/21974956550288810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/21974956550288810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#21974956550288810' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6139881207858282192</id><published>2007-11-27T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:48:49.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very very very frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;study so much, grades come out so lan.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks worth of work gone in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck la...&lt;br /&gt;wasting my time only.&lt;br /&gt;quit school even better since most of the good teachers are gone.&lt;br /&gt;left with the lousy ones.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, poly needs more application than exams.&lt;br /&gt;would rather have more attachment than sit for exams.&lt;br /&gt;cos exams are for the nerds who know how to vomit out their work without using too many brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they are bulimic in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;hope they all just die!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-6139881207858282192?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6139881207858282192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6139881207858282192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6139881207858282192' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5346317923917285394</id><published>2007-11-23T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T03:28:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to geri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for telling me. :D&lt;br /&gt;but uh... why in the world do we need personal space in school? school is for socialising and being with friends. not for personalising in school. like that might as well stay at home, right? aiyo... just makes life a little bit unbareable when you guys are giving us 'personal space'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5346317923917285394?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5346317923917285394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5346317923917285394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5346317923917285394' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-4995631231912185757</id><published>2007-11-21T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:52.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attended the dialogue session today. was rather interesting. lol... not much regarding the topic of globalisation and employment. but it was fun none the less. there was free food too.&lt;br /&gt;haiz... school now a days just suck. as i've said previously, last lap le but no motivation. there are also a few people in school who seem to be out of sorts as well... dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;just did the cover letter. still have the resume to do. so silly la. i dont like william how (duh) he's such a pompus bastard. in the recent email he sent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/R0RAmF5lOGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qS-VCHaXWl4/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/R0RAmF5lOGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qS-VCHaXWl4/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135300498272106594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean hello?!!! it's not as if we dont have a mentor. its ok if you care for us and want to know our future plans... but what's up with the last sentance?!! 'chief mentor'... big deal!!! zzz... so now it's an obligation for you to find out about our future. so you're actually not THAT concerned except that it's in your job scope. and for heaven's sake, when you talk to people, look at them. you talk so much about how you should work together, motivate one another, respect each other and your seniors blahblahblah.... and you dont have the basic courtesy to look at your students when you talk to them? fine if you have weird eye problems... but how is it that sometimes you can look at them and sometimes not?? weird la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there are some people who dont know their limits and think they are so great. honestly you're just.. pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-4995631231912185757?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4995631231912185757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/4995631231912185757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4995631231912185757' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ETf-AOCEmFI/R0RAmF5lOGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qS-VCHaXWl4/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6736323374841134692</id><published>2007-11-20T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:49:03.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate school... no motivation at all la... this sem just sucks to the max. last sem already and they wanna do this to us. not to mention that the time seems to pass very very very quickly. not pleasent at all. keep feeling tired and low in spirits. bleah...&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like going to school tomorrow cos there is this dialogue session that i have to attend, not to mention MBID tutorial with William How who HATES our class to the core then Business Management where the tutorial teacher is so funny i forget to laugh. omg la.. this sem is a torture. and most of all... we're being taught by so many many CHINA teachers. donny, mao, guo... omgomgomg... *shoots self in the head*&lt;br /&gt;the ony consolation amongst all the lectures is the sfg (cos i'm beginning to like Ms Ng) and bioprocess design. proteomics is so-so only la... comm skills... i'd brain fuck her till she cries.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. test after test... blah... brain dead lar.... here, let me list the things i have yet to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Helicase articles&lt;br /&gt;2. Comm Skill- resume and cover letter&lt;br /&gt;3. Biomedical and Biosensors report&lt;br /&gt;4. Bioprocess&lt;br /&gt;5. Drug D.&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;there are other things in life that i want to slit my throat about... it's just very sickening, annoying and damn fucking unfair.&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep for a 1000years... yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;'1001 night unseen, the philosopher and the queen...'&lt;/span&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/6572338-6736323374841134692?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6736323374841134692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6736323374841134692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6736323374841134692' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-6356256652577884546</id><published>2007-11-05T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:52.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now i know why &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Juicy Couture&lt;/span&gt; is so nice... ^^ ya im slow... sorry la....&lt;br /&gt;What i want for Christmas is (Not) my 2 front teeth... =.-&lt;br /&gt;i saw this on the Couture site.. and omg.. that God i my wrists were made for cuffs but too bad my wallet wasn't. i hope to strike rich somewhere in the near future... hahaha... =.= no i'm just kidding.. but i'll show you wad i like from the site. what i like is not = to i want= i would like to have= broke therefore the conclusion is cannot have, so just admire lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Royal Sparrow Bangle Set&lt;br /&gt;$98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ry4MMKs_uOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WJ7eh34kY8k/s1600-h/royal+sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ry4MMKs_uOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WJ7eh34kY8k/s320/royal+sparrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129050428792617186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Angel Wing Cuff Braclet&lt;br /&gt;$98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ry4MLqs_uNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/694UNd_B7PY/s1600-h/cuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ry4MLqs_uNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/694UNd_B7PY/s320/cuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129050420202682578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-6356256652577884546?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6356256652577884546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/6356256652577884546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6356256652577884546' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ry4MMKs_uOI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WJ7eh34kY8k/s72-c/royal+sparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-8230398560626289418</id><published>2007-11-04T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:13:07.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised...&lt;br /&gt;that this year has the most number of posts... and it's only coming to the end of the year. OMG! it's november already... time flies so quickly i can't even manage to keep up. sigh.... *becomes depressed* XD sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i think... no actually i don't remember this large portion in my life. maybe i chose to forget it for maybe it just didn't register. this was during the time when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;my blood never flowed and grew into ice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i did not laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i did not cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit... i can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i didn't love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i didn't talk to anyone or at least not very many people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian... really can't remember... *struggles*&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.. that's all different i suppose... now i mean.&lt;br /&gt;i think.. as we grow each day, we kill a little bit of ourselves. you see... as a child we grow into an adult, in the process we forget things and no matter how we try to remember, we can't cos it's simply a void. strange? you try it then. try and recall the things you did from the time you could do things on your own till the now. realise you have some empty spaces? yes this is what i mean that we kill ourselves each and everyday. so when we're much older and we try to recall people, events, locations; we simply can't.&lt;br /&gt;as mentioned above, there has been a period of years that i have forgotten. it's ok if it's a short passage of time... but this is a period of 2-5 years that i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;but i do know that as a child i knew things... do you agree with me when i say that a child is FAR more intelligent than an adult? i agree with this statement. cos...when you're a kid you know tons of things but you just don't really understand the mechanism for such things. but as you grow older, you go to school and people teach you things to understand all these mechanisms and such but in the proecess you forget a lot of other things. i used to know things like satalites, different stars and how they come about how they diminish and form black holes in the sky, dinosaurs and things like that. but now even if you ask me... i'm pretty much helpless. i knew things regarding calculations that adults dismissed as rubbish. even now when i think of processes i seem to understand them then when i try to explain.. i can't. it just disappears.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know but it seems to me that adults are stupid. no matter how you explain it, no matter how many things adults invent that benefit mankind, no matter how many mathematical equations are formulated to prove theories, adults are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i don't know why adults think they are so clever. just cos they are so specialized doesn't mean that they are more superior and intelligent. this is what i call.. looking down upon. what kind of mentality do adults have that make them think that they are more clever than children.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-8230398560626289418?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8230398560626289418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/8230398560626289418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8230398560626289418' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5464318624049863884</id><published>2007-11-03T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:53.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to Red Dot today with mummy... i saw something that i liked but she didn't want to get... it's a flat toy from maki square patch! but she say no... i dont understand why she asks me if i want anything when in her head it's already been decided that she wont get anything even though i wanted it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;waste of time and effort. next time i don't wanna go out with her cos it's always like that. then ask for opinion also don't want to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. what i want is a pirate's parrot! or maybe even the flat beaver flat doll in large or even the patchwork flattie.&lt;br /&gt;here is 'a pirate's parrot'&lt;br /&gt;it costs $60.80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ryw4Nqs_uKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eeBW60c9A3g/s1600-h/pirate%27s+parrot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ryw4Nqs_uKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eeBW60c9A3g/s320/pirate%27s+parrot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128535883120621730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the beaver flattie&lt;br /&gt;$56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ryw44Ks_uLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TiDIQa9g8is/s1600-h/beaver+flat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ryw44Ks_uLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TiDIQa9g8is/s320/beaver+flat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128536613265062066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the patchwork flattie&lt;br /&gt;$72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ryw446s_uMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3Uouv86SJWY/s1600-h/flat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ryw446s_uMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3Uouv86SJWY/s320/flat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128536626149963970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i still owe mum $250 for phone bill and i have yet to pay this months bill... ah ha...&lt;br /&gt;should start saving and keep the phone at bay...&lt;br /&gt;jy all for MBID test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Life sucks... plus i'm constantly being ignored or fallen asleep upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-5464318624049863884?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5464318624049863884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5464318624049863884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5464318624049863884' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ETf-AOCEmFI/Ryw4Nqs_uKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eeBW60c9A3g/s72-c/pirate%27s+parrot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-7335569849516047777</id><published>2007-11-03T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:21:07.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>note to self... dont call people who fall asleep on the phone during conversations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-7335569849516047777?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7335569849516047777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7335569849516047777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7335569849516047777' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2967726151008415048</id><published>2007-11-03T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:57:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey pple....my friend is having a spree going on from the 27th Oct to 10 Nov (1159pm). if you wanna order you can order through her or through me. but den if i'm not wrong if you order through me you can get 5% off the entire lot you order. haha... but if you order 2 pieces and above, only the next time round you'll get a 5% off. so it's best to order through me!!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;so wad you waiting for?!!! ORDER NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://j-me-diy.blogspot.com/"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2967726151008415048?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2967726151008415048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2967726151008415048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2967726151008415048' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-253922116244919800</id><published>2007-10-31T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:32:50.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawn....&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything...&lt;br /&gt;oh... Happy (belated) Birthday Marcus. wishing you another year more of sarcasm and joy! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore me... go on why dont you...&lt;br /&gt;ill see myself out the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-253922116244919800?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/253922116244919800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/253922116244919800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#253922116244919800' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-7475889715255540759</id><published>2007-10-30T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:45:03.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i see to be spamming posts but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I REALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you know online auctions right? like say yahoo auctions and ebay... i hate the bloody sellers some times. i mean like... when you type in something in the Search tool for instance... i was looking up Victoria Secrets clothing so i typed "Victoria Secrets' in the tool box then this whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;LOOOONG&lt;/span&gt; list of clothes, perfumes, lingerie, cream, make-up etc comes out.&lt;br /&gt;and then... the horrors of online auctions...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(nt victoria secrets, zara, mango....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WTF!!!&lt;/span&gt; don't put that kind of nonsense in can?!&lt;br /&gt;you just make the freaking list longer by putting &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;UNNECESSARY&lt;/span&gt; tags in. and then sometimes these items are some kind of FLEE MARKET cheapo clothes! omg...&lt;br /&gt;You see you see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;TRUE STAR perfume(nt estee,anna sui,victoria secrets)     &lt;/b&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;-- URK!!! &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;      Topshop v neck top nt mango zara victoria's secret      &lt;/b&gt;     &lt;-- i wanna MURDER!  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gosh do you stupid people know how difficult it is to shop with all you idiots tagging unnecessary tags!! even if you have Victoria Secrets items don't bloody tag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; your other items with (victoria secrets) or if you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; have... please don't even bother mentioning it. If you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt;... do it in the descriptioins page and spare us all the time and effort having to source through TONS i mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of unnecessarily labeled items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh for God's sake... where did your brains come from? ARE YOU &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;that goes to all unnecessary tags for all auction items. i swear you just waste your time by typing those extra few letters and wasting our energy by making our eyes read/scan those words that you have typed that would be better off narrowing the category if they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WEREN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there! really la... energy is needed to click those links and to read la... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;/span&gt;  save your energy, don't type so much can. just be specific in what you're selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenerio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;do you see people at say Isetan or Taka selling clothes saying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*holds up a black and white V-neck stripped sweater*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'hi there madam, would you like to try this top? it's new in our collection. it may look like a Zara product but actually it's not. neither is it a Mango although they had a similar one just on their shelves  last week &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;(thus making ur product outdated which in my terms would have been something i decided i liked 2 yrs ago- i side tracked) &lt;/span&gt;and neither is it Topshop although i'm pretty much sure they have the same design but only in one colour while we carry various other colours as well such as pink, purple, green, blue......' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala... i is turned off.&lt;br /&gt;NO right... omg... or at least i have been so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;FORTUNATE&lt;/span&gt; as not to have receive such a non effective nor efficent sales person. effective in chasing me away, efficent in getting herself fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... just stop wasting POTENTIAL buyer's time and energy by typing unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh and another reason why you would often see my speak or type in my blog or msn like this : I IS BORED. or I IS BEING RANDOM. or as mentioned above I IS TURNED OFF. is cos i find it fun and playing around with my grammer confuses people and to a certain extent i laugh at their misery. so therefore i is happy. but then i don't just limit myself to saying such short sentances. next time you speak to me you may know why. :D dont copy me. ahahaha... quincy already be doing that thing with me. &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-7475889715255540759?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7475889715255540759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/7475889715255540759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7475889715255540759' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-5513937229813247271</id><published>2007-10-30T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:49:54.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe.. if i had to have a wedding... i'd want it to be like this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Marriage is a special occassion of love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYMrqs_uDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6ZxSWPB4tlg/s1600-h/weddings28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYMrqs_uDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6ZxSWPB4tlg/s320/weddings28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126799170144811058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;If i were to have a wedding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I'd want it in a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYMsqs_uFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Hnwjc37cw-U/s1600-h/th_cloisters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYMsqs_uFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Hnwjc37cw-U/s320/th_cloisters2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126799187324680274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;By the sea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYMs6s_uGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Czu2kP7N-Ps/s1600-h/th_paradise2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYMs6s_uGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Czu2kP7N-Ps/s320/th_paradise2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126799191619647586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With free flow of Champane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYMtas_uHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pK_GvGQXhYg/s1600-h/beach-wedding-package-118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYMtas_uHI/AAAAAAAAAW4/pK_GvGQXhYg/s320/beach-wedding-package-118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126799200209582194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Maybe I want my bridal bouquet to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYNFqs_uII/AAAAAAAAAXA/VMQIlOYb97Y/s1600-h/bridal_bouquet_320x320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYNFqs_uII/AAAAAAAAAXA/VMQIlOYb97Y/s320/bridal_bouquet_320x320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126799616821409922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYNF6s_uJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/14rAGNoYk7M/s1600-h/rose-cascade-bouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYNF6s_uJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/14rAGNoYk7M/s320/rose-cascade-bouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126799621116377234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But it's doesn't really matter as long as...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've Got YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;note to self: stop dreaming... T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6572338-5513937229813247271?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5513937229813247271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/5513937229813247271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5513937229813247271' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ETf-AOCEmFI/RyYMrqs_uDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6ZxSWPB4tlg/s72-c/weddings28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-740256337768388668</id><published>2007-10-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:18:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawn.. feel so lazy and tired these past few days... dont feel like going to school and i cant seem to wake up in the morning! oh geeze... haha..&lt;br /&gt;luckily i end at 1pm tml with a 2 hour break between lessons so i effectively only have 2 hours of skol which = waste my bloody precious time that i could be spending in my bed in my air-conditioned room. ahem oh well.. at least i get to see hubby. ^^ meeting bryna in skol.. so nice to see her after such a long while. man.. how i miss secondary skol days... well some of them, not most of it. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;today was bleah... i need to start revising for work. dunno why also. this sudden urge to just read the lecture notes. let's see what i fancy... i know! biomedical devices and uh... D.D sounds fun. haha... D.D looks like some kind of oogling eyes... lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;D-D: oggle oogle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;D_D: not too please with what i'm oogling at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;D.D: i is just oogling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;D-D'': omg... i cant believe im actually oogling at THAT!! (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;D-*: nice nice *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;D-o!: WOAH! wth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;okok.. enough of the capital D's... LOL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy just bought me a mini kicking board cos i cant put too much stress on my leg and swimming is actually getting quite stressful for me but i need to build that leg muscle so i've settled for 2nd best which is just kicking laps. not swimming... hmmm... plus i think i should just bake in the sun ^^&lt;br /&gt;lalala... i think i'll sleep on the floor for a while... monster monster!! i are monster! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-740256337768388668?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/740256337768388668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/740256337768388668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#740256337768388668' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-3742691731578613607</id><published>2007-10-28T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:54:17.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont need anything or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to kill the people in this pathetic world who think they can give up everytime they meet with some problem and think thats the only way out when other people are trying to sort things out and all they say is&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw the shit out of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-3742691731578613607?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3742691731578613607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/3742691731578613607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3742691731578613607' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6572338.post-2086612179212187528</id><published>2007-10-28T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:56:06.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god it's sunday, i dont want to go to school on monday or rather any other day of the week. so boring and it sucks like hell. projects to do, tutorials to attend and teachers who ask us to read information by ourselves and group us into groups of FUCK i hate you all.&lt;br /&gt;inbetween breaks with nothing to do, half the time some pple run off with their bf who is out to seek some fun and thus nothing is being settled and done. i mean for all you know he's fucking lying to you, wake up and grow up you moron.&lt;br /&gt;sian...&lt;br /&gt;i hate having to be in school, bloody lanyard and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sorry for being so lousy not up to your standard, sorry for being me, sorry for thinking for you and not thinking for you, sorry for trying my best, sorry for being patient and tolerant like you tell me to, sorry for being there for you, sorry for stoning when i'm tired, sorry for being forgiving cos it means nothing to you, sorry for caring for you cos you can't be bothered, sorry for cutting my hair short so it tickles you, sorry for doing everything you ask me to, sorry for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERY GOD DAMNED FUCKING THING THAT PISSES YOU OFF LIKE A FLY IN YOUR SOUP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6572338-2086612179212187528?l=bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2086612179212187528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6572338/posts/default/2086612179212187528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloodbathredroses.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2086612179212187528' title=''/><author><name>nicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16915415733846935193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
