<?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-7011927</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:07:54.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farmgirl.</title><subtitle type='html'>the girl in total darkness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110775579862822251</id><published>2005-02-07T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:56:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>My goodness. FEBUARY IS ALREADY HERE! i've survived in my school for a month. but more assignments &amp; projects pouring in. BOO HOO!  i'm leaving for indonesia tomorrow in the evening. MORE FOOD, MORE MONEY, MORE SHOPPING, MORE LOVEEEEEEEEEEE. can't wait to see my grandmama rose. hee yaw!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR. ZHU NI TUO JIAN(hope u get more money) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONG XI FA CAI... ANG BAO NA LAI! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody teach me han yu pin yin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssssssst: Anybody visiting BPGHS tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110775579862822251?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110775579862822251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110775579862822251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110775579862822251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110775579862822251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110709343116829372</id><published>2005-01-30T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:57:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True-Blue Bastard</title><content type='html'>HEY! i just came back from Zouk. there was a flea market going on, bought 2 vintage shirts, a pair of earrings &amp; nail polish! YAY! man, i wanted to spend more but i ain't got no cash. i spent so much at bugis street already. i love bugis street, cos i get to bargain like hell. although it gets a little bit hot &amp;amp; sweaty, the stuff there are awfully cheap and good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've FINALLY dug my guts out and confronted him today. HE IS ONE HELLUVA LOSER, i tell ya. but at least he admitted his friends were bitches. (although it was supposed to be assholes/jerks. well, actually both sounds good)  oh, his friends said i was a horny desperado for making a card on his birthday, hah! what a hilarious comment. so for anybody who makes a card for a person's birthday &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; a horny desperado. RIGHT, now i get it... YOU ARE A PLAIN JERK, SCREW YOURSELF AND YOUR FRIENDS TO HELL YOU IGNORANT BASTARD. i don't need your sorries for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all my friends who stuck by me, i'm deeply thankful for your advices.&lt;br /&gt;i've been fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110709343116829372?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110709343116829372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110709343116829372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110709343116829372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110709343116829372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2005/01/true-blue-bastard.html' title='True-Blue Bastard'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110647092058410856</id><published>2005-01-23T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:02:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday and i'm sitting in my dad's office. -bahhhhhhhhh-&lt;br /&gt;but it's better than slacking at home, lazing on the couch watching the repeats on mtv and&lt;br /&gt;uninteresting re-runs on HBO. Its better for a change to watch your parents working really hard to earn enough for the family. It makes me wonder ten years down the road if i'll have to work &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; hard too.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;em&gt;'working hard', &lt;/em&gt;i've earned myself a scholarship offered by the school. Thanks to smart ass me. S$ &lt;strong&gt;!@))&lt;/strong&gt;  all for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! (guess the figures and i'll give you a treat) pardon me, i'm just feeling a little bored la. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya &amp;amp; take care chummies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110647092058410856?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110647092058410856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110647092058410856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110647092058410856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110647092058410856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110601851461693457</id><published>2005-01-18T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T11:21:54.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>AT LAST!!!!!!! i can finally blog. i'm so busy in school these days. well, not literally. psst* i'm banned from the computer, cos i made a promise to terminate my long-overdued pager line but i'm way to lazy to do so. hope my sis, melly-bo-beanie suffers from amnesia and forgets my blog address. School at amk-west college have been funnnnnnnnnn! cos friends there have been G-R-E-A-T, and definitely the lecturers. awesome and funny people! I LOVEEEEEEEEEE. but the journey sucks. when school starts at eight, i wake up at five. urgh, i like tuesdays the most cos SCHOOL STARTS at ONEEEEEEEEE! and today is TUESDAY! im already lovin' it. heeee hawww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110601851461693457?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110601851461693457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110601851461693457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110601851461693457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110601851461693457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110476267753687488</id><published>2005-01-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:31:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>Alright, i'll try to be honest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss that bastard. but i can't help itttttttttt! i'm a sucker for love. i need help... &lt;em&gt;fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110476267753687488?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110476267753687488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110476267753687488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110476267753687488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110476267753687488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110441078989071011</id><published>2004-12-30T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:49:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't SUCK at ART!</title><content type='html'>To my mom, sister and brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; SUCK&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;at ART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take a peek at my masterpiece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/darkhouse/UPLOADED160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/darkhouse/UPLOADED160.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Isn't my work of art simply gorgeous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Umm... the eyes look alienated but it does resemble a little like shihorny. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, nevermind i hear the boos already... but i made it to DIGITAL MEDIA DESIGN!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you know what they made us draw for the test? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A BURGER ON A GRILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm dead serious! Not to mention, we also had to draw either my mobile phone or my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Obviously i drew my lovely hand. What else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's such a good experience and i'm beginning to appreciate art now. For those whos pro in art, kindly share your tips!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110441078989071011?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110441078989071011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110441078989071011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110441078989071011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110441078989071011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dont-suck-at-art.html' title='I don&apos;t SUCK at ART!'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110422515129986453</id><published>2004-12-28T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T17:47:44.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005</title><content type='html'>I like Book Fairs. Strike that, I LOVE Book Fairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books i shall devour this new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Margaret Yorke omnibus &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daughter of the River; Hong Ying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knick Knack Paddy Whack; Ardal O'Hanlon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Gods; Neil Gaiman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The First Time; Joy Fielding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Babes in the Woods; Ruth Rendell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All for a price of $20! (WOW)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movies to catch in 2005...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kicking and Screaming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assisted Living&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Congeniality 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! (feat. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Upside To Anger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be Cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Darkness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs &amp;amp; Mr Smith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twinks =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110422515129986453?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110422515129986453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110422515129986453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110422515129986453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110422515129986453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/2005.html' title='2005'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110399747257678443</id><published>2004-12-26T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:28:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*click pictures to enlarge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; cards. Especially hand-made ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/darkhouse/UPLOADED158.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/darkhouse/UPLOADED158.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like this one. Although it wasn't made by me... (my sis friend made it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SQUEALS* So nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the inside is what counts the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/darkhouse/UPLOADED157.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/darkhouse/UPLOADED157.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee. Yup, i made it for Tiffy! (... . ... and i didn't get one in return)&lt;br /&gt;Check out both sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/darkhouse/UPLOADED156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/darkhouse/UPLOADED156.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAVO! BRAVO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew i was creative. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know my handwriting sucks, but heck! Tiffy loved it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : you love this crappy entry don't you....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110399747257678443?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110399747257678443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110399747257678443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110399747257678443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110399747257678443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110379043527142077</id><published>2004-12-23T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T16:37:30.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Li Ya</title><content type='html'>i remembered i bragged about posting pictures of my trip to Indon &amp; Bali. Okay i know it has been god-knows-how many wks already but i can't find the PLUG!!! i've got soo many interesting pictures to share &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don't fret, i am still in the midst to finding it. ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know ever since i stepped into Secondary School, my 2nd name; &lt;strong&gt;Maria&lt;/strong&gt; has always been a joke to many. they spout preposterous jests that i was once a maid. YES! &lt;strong&gt;A maid&lt;/strong&gt;. now, don't get me wrong. its not that i look down on domestic helpers, in fact, i think they are such angels to help busy parents through their house chores and put wailing kids to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, they don't call me MER-RI-YE (maria) like most angmohs usually do... they call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MA-LI-YAAAAAAAAA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny when you say it, really. sometimes i chuckle when they call me that. An example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiffy: (&lt;strong&gt;yells&lt;/strong&gt;) MA LI YAAAAAAAAAA, faster come here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yes Mum...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiffy: Why my shoe not clean? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: (&lt;strong&gt;stands a-far afraid Mum would beat her&lt;/strong&gt;) Sorrli Mum, me dont know how to clean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiffy: (&lt;strong&gt;shakes head&lt;/strong&gt;) MA LI YAA, MA LI YAA.... come here, i teach you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY does this to me. Even my form teacher Tan ST said this to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Tan ST: (&lt;strong&gt;points finger at me&lt;/strong&gt;) MA LI YA, come pluck my leg hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: No Sir, too many sir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-SCREAMS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some just thinks otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person: Are you a Philippino?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: No, why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person: Oh sorry, cos you look like one of my maid's friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAMS EVEN LOUDER&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You see why i make sure everybody calls me by my first name rather than the second?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now everybody say this together,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;MA LI YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110379043527142077?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110379043527142077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110379043527142077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110379043527142077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110379043527142077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/ma-li-ya.html' title='Ma Li Ya'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110359888142531503</id><published>2004-12-21T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T11:16:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHEW!</title><content type='html'>i know i haven't been updating my blog, and it's not due to my results... (yes, i got it already)&lt;br /&gt;blame it on my utter laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results didn't turn out as good, like i thought it would, but at least there were quite a number of subjects that i didn't expect to get an A1. okay, to cut things short... i shan't put it in details la. i managed to get &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; B's &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; Distinctions. i know the B's are so extra but at least i passed my chinese =))))) i'm so elated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, i hated myself for having a b4 for my math, i worked so hard but yet i still get shitty result for that. URGHCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god, i have a class chalet TODAY! or i will moan myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;(more clubbing! yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110359888142531503?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110359888142531503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110359888142531503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110359888142531503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110359888142531503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/phew.html' title='PHEW!'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110319155924093387</id><published>2004-12-16T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T18:05:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know me</title><content type='html'>I hate it when people misjudge me, like they fucking know who i am. You needed help and you got it, and then u cut me off. WHO THE HELL DO U THINK U ARE? and don't tell me i'm fucking lazy, you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110319155924093387?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110319155924093387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110319155924093387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110319155924093387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110319155924093387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-dont-know-me.html' title='You don&apos;t know me'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110311078651744472</id><published>2004-12-15T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:43:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result date</title><content type='html'>Alrighty. In case you still clueless about the result date, it &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; on the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.news.yahoo.com/041215/5/singapore122349.html"&gt;http://asia.news.yahoo.com/041215/5/singapore122349.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110311078651744472?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110311078651744472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110311078651744472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110311078651744472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110311078651744472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/result-date.html' title='Result date'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110301423193820733</id><published>2004-12-14T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:57:10.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new change</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;17 &lt;/em&gt;more days to 2005; a new year, a new change, and a new blog. (okay, that's cold) but i like the dancers, cos they look kinda retarded. and &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;! my results are out on the &lt;em&gt;17&lt;/em&gt;th!!!!! (somebody stab me please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooooo frickin petrified!&lt;br /&gt;if you don't see me working on this blog after the 17th, you know what that means. (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope god answered my prayers =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110301423193820733?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110301423193820733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110301423193820733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110301423193820733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110301423193820733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-change.html' title='A new change'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110257408470578105</id><published>2004-12-09T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:10:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the a-holer</title><content type='html'>i kept reminiscing the little times we spent together. it may be little, but it meant so much to me. the chats, the texting, the movies, the lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos no matter what, he is still a major league bastard in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110257408470578105?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110257408470578105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110257408470578105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110257408470578105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110257408470578105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/a-holer.html' title='the a-holer'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110217981494101869</id><published>2004-12-05T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T01:03:34.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK</title><content type='html'>YOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back! i miss BALI.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered wanting to go to the beach ay? well guess what, i didn't. yeah although the beach was just a few steps away from my hotel, i didn't even make time to go to the beach. you ask WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??? because the SHOPPING was just GREAT&lt;strong&gt;x3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, have you ever come across a place where there are a whole stretch of Surfshops? yes, you bet! A WHOLE FREAKING STRETCH! there are almost more than 40 surfshops on the street. not only that, Balinese are really wholesome people. i loveeeeeeeeeee Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also caught sight of the bombed area that occured two years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post the pictures of my trip there real soon ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yay! TAUFIKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK won) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110217981494101869?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110217981494101869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110217981494101869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110217981494101869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110217981494101869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/12/back.html' title='BACK'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110139400953698748</id><published>2004-11-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:29:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>helloooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not sick of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;because i love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;i just bought a zara skirt.&lt;br /&gt;it ate so much of my money,&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to flee.&lt;br /&gt;indonesia it shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. it doesn't sound like a poem. darnnit. i suck. anyways, i'm leaving for indonesia tomorrow in the early afternoon. i can't wait to see my grandmother! i missed her so much, she's such a darling ... she gives me cash all the time. THAT'S NOT THE POINT RENNY! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know my grandmother is called Rose? sweet ay. that reminds me of shihan &amp; zhen. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, after indonesia we're heading to Bali. i can't waittttttttttttttt. i can already smell the pristine beaches! i'll be back after a week.&lt;br /&gt;that means i'm gonna miss the SIdol showdown! (cries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for Taufik alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call.&lt;br /&gt;sms.&lt;br /&gt;scream.&lt;br /&gt;and cry for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sms me for the results!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks love ya'll. take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot, i made this for fun. check it out! &lt;a href="http://ecard.veepers.com/service/RetrieveCard?id=QfadJSi82rgSVlDaXDYqlW"&gt;http://ecard.veepers.com/service/RetrieveCard?id=QfadJSi82rgSVlDaXDYqlW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110139400953698748?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110139400953698748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110139400953698748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110139400953698748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110139400953698748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/11/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110123279356960515</id><published>2004-11-24T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T02:05:14.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>it's 1:27 am right now. my sis just had a steamboat party for her 19th birthday. she's one lucky GURL! no wait, WOMAN. what can i say, her pals got her a classic ripcurl watch &amp;amp; a mickey shirt PLUS pearl earrings. awwww, aren't they sweet? (my beloved friends, you see that?) *sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still musing over the movie that i caught on HBO like 10 hours ago. -call me slow- yes, it was &lt;strong&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/strong&gt;. i know the fact that this movie was screened two years back but pardon me, it's a fantabulous show. i reckon those who haven't seen it yet to watch it (although i know most of you already have) i am astonished by the fact that there ARE actually some guys out there who are actually sweet on the inside. oh by the way, my definition of &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; is not what you think it is. WATCH the show to know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention &lt;em&gt;landon&lt;/em&gt; A.K.A Shane West is hot? those electrifying eyes... *swoons* -fainting fit alert-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Walk to Remember is undoubtedly the best movie of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh, i mean &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110123279356960515?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110123279356960515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110123279356960515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110123279356960515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110123279356960515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/11/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk to Remember'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110114928595867132</id><published>2004-11-23T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T02:52:32.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... (this might get a little disturbing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evvv-vil cramps are back. i hate having these callous peircing stabs on my first day. it's so fucking unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it all started well in the morning. (yeah, my ass) my sis, bro and i decided to go shopping at queensway. and then all of a sudden, i needed the loo. so then i pulled down my &lt;em&gt;pretty panty&lt;/em&gt; and pooffffffff.... more B.L.O.O.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghckkkkkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup, it got worse from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was clutching on to my poor tummy from the agonizing pain the whole freaking time! and everybody just kept staring at me. darn, it just makes me even more paranoid... like i'm some freak show. urghck! and then my sister took pity of me and hailed for a cab back home. the journey you say? EXCRUCIATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the whole ride, i was practically wailing in pain like a pregnant woman. i felt cold and needed air. (yup, it was THAT bad) and i just kept sweating profusely even though the cool fan was wafted right at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when finally i was back in my home, i ran for the toilet &amp;amp; i barfed this morning's scramble egg. talk about &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SCRAMBLED&lt;/strong&gt; eggs. urghckkkkkkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is definitely not my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110114928595867132?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110114928595867132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110114928595867132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110114928595867132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110114928595867132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/11/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110096944659217437</id><published>2004-11-21T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:58:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never even thought to cry&lt;br /&gt;When I heard you say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Never said where you were going&lt;br /&gt;There's no laughter in the air&lt;br /&gt;Only silence everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And so much left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been the same&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could see&lt;br /&gt;Who's to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Without you, where do I belong?&lt;br /&gt;Without you, how can I go on?&lt;br /&gt;No love but yours will ever do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how am I supposed to live my life without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was I lost in you and me&lt;br /&gt;To the point I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;That what we had was dying&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all that I can do&lt;br /&gt;To see photographs of you&lt;br /&gt;And stop myself from cryin'&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to live without your love&lt;br /&gt;Got so many memories, but it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Without you, where do I belong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Without you, how can I go on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No love but yours will ever do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tell me how am I supposed to live my life without you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel helpless and oh so all alone&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never felt before&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;But I don't remember what it's like anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee that song.&lt;br /&gt;cole's just so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;(sighs) there's no doubt he still lingers in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110096944659217437?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110096944659217437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110096944659217437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110096944659217437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110096944659217437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/11/without-you.html' title='without you.'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110036001815039662</id><published>2004-11-13T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T02:53:57.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EAT CARBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EAT CARBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey, how's it going? I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I'm tired of going into fast food restaurant and seeing little fat-kin approve menus! Go fuck yourself with a fucking loaf of bread. Stop shuffing this fat-kin thing in my face. When I go get fast-food, I know its bad for me, but I don't care. I like it. I already eat it. I don't wanna have to see size reminding how bad of a diet am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not eating that, so you're gonna have to put fat-kin approve menus on every people who wanna eat an alternative healthy lifestyle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna eat an alternative healthy lifestyle, grow some vegetables in the backyard, pick em, and eat em and make your own damn salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop cluttering up my fat-filled menu with your stupid low carb crap! Okay?&lt;br /&gt;For all the dieting you people do, for all the make-overs and all the other crap you people do, you're making yourself all attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all gonna grow old, you're all gonna get wrinkles, and you will all, eventually, die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the super size price aren't good for you, but neither are the fucking pesticides in your salad. alright? So basically we're all chosing how we're gonna die. Let me kill myself in peace, okay? You fucking controlling bastards. These are the same type of people who skew out the fat shit of everything that’s gonna go wrong with your body because you have to have the large fries. You know what? Next time somebody tells you the health rectification of the food you're eating, why don't you tell them about the health rectification of you stabbing em in the throat, maybe that will shut em up, and you can enjoy your meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shifting gears for a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it every time when I'm watching a commercial for a movie, some fucking critic has to call it riveting! The film is riveting! Now what the fuck does that mean? Riveting? I don't want riveting. Every thing is riveting to these fucking critics. And I don't give two shits if fucking that fat bastard and that other guy sticks his thumb up in the air. Nobody gives a shit if some dumb fat guy with glasses approves or disapproves of a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I thought this cinematography was quite interesting..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the fuck up. Shut up! Put your thumb down, and stop eating the popcorn. Let me watch the film first before my head gets filled with these nonsensical critiquing from somebody who just sat around his whole life and watch movies in his house!&lt;br /&gt;Just because you've seen everything, doesn’t mean you understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shut up&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys sticks his thumb up in the air like he's fucking seizure. My case reviews means anything to anybody. And god forbid if I come across somebody who says, "Well you know they gave it two thumbs up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what, here's one finger up! Okay? I'm not going to see that movie with you! You fucking bastard. Cos then you know you go to the movie with this fucker, and they come up, "Ummm, that thumb guy was right, this cinematography wasn't so great!" Yeah okay, then you gotta kill em with a bucket of popcorn and you know what you see after that... Police, broomsticks, its whole lot deal.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the movies by myself. LEAVE ME ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there's a fat-kin approve popcorn at the snack bar, I'm killing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day to you!&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/7011927-110036001815039662?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110036001815039662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110036001815039662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110036001815039662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110036001815039662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/11/eat-carbs.html' title='EAT CARBS'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-110002445381109220</id><published>2004-11-10T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T02:20:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car wash</title><content type='html'>i did the second best thing in the world; S H O P P I N G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, i didn't know shopping can be so strenuous than doing math problems. i know nana's gonna kill me if she reads this entry cos i mention before that i was broke. (YA, i still am alright!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marie carie's stilettos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;samuel &amp; kevin's boots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green tee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple polo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YUM YUM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i still want kitten heels! oh , i did hanna too. i was so amazed because it wouldn't come off even when i tried scrubbing it off with my famous dirt ridder shampoo. (it's my first time.)  =\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and guys, don't miss &lt;em&gt;Shark Tale&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's way better than &lt;em&gt;Nemo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-110002445381109220?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/110002445381109220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=110002445381109220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110002445381109220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/110002445381109220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/11/car-wash.html' title='Car wash'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109974085023339662</id><published>2004-11-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:08:56.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there was no reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109974085023339662?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109974085023339662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109974085023339662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109974085023339662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109974085023339662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/11/sadden.html' title='Sadden'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109958444795879012</id><published>2004-11-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T00:07:27.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bore</title><content type='html'>The chalet was fun, wasn't fantastic. BUT! &lt;strong&gt;Snoopy &lt;/strong&gt;Snoop DOGGY DOG came. *WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw two black cats mating.&lt;br /&gt;the squeals &amp; meow-ings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109958444795879012?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109958444795879012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109958444795879012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109958444795879012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109958444795879012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/11/bore.html' title='A Bore'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109927703864498751</id><published>2004-11-01T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T10:45:43.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;sup&gt;Why do these kind gentle, loving men mysteriously turn into &lt;u&gt;jerks&lt;/u&gt; in the presence of their buddies?&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109927703864498751?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109927703864498751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109927703864498751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109927703864498751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109927703864498751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/11/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109923752105745279</id><published>2004-10-31T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:45:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolat</title><content type='html'>it's the beginning of the holidays for me. i guess i'm going to relish the 1st-2nd week of the nov holidays while the rest i shall do some work experience. i've read a couple of books just to kill time, currently reading &lt;em&gt;Chocolat&lt;/em&gt;! - double-chocolate truffles... &lt;em&gt;mendiants&lt;/em&gt;;chocolate brazils...cinder toffee...hazels &amp; nougatines! mmmm, can you smell the rising perfume? oooooooooooooooooh yum. thank god there's some class chalet going on next week! mr ong asked me if i'm keen on going sailing. so whoever is interested, please do text me and i will inform him ya. i guess i won't be going to brisbane this nov, cos my dad says he'll be there only for a day for a fishing trip. and when he comes back, we'll all head to bangkok! i can already smell inexpensive goodies! oh boy, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now where's my &lt;em&gt;chococcino&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109923752105745279?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109923752105745279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109923752105745279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109923752105745279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109923752105745279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/chocolat.html' title='Chocolat'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109914251815687722</id><published>2004-10-30T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:20:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A lot of things occured yesterday that i don't wish to talk about. it was such a sad ending to my last day in bukit panjang. i brought my digicam to school. i took a few shots. 11 i think? i took a photo of mr tan's curly-whirly leg hair. he approved for letting me post up on the net for all to see, for which i'm going to show you guys later on. we also took photos with mr ong a.k.a Snoopy. i'll definitely miss that course. haha. (for those who know... you know what i meant) oh, i must thank mr ong for the card &amp; chocolates that he gave me. so sweet! but it was abit upsetting because many of my friends weren't in school and everybody were so busy cramming hard for the upcoming O's, but i managed to say bye to a few of my volleyball mates. i'm gonna miss playing volleyball for the school because i reckon i won't be taking volleyball next year. i would like to try something different, something me... prolly drama &amp;amp; dance. i still can't believe i am booted out the school already. too soon. i'll miss every single bit, even waking up early in the morning getting ready for school to find that my white shoes still soaking wet. and the never-ending screwing from mr tan for wearing ankle socks. my punky hair that gets me in trouble most of the time. the 'pay one dollar' regime that i have to face EVERY single day for my absent-mindedness. it's usually the little things that i am most aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he was right in my face, but i lack the courage to speak to him. i was too afraid, he made me feel stupid. i don't know whether i should or should not forgive him. because what he did was extremely uncouth, and till this day, not a single word from him. i swear i will not speak of him and brood over this matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/320/Leg%20Hair1.jpg'"&gt;&lt;img border="'0'" style="'border:1px" src="'http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/400/Leg%20Hair1.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(feels itchy all over)&lt;br /&gt;haha. so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109914251815687722?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109914251815687722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109914251815687722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109914251815687722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109914251815687722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-last-day_30.html' title='My last day'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109897854027867091</id><published>2004-10-28T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:49:00.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/320/kittens%20copy.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/400/kittens%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a glimpse of stray kittens my bro &amp; sis found. isn't it adorable? the honey-coated kitten is Cream and the one behind it is Oscar! love em to bits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109897854027867091?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109897854027867091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109897854027867091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109897854027867091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109897854027867091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-glimpse-of-stray-k_109897854027867091.html' title=''/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109880662551400695</id><published>2004-10-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:07:44.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken</title><content type='html'>i was bloghopping when i came upon nana's blog. i stumbled on the word &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' RESPECT'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what exactly is respect? &lt;em&gt;i wonder&lt;/em&gt;. everybody is talking about respect these days. it's always the case whereby, the greater generation has the right say, no matter right or wrong. in our adolescent years, we all do experience tiffs among siblings and even our own parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in my previous post, i did admit that i hated having heated arguments and never did i once liked the skirmish between my parents and i. although i know for sure the fact that i'll lose, but the one thing we have to question ourselves is what do we exactly learn from this frays? n o t h i n g but learn to disrespect. in conclusion, i recently learned about the incident regarding the school principal. when a friend of mine, tony told me about it, i was surprised and alarmed that even something that no one would expect Ms Ong to know or even come across. i see no fault in students exchanging snide spats among one another, because it is simply their point of view. albeit she is annoyingly disturbing in certain ways and sickeningly despised by many, we all do respect right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason behind all this is mainly because i know how it feels to be put down by others, because i've been through that path before (actually, not long ago). &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; after spending time and effort to create a satisfying 'feel' but to face a huge disappointment, it just makes me want to cry even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i feel sad for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all learn our mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;because we don't want to be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109880662551400695?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109880662551400695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109880662551400695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109880662551400695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109880662551400695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/mistaken.html' title='Mistaken'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109862957764795887</id><published>2004-10-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:52:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In control</title><content type='html'>"ren, could you get me my bag in my room.. and remember to put the keys in.. and my lipgloss.. oh and before i forget, call the air-con repair man.. thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i can't stand being at home anymore. just because i'm so free at home and my exams are over, everybody takes advantage of me. &lt;em&gt;'get this, get that. do this, do that'&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;, i don't take it to heart, but sometimes it just drives me nuts! well if you have encounter the same situation, you'll know what i mean. it's not as if i'm being groggy or anything, i love to help, but when the licking gets rough, i play rough. my sister is being a pain in a ass. i know it's her laptop, but it's not as if i'm going to steal it or give it away to the karong-guni man or something. is it so hard to just let her beloved sister use it for an hour or two? the ironic thing is, when i ask her politely, she answers me in a lout manner. &lt;em&gt;nutter&lt;/em&gt;. well yeah i know sometimes i get carried away when i use her laptop, but she don't have to be so catty about it. right? i'm so fucking mad right now. don't blame me for my tetchy behaviour, it's just the time of the month ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised, i am left with a week till i say my last goodbye to BP. it seems so fast... too fast. i can remember vividly the first day of school where i wore home clothes, and everybody kept staring at me, like i was from another planet or something. everyone kept asking me, " Why aren't you heading for malay lesson?" ha! even now, i still have people coming up to me in school or on the streets asking, " Hey, are you malay or indian?" it's so hilarious, i almost fell to the floor. but now i finally get it, you know why? because the reason behind all this is - my skin is as dark as a bark, and i am as hairy as an orang-utan. yup, now YOU get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been ages since i laid my hands on a volleyball. i miss volleyball. and i can so tell you that during my training days, i loathe volleyball. due to the tough training and yeah, you guessed it right, mr lee. who could blame him? but he really changed a lot hasn't he? he seem nicer and helpful now. &lt;strong&gt;really!&lt;/strong&gt; and i also realised that, i haven't really skive before. not that i'm being a goody goody... but come to think of it, with a form teacher like mr tan, no one would even dare to skive. let alone play a fib! aside from that, i really admire him. he can transform the most scornful &amp; slothful person into a decent person. it's wonderful isn't it? i can't believe i am going to say this but oh i will. I DON'T WANNA LEAVE... YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving high school and entering a totally different era means meeting new people. (moans) &lt;em&gt;but i don't want to meet new people now...&lt;/em&gt; (sobs) i can't imagine leaving my friends especially barmy ones. tiffy, yuzhen, shihan and everybody i know. even the most incredibly detestable people in school, i'll miss scoffin' about them and writing lewd stuff in my hate book. But to those who are finding true love in their new school to come... here are some facts you ought to know if you are looking for &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;stay real&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GETTING INTO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go for what you want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find your perfect match&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;expect the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love with your whole spirit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;because L.O.V.E is all about Heart, Body, Mind &amp;amp; Soul. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good luck for those taking the O Levels 2004. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109862957764795887?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109862957764795887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109862957764795887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109862957764795887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109862957764795887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-control.html' title='In control'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109810454860792065</id><published>2004-10-18T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:02:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>today was so fucking boring.&lt;br /&gt;today was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;today i was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;today i slept in the library.&lt;br /&gt;today i had foot cramp.&lt;br /&gt;today i was feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;today i was not being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i thought so much of &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i feel like talking to &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god, please save me from the todays and bring me to the tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109810454860792065?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109810454860792065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109810454860792065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109810454860792065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109810454860792065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109795532007102619</id><published>2004-10-17T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T03:41:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so perfect</title><content type='html'>ho laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i know this isn't exactly the prettiest blog but i will definitely make some changes. soooo, how ya people doin'? life isn't so perfect for me. way too much holidays already. i've been slogging at home, pretty much being a couch potato - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; glamourous. and i realised i haven't got much cash either. ever since i paid my frigging expensive phone bills! those daft starhub people are being mean to the environment. they wasted 3 &lt;strong&gt;reminder&lt;/strong&gt; papers within 3 weeks. and a bloody phone call whacked right at me just to pay up my cell bills. so tell me, like how annoying can they be? oh how i wish the festive seasons are here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"moooolahhhhhhhhhs, moolahhhhhhhhhhhs, moolahhhhhhhhhhhhhs... come to mommaaaaaaaaaaaaa"&lt;/em&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/7011927-109795532007102619?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109795532007102619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109795532007102619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109795532007102619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109795532007102619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-so-perfect.html' title='not so perfect'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109776765703910804</id><published>2004-10-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:27:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I SAW CASEY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw casey. yes i saw casey. i saw her. i really saw her.&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't make out who i was. darn! anyhoooo, after like 3.5 seconds later, she stretched out her arms and gave me a super extra squeezy squishy smoochy sloppy hug! i missed her so much! she used to be my good friend and oh, there was this babe beside her. i should have asked for her number. (ahh yes yes, my sexual orientation is to women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw casey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : &lt;strong&gt;wimbledon&lt;/strong&gt; is fucking good. catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109776765703910804?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109776765703910804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109776765703910804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109776765703910804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109776765703910804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/casey.html' title='Casey'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109758802093762604</id><published>2004-10-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T21:39:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imaginary thoughts</title><content type='html'>call me lucky. these days, i've been bumping onto celebs. you know sometimes when you watch them prancing around on tv, you would go like ' ummm... yeah yeah, what ever'. but when you actually see them up front, you would be surprise to see your eyes all bulged and practically gawking at the sight of them. it is a bit embarressing to say this, but melody chen is hot. she look absolutely fab in a white tube. her boobs looked fake but who cares. i've yet to encounter fiona xie's. -chuckles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met the whole crew from SIdol at cineleisure. gee, that sly boy is so adorable. i think i'm falling for him. i really think he was waving at me. really! (renny, right.) i saw those eyes, staring right at me. god, he's hot too. Oh and jeassea is a godess. she was so friendly, but damn i forgot to bring along my cam or i would have taken a picture of her bod. oooooooooooooooooooooooo, snazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta re-picture her ass in my horny thoughts now, so i can draw onto my picture book. =)&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109758802093762604?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109758802093762604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109758802093762604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109758802093762604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109758802093762604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/imaginary-thoughts.html' title='imaginary thoughts'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109723375866378388</id><published>2004-10-08T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T19:10:03.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoorah</title><content type='html'>hooooorahhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;1. major exam over &amp;amp; done with&lt;br /&gt;2. dnt moderation over!&lt;br /&gt;3. MORE S.L.E.E.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! hoorah hoorah. yeah although i fell ill during the exams, but i pulled through! it's time to party all night! three cheers. (yoo have no idea how renny feels right now) no more shitty feeling or whatsoever. fuck those illogical and uncouth bastards. cos now, i'm so fucking happy. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;to those tag-babies, thanks for your encouragement. you are my real pals. love yoooooooo. *SMOOCHES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level takers, i shall pass on my luck to yoo boys/girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;( oooh, i need a new costume for my baby blog) ... &lt;em&gt;soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109723375866378388?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109723375866378388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109723375866378388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109723375866378388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109723375866378388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/10/hoorah.html' title='hoorah'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109651022352889622</id><published>2004-09-30T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T10:10:23.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears</title><content type='html'>i hadn't been myself for the past few days. sorry tiffany for putting up with my childish tantrums. i realised i have been a fool lately. after all the efforts i sacrificed during the holidays, and not even a single morsel of gratitude and or a simple thank you was said to me.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday sucked. every body says ' hey renny! you're so cheerful and chirpy in the mornings, where did you get all the energy from?' the answer is ,  i'm just putting up a facade. a &lt;em&gt;lie&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the night before, i wept my way through the night. i just couldn't control my feelings, it was too hard.&lt;br /&gt;now i have better things to do. i'm aiming for good grades for my upcoming GCE exams. best of lucks to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGST. "&lt;em&gt;BASTARDS!!&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if it's in your heart, it shows in your spirit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109651022352889622?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109651022352889622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109651022352889622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109651022352889622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109651022352889622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/09/tears.html' title='tears'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109585223005040495</id><published>2004-09-22T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:58:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>phew. finally after all these fatiguing weeks, we had a decent ending when the last bell rang. thank god mr tan had mercy on us, and gave us a chance not see his frickin prickin painful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the BIG exam is nearing, and i'm still slacking. part of me tells me to study and mug hard so that i won't regret later on, while the other makes me lie on my bed and brood over lil things like how hard life can be. i really want to get good grades, in fact i want to EARN incredible grades, i know i can and will, but i simply don't have the energy to do so. sometimes i study because i'm forced to. yeaaaa i know i'm not suppose to feel this way but that's just the way it is.. by the time i change, it's too late. please someone be my mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, i played pool with a bunch of zestful pals over at my place. it was crap. but my partner was my life savior! but he made me feel stupid because he practically had all the balls ponged down single-handledly. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i did the brick art thingy. it was fun yet boring. i couldn't quite make out what i created though. hmmm - hands interlocked with a heart on top of it, and some shit hole. lol. well, it's meant for the future generation to fill in the knowledge into the book. i knoowww, it's super doper crappy, but it's art. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109585223005040495?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109585223005040495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109585223005040495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109585223005040495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109585223005040495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109523546967918114</id><published>2004-09-15T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:04:29.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;13 &lt;em&gt;reasons&lt;/em&gt; for not updating my blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fucking blog ate my previous post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suffer from constipation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my fingers ache from all the math problems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that's so raven is way better than blogging. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i prefer reading than writing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm in a trauma after the sight of hung. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;say&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;so dear fans, sorry for neglecting you. but as you can see, i have valid reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;feel free to leave me a message or text me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise i will be back after the end of my world tour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109523546967918114?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109523546967918114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109523546967918114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109523546967918114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109523546967918114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/09/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109412327417696787</id><published>2004-09-02T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:08:48.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanson</title><content type='html'>Since my friend bought me Hanson's new album &lt;em&gt;Underneath, &lt;/em&gt;i must say their album is pretty good. In fact i think they ROCK. So i was surfing the net about them, when &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In just over five years, Taylor Hanson has gone from MMMBop to MMMBoy. The middle child of the three musical Hanson brothers became the proud papa to Jordan Ezra Hanson on October 31, according to the band's manager. Hanson's wife, Natalie Anne Bryant, 18, gave birth to the 6 lb., 13 oz. baby at approximately 7:19 a.m. "We are so excited to start a family," 19-year-old Taylor said in a statement. "Having Ezra is the best thing we've ever done. Life and art are all about these moments."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-GASPS-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought that went through my mind, '&lt;em&gt;you gotta be kidding me'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor has always been in one of my top list for being the most gorgeous guy. Needless to say, still is. But married, with a child? Boy, that sure is quick. He is so talented and so young, but why waste his early part of adulthood so soon? And with all the support and love from fans, he sure do have many years to come. Don't you think? But seriously, i have totally nothing against their marriage and i really do hope it'll work out unlike britney's. That 55-hour thing was crap. Poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a look at this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You of course realize this means that once again, Hanson lied to their fans? When Tay and Nat got married, they insisted she wasn't pregnant. Do the math. They got married on June 8th. She had the baby October 31st. A full term pregnancy is 40 weeks. That puts day of conception around January 31st and puts her about 4 months pregnant at the time of the wedding. *sigh* The marriage is doomed. Once should not marry for a baby."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(extracted from &lt;em&gt;curlio.com&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds really rude. What snide comments! Taylor, you have my support! &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;HANSON bros &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109412327417696787?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109412327417696787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109412327417696787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109412327417696787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109412327417696787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/09/hanson.html' title='Hanson'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109379004917935500</id><published>2004-08-29T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:34:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress level is definitely up!</title><content type='html'>The perceiving sounds of &lt;em&gt;'tough'&lt;/em&gt; was audible even in the exam hall. The harsh rustling of exam papers and the quick movements of writing illustrate the anxiety. Frowned eyebrows and sweat forming on foreheads.. &lt;em&gt;ahh shucks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i was amongst them. i was totally clueless at some of the questions. at one point of time, i had even allowed myself to answer one of the questions in an illogical manner&lt;em&gt;. stupidity&lt;/em&gt;. i know i know. but i can't just leave it blank! maybe i should have drawn mrs-&lt;em&gt;ONG&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;PIGGY&lt;/strong&gt;-face on it, black humongous hairy icky warts infested onto her oh-so-pretty face, it would have been better. i digress! gee, now i can foresee the bloodly red inks on my report card. i cringe at the thought of it. i'm so roasted. ( chicken anybody?) oh yeah, we are lacking of chickens arent we? i was at Far East Plaza yesterday. i ordered chicken rice, like i always have. at first the auntie charged me $3.00 instead of the usual $2.50. i didn't have enough loose change on me, so i gave a pitiful face and she charged me $2.60 only. isn't she sweet? i know it's just nothing, but stillll.&lt;br /&gt;i'm home-bound today. i didn't even had the chance to sit in my mom's new car. my mom is so lucky my pop got her a new car. i plan to steal the car keys tonight and watch dvds, away from my evil sister who is drown in her musical notes on the piano, she growls at me when i switch on the telly. she's a monster... although not literally.&lt;br /&gt;i shall take a break from here. and watch other people cram hard for the preliminary exams while i relish the fact that mine is over! (hmmm, not really) oh well, REJOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109379004917935500?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109379004917935500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109379004917935500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109379004917935500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109379004917935500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/08/stress-level-is-definitely-up.html' title='stress level is definitely up!'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109249827390549615</id><published>2004-08-14T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:53:09.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it burn. </title><content type='html'>right. so it's been long since i last blogged. okay. i have a confession - i&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;got over him yet. its been pretty long since that day, i guess i still have the feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it, it irks me sometimes. i wish i could hold him, touch him, and feel him. i wish. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;i went jammin' today with friends. ( at least that kept me busy than to think of him ) it was hard at first, i couldn't get the notes right and i was stumbling over words.. then afterwards i got used to it. actually, it felt awkward. my voice was drowned by the drums and guitars. it isn't audible even when i'm shouting! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sighs -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a light in your eyes, that i used to see.&lt;br /&gt;there's a place in your heart, where i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;was i wrong to assume, that you were waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;there's a light in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;did u leave that light burning for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109249827390549615?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109249827390549615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109249827390549615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109249827390549615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109249827390549615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/08/let-it-burn.html' title='let it burn. '/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109152587933573341</id><published>2004-08-03T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T17:42:07.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd August 2003-2004.</title><content type='html'>i believe it all ended ytd. the love, passion, devotion and even trust.&lt;br /&gt;i've learned that love, does not conquer the whole entire universe. it may seem in the beginning, but as debating time flies by, it simply fades. the year 2003, has been the most exciting year of my adolescent life. the time where we all learn to appreciate our friends, our family and all our loved ones. He, was particularly the one that made my life seem easy but yet significant. He, was the missing rib that i've been looking for. the joys, the laughter and the bliss we both created, left a great impact on the both of us. we learned to share, to give and exchange the special bond we make, never fail to put a wide smile on my face. although my feelings had only abated slightly, this platonic love i give to you shall never die. i could never have cherished another as much as i've cherished you. till today, i thank god i found you. let us all pray for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is ineffable. Therefore, i choose not to say those three words. Because, good things come to an end. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109152587933573341?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109152587933573341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109152587933573341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109152587933573341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109152587933573341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/08/2nd-august-2003-2004.html' title='2nd August 2003-2004.'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109101339587498186</id><published>2004-07-28T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T01:26:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fight</title><content type='html'>the last math test, i felt sedated. but today, the math paper was definitely not easy. darn &lt;em&gt;tricky&lt;/em&gt;. i attempted all questions ( which are not totally correct) but i left one untouched. that&amp;nbsp;particular question is a hard&amp;nbsp;nut to crack! &amp;nbsp;darn. &lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;audi and shafiq got into a fight today. yes, they freaked me out. it was so &lt;strong&gt;unexpected&lt;/strong&gt;. who would thought, a Scrawny vs the&amp;nbsp;Muscles? and the blood.. thick and sweet.&amp;nbsp;trails of dappled blood on the floor.&amp;nbsp;i shudder to think. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;poor tiffy, irene and ms tham. sprinkled blood stains on their clothes. gees. i really do hope they'll be able to get rid of the stains. i heard it's tough. &lt;br /&gt;i'm quite infatuated by alfred's jawline. it's fcuking sexy. (i'm serious) i mean, it's soo.. sleek and &lt;em&gt;different. &lt;/em&gt;fine fine. i shall cut the cackle. but still. &lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nuts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"&gt;rapt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by words: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness &amp; Unhappiness. They are proactive choices.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109101339587498186?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109101339587498186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109101339587498186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109101339587498186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109101339587498186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/07/fight.html' title='fight'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-109042343388372382</id><published>2004-07-21T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T23:26:51.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. let me start off with my chinese oral. 2 words ; I SUCKED&lt;/FONT&amp;NBSP;SIZE&gt;.&amp;nbsp;yes, obviously i stammered my way through. the female examiner had her lips done - i bet! she just stares at me without a single morsel of emotion. she had this sorta queer smirk, plastered onto her moronic face. well, thank god&amp;nbsp;at least the male examiner had the knack to ease people, or i'll just frickin' drown myself&amp;nbsp;in tears. i&amp;nbsp;feel&amp;nbsp;devastated. &amp;nbsp;'nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;gee. sch is such a drag. it just goes on .. and on .. and on.. rotating in this monotonous life. till this time, i'm still&amp;nbsp;searching&amp;nbsp;for the sense of urgency, but as usual. it never comes.&amp;nbsp;yes,&amp;nbsp;like everyone's been saying, &lt;strong&gt;FOCUS&lt;/strong&gt; is&amp;nbsp;the main keyword this month. im tryinnnnn' guys. chill a sec! &lt;br /&gt;so yeaaah. i'm so friggin' flustered. project - ain't complete. TYS - nowhere done. chinese revision - errr. think ill just hide behind the pillar. SHUCKS. i hate this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;br /&gt;teenage woes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. &lt;br /&gt;ren.&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-109042343388372382?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/109042343388372382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=109042343388372382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109042343388372382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/109042343388372382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/07/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108996035646554996</id><published>2004-07-16T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T00:09:12.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird rantings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are the things that i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting old. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. never growing taller. any members of my family dying. letting everybody down. intestines of eyeballs. having my friends turn against me. never falling in love. ghosts. being grounded. becoming a fat lazy dumbass bozo, and the thought of having sexual intercourse.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;trust me. &lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;br /&gt;weird. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;ranting, &lt;br /&gt;ren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108996035646554996?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108996035646554996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108996035646554996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108996035646554996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108996035646554996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/07/weird-rantings.html' title='weird rantings.'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108963202969240745</id><published>2004-07-12T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T19:50:59.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pain</title><content type='html'>AHH! today was a horrible day. my fingers, destroyed by my newfound enemy ; &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; soldering iron. the carelessness took over my soul. on thursday, the right half of my breast was drenched with soup, that was accidently poured over me when i pinched han's ass. (her freaking arm went outta control). ysd, i fell off the chair by the beep of my cell when arv msged me. i burned my fingers while handling the soldering iron today and i yelpppppp in pain! sooo fugly OUCH! it's so sore. it's funny you know, how the pain wanes.. and then triggers bouts of pain every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;oh today, tiffy was on the way home from lot1. the crazy mad man came up to tiffy and asked her this absurd question ' ni de chee bye you mei you mao? ' i was utterly disgusted. like &lt;em&gt;ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/em&gt; what the fcuk!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/320/ouch..jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/200/ouch..jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friggin fugly soldering machine scalded my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/320/DSCN0465.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/200/DSCN0465.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken at cineleisure. isn't clear cos i'm simply too lazy to scan. digicam solves it all huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108963202969240745?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108963202969240745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108963202969240745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108963202969240745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108963202969240745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/07/pain.html' title='the pain'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108921662725316731</id><published>2004-07-07T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T00:10:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>desolated</title><content type='html'>orals. yes. i had my eng oral today. didn't think i did too well. i was &lt;strong&gt;soooooo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;big&gt;nervy&lt;/big&gt; that my hands were clutched tightly by the side of the chair. yikes. the emptiness and the tranquil surrounding made it so tough to converse. but i think i did relatively okay.&lt;br /&gt;these days i've been so busy that i don't know where to start. &lt;em&gt;should i continue with this or that? or should i take a nap and continue later so i'd feel more refresh.. &lt;/em&gt;all these questions twirling in my head. i don't know where to start. &lt;br /&gt;i feel so lonely, sometimes i dare not say.&lt;br /&gt;this forlorn feeling, will soon fade away. like a dart piercing through your soul, hurtful but mends, as time goes by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;ren &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108921662725316731?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108921662725316731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108921662725316731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108921662725316731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108921662725316731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/07/desolated.html' title='desolated'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108903481850181081</id><published>2004-07-05T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:42:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new lease</title><content type='html'>as you can see. i've changed the layout of my blog. was getting pretty sick and tired of that dark eerie woman by the side staring right up at me. haha. soo, i did a make-over. i purposely put up this oh-so-girly revamp. it's quite neat huh? &lt;br /&gt;oh, can you believe it. i missed the euro game today morning. i'm so pissed with myself. &lt;em&gt;urgh&lt;/em&gt; i took a short nap at ard 1249, and got my friends, tim and tho to call me to freakin wake me up. BUT IT DIDNT HAPPEN. and so i woke up at 543am. i switched on the tube, and it was playing england vs. croatia. &lt;strong&gt;AHHH&lt;/strong&gt;. now i know why ports lost. because i wasn't there to support them. HAHA. that's crap. but still.&lt;br /&gt;i finally finished my dnt project. labourious task. my back's aching (i did it on the floor, table is way too messy) anyway, my phone is working. rejoice! i thought my phone went bust. but it was the battery problem. it was on lowbatt. stupid of me. what a cow! &lt;br /&gt;update soon ya.&lt;br /&gt;ren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108903481850181081?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108903481850181081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108903481850181081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108903481850181081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108903481850181081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-lease.html' title='a new lease'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108895736632216189</id><published>2004-07-05T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T00:09:26.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/320/DSCN0324.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/200/DSCN0324.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my crazy, nutty, mad, wild, nuts, silly, wacky, looney, loopy, batty clique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108895736632216189?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108895736632216189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108895736632216189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108895736632216189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108895736632216189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-crazy-nutty-mad-wild-nuts-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108868757032869782</id><published>2004-07-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:24:02.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monotonous life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/320/David%20Nazareno%20Trezeguet.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/200/David%20Nazareno%20Trezeguet.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's my boyfriend. (i love you &lt;em&gt;honey&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GCE's&lt;/strong&gt; are coming. let's work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning, i found my phone on the floor. i tried switching it on, but it kept blinking. then it went bust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece of cow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108868757032869782?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108868757032869782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108868757032869782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108868757032869782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108868757032869782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/07/monotonous-life.html' title='monotonous life'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108809988432063441</id><published>2004-06-25T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T17:34:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my special day</title><content type='html'>i'm finally hit the big sixteen. NC-16 movies, bring it on baby! hahaha. the girls had a treat from generous me at kenny roger's for dinner. tantalising chicken.. the yummylicious side dishes. &lt;em&gt;ahhh&lt;/em&gt;. it was way too much for us but worth it. then dumb-ass jas and jeah told me they were heading to the ladies but they fibbed and instead they bought me a birthday cake! i was shocked but at the same time touched. (thanks guys) so then after dinner we wanted a place with a feel of tranquilty to celebrate my birthday, so we could have the whole place to ourselves. we had girly babbles, fun cat-walks. wicked! and so yeh, we destroyed the place with tiffy's gag (she drank too much), candles scattered everywhere. but we cleaned up the bottles and the left-overs. how thoughtful, hahaha. jeah got drunk too. she started nattering and ranting nonsensical talks. we had quite a laugh when she toppled over and started her contagious laughs. then came impish boys getting cheeky on us, which grates our nerves. but it was all good fun. we had nasty shots tooo. marilyn monroe was on too! damn. her breasts are huge. jeah says i've been deprived. i should get implants. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, all the LOVEEEEEEEEE is much appreciated. i LOVEEEEEEEEEEE you guys to bits! thanks for the present and the other people who sent me SO MANY messages and e-cards. i love it! rock on guys!   &lt;br /&gt;woooohooooooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/320/DSCN0317.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/320/DSCN0317.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the tasty mango cake my girlfriends bought for me. the other 6 candles went missing. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: far-neh-neh, i want my durian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108809988432063441?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108809988432063441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108809988432063441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108809988432063441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108809988432063441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-special-day.html' title='my special day'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108765688177212517</id><published>2004-06-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T01:48:45.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad year. </title><content type='html'>i'm in &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;deep shit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me?! i fcuking lost the report. how is that possible? it was on the table! then apparently something happened, then it just went poof. gone. everything is starting to go wrong. i called the lay-dee about the IC, and she said it hasn't been found yet. why can't some honest people return it or something. like as if they can whip out some cash outta my atm card. c'mon, gimme a break. JUST GIVE IT BACK TO ME! call me a &lt;sup&gt;wimp&lt;/sup&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't told my parents about it. like &lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt; am i suppose to do that?! they'll skin my fcuking ass. sheesh. i feel like &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt; right now. everything seems so &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;. like we ain't talking as much like we used to. it might be because of the EURO. but that's not the point. i mean, a msg would kill? i've cried buckets, and i realised it doesn't solve the problem. but it makes me feel better. damn i &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;miss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the old you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the &lt;font size=5&gt;worst&lt;/font&gt; year, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108765688177212517?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108765688177212517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108765688177212517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108765688177212517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108765688177212517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/06/bad-year.html' title='Bad year. '/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108721291592984571</id><published>2004-06-14T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T20:01:03.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten Me</title><content type='html'>I feel like a rotten eggplant. let alone by the pungent scent from tiffy's mouth ; Herb Eggs. oh, shut up! my head is reeling with uncertain thoughts. did i misplace it in the workshop or by the counter? my precious gems are all gone. like a magic trick, vanished into thin air. my dear cards. where have you beeeeennn? thrown into the rubbish chute? or swept away by the wind? or were you being abducted? please come back to me. i promise i will treat you with utmost care and never leave you in desolate tract. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greeted by your calmness and charm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart fluttered like a graceful &lt;sup&gt;&lt;em&gt;butterfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowled over from your convivial accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your sycophancy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i've fallen for Mr Police Man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108721291592984571?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108721291592984571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108721291592984571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108721291592984571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108721291592984571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/06/rotten-me.html' title='Rotten Me'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108687735673187776</id><published>2004-06-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T22:27:51.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me and you</title><content type='html'>From the day we &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;first&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; met,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Smitten&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by your charm and virtues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nervous system &lt;font size=5&gt;sizzles&lt;/font&gt; like grease on a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;griddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roxified.blogspot.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://minkle.phenominet.com/emo/images/signs/31.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108687735673187776?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108687735673187776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108687735673187776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108687735673187776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108687735673187776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-me-and-you.html' title='It&apos;s me and you'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108669675396066817</id><published>2004-06-08T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T01:21:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in Magic World</title><content type='html'>I am an avid fan of Harry's. And i have to admit. of all the Potter movies, the Prisoner of Askaban is merely average. it's more of Conversing Vs Magic. BUT i was ecstatically emerged to Malfoy's charm - the way his blinding blond hair falls onto his face. a striking resemblance of young carter in his childhood years. As for Harry, &lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jealousy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt; is the word. His hand were always clutched onto Hermoine's, but i'm still very much in love with him. No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/krista.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Name Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www21.brinkster.com/laurenn/" target="new"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108669675396066817?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108669675396066817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108669675396066817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108669675396066817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108669675396066817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/06/alone-in-magic-world.html' title='Alone in Magic World'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108661468349802542</id><published>2004-06-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T00:56:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day</title><content type='html'>yes yes. EOA practical was boring, but i feel a sense of relief after compiling the whole chunk of paper together. *&lt;sup&gt;beams&lt;/sup&gt; today tiffy was at my place. she&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;borrowed my swimmers, but apparently it was tooo small for her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( duhhh ..) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and so she keep whining that her &lt;strike&gt;tits&lt;/strike&gt; are showing. mannnn.. the agony. then we had a swim, that's when tiffy lost her earring - and we went searching the pool. obviously, we couldn't find anything. haha poor her. so afterwards, the scorching rays were out.. and we had a little tan, played Uno and just chill out. thank god we weren't thronged in the pool. albeit it was soooo friggin' hot! then there was this genial-looking couple who kept looking and waving their hands at us. &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;. So then tiffy suggested we go for the steam bath - i almost died. the friggin' steam was so friggin' steamy that it almost suffocated me. &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; we still had fun. haha. then we came back to my place to grab a bite. and yes - i just woke up. &lt;em&gt;yawn&lt;/em&gt;.. going to the esplanade to have dinner soon. so ciao for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;*tired&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;sup&gt;ren&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108661468349802542?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108661468349802542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108661468349802542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108661468349802542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108661468349802542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/06/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful day'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108640415705267102</id><published>2004-06-05T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:46:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's me on a quick wild snapshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/640/Picturfied.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/167/1070/320/Picturfied.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's me on a wild quick snapshot. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108640415705267102?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108640415705267102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108640415705267102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108640415705267102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108640415705267102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-me-on-quick-wild-snapshot.html' title='it&apos;s me on a quick wild snapshot'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108626451564934414</id><published>2004-06-03T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T20:22:29.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;Running Eyes of The Day&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Along Came Polly - jennifer is &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;sup&gt;hot&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 50 First Dates - i think i'm beginning to fall in love with Mr. Sandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. EuroTrip - &lt;em&gt;snazzy&lt;/em&gt;. more like a striptease extravaganza&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to catch Harry Potter &amp; the Prisoner of Azkaban!&lt;br /&gt;( Shit you tiff! fancy you watching it first without me )&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;cries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108626451564934414?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108626451564934414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108626451564934414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108626451564934414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108626451564934414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108593654509088143</id><published>2004-05-31T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T02:48:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cold night.</title><content type='html'>My momma, lil bro and tiffy tag along with me to see what was happening over at warren. and the bazaar was soooo boring. we scoot around to check out the selling items. and damn some of the items were quite pricey. they even sell peculiar stuff such as slimming products over at kiddy bazaars?!! isn't that weird? but it was quite kewl because we had popcorns &amp; cotton candy, absolutely free! sooo yum! then we went to the bowling alley to catch the pros. yikesss, i feel so inferior. we felt so bored, then tiffy had the urge to play DDR ( can u imagine? that's like the worst machine ever! ) she practically dragged me along with her, and she knows i sucked at it. HA! i got an E! poor feet of mine. then i joined the little kids in the playroom. trying so hard to blend in with the crowd, waiting impatiently in line to get my hair coloured. i should have taken a shot then maybe you can catch a glimpse of an old laydee. a resemblance of my mother - sun-streaked orange hair. yes. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE MISTAKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; but anyways, it was rather amusing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fun. &lt;br /&gt;Head down to the airport to fetch my dad. we had dinner at east coast park. then we took a stroll down to east coast jetty, where a lot of old men hang out to fish. i relished the cool crisp air brushing against my skin as i sat on the bench, thinking. &lt;em&gt;"where is he?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it was late at night. i reached home, with a burning question waiting to be extinguished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108593654509088143?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108593654509088143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108593654509088143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108593654509088143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108593654509088143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/05/cold-night.html' title='A cold night.'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108575642140055470</id><published>2004-05-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T23:03:45.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day. </title><content type='html'>Magic tricks. Is it malicious, paranormal? or just plain magical? my friend played several magic tricks today. involving sponge balls and cards. and yes, goose bumps did cracked the surface of my skin and had a desperate urge to run pelting down on me. i have to admit, his analysis grates on my nerves. i just cannot understand the language of the supernatural but yet i'm amazed. &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; huh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;Wee hoo.&lt;/sup&gt; Finally, the long awaiting holidays are here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to party. nooo wait .. what i meant was, it's time for the study camp. &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yuck&lt;/em&gt;! so i guess the agony still lingers, even under the safe hands of freedom. the &lt;em&gt;irony&lt;/em&gt;. What i seriously have to do now is : pop a &lt;strong&gt;chill pill&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm already fretting for the exams coming this oct. the fear and the excitement of entering into a whole new environment scares the wits outta me. i'm so anxious that i'll wee any moment, even &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. i wonder how i would approach this new era. endless questions penetrating my mind uncontrollaby.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108575642140055470?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108575642140055470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108575642140055470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108575642140055470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108575642140055470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/05/day.html' title='A day. '/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108549196616289471</id><published>2004-05-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:40:52.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like SO wow.</title><content type='html'>school was dreadful. i found myself drifting away during science lesson. his monotonous voice sends me to dream land without fail. &lt;br /&gt;after school, tiffy came over to my place to start on mr sin's farewell card. we took ages to complete. it's not all &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; perfect, but it's still something. hope he'll appreciate it. i'm gonna miss him although he can be quite an &lt;s&gt;ass&lt;/s&gt; sometimes. but i still like him. hahaha. it's the black eyed peas concert today! Omg, they are gonna rock the house down for sure! uh huhhh. damnn, i've got no tix. it's tooo expensive. haven't got much cash this month. i spent most of it on my hair - the haircut with ms tham at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toni &amp; Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. DAYLIGHT ROBBERY. &lt;br /&gt;listen to this, &lt;br /&gt;arv topped the level!!! So proud of him. ;) goood boyy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;today i wanted to try the small boogie rides for kids. you know the little motor car thing? i went up to the man and i asked him how much was it. he gave me a sarcastic face and said '3 bucks for ten minutes' can u &lt;em&gt;imagine&lt;/em&gt;? it's so expensive right? gee. i wuldn't wanna bring my child on those rides. i'll just bring them to the playground. haha. &lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; crappy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108549196616289471?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108549196616289471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108549196616289471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108549196616289471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108549196616289471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/05/like-so-wow.html' title='Like SO wow.'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108540302220823202</id><published>2004-05-24T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:54:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute</title><content type='html'>Our Condolence to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pikachu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lili was fooling around with her &lt;em&gt;pikachu&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Hoodlums captured it and drew red blood stains all over it. lili started crying at one corner. begging and pleading for all to stop - but to no avail. she called them sadistic and vile. but they never stopped. they hanged &lt;em&gt;pikachu&lt;/em&gt; over the railing, blood oozing from it's wound. when suddenly, a gust of wind sent &lt;em&gt;pikachu&lt;/em&gt; falling &lt;em&gt;down&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;down, down &lt;/em&gt;onto Hiak's Soon head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#$%^&amp;$#@%$%(*)*##@&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you very daring uhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proper funeral was carried out days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108540302220823202?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108540302220823202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108540302220823202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108540302220823202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108540302220823202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/05/tribute.html' title='A tribute'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108523331675524970</id><published>2004-05-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T21:52:40.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for all my wrongdoings and the sins that i made over the years. &lt;br /&gt;I did a good deed today by helping the less fortunate and the needy.&lt;br /&gt;Please repent my sins and bless me with love and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108523331675524970?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108523331675524970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108523331675524970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108523331675524970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108523331675524970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/05/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108513478701535799</id><published>2004-05-21T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T18:39:16.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formidable lotus</title><content type='html'>i feel like eating pink froth cotton candy! yum! haha.&lt;br /&gt;today was a fatiguing day. while the others were having the career fair, we were stuck in the d n t workshop working on your projects. man, it was a laborious task! sweating profusly in our uniforms, the sense of urgency is piling up rapidly. &lt;em&gt;urgh&lt;/em&gt;!   &lt;br /&gt;the english oral today was a breeze. the examiner had a placid voice, it was almost too easy to converse with her. lucky me i didn't stammer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. slept at 2 yesterday. i watched another episode of the OC - Marissa parents were getting a divorce and her boyfriend she recently slept with, was cheating on her. her life was in crumbles. her only hope are her friends. it's pretty cliched but the agony she lives in reflects how lucky we are to still have our parents devotedly together and close friends by our sides. &lt;br /&gt;Love you "&lt;strong&gt;lotus&lt;/strong&gt;" bimbos.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108513478701535799?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108513478701535799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108513478701535799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108513478701535799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108513478701535799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/05/formidable-lotus.html' title='formidable lotus'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108505308773557258</id><published>2004-05-20T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:03:45.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chaperoning me</title><content type='html'>i just got back from school. dressed in my pajamis, freshly scent perfume embed on me. i feel spanking new and alert. today i watched the cheering competition, the similar events that took place a year ago. the reminiscences came flushing onto me - how time &lt;em&gt;flies&lt;/em&gt;. Meiling was swooning over one of the judges - yes i shan't say or i'll have my ass chiselled. she was smiling gleefully to herself - &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; world. haha. afterwards tiffy and i played volley &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. man the spiking felt good. it was something i hadn't felt in a while. it felt so comfortable and soothing. especially ever since the pass few days, when i felt so lonely and so jaded. i wish i could confess every single occurrence, even the most intimate secrets and passionate hopes and dreams... &lt;em&gt;how i wish&lt;/em&gt;. and that when you talk to someone without being terrified to affront people, even in friendships or relationships.&lt;br /&gt;on the way back home, tiffy bought me an ice-cream. the chilling impact reminded me of my time at warren where we played bowling during the holidays. that place was &lt;strong&gt;icy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. brrr.. so we decided to head down there to hit some pinballs this weekend after the rubbish collecting thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you could be there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108505308773557258?l=roxified.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/feeds/108505308773557258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7011927&amp;postID=108505308773557258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108505308773557258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7011927/posts/default/108505308773557258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxified.blogspot.com/2004/05/chaperoning-me.html' title='chaperoning me'/><author><name>farmhouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12066055695077245047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011927.post-108497334065925718</id><published>2004-05-19T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:29:00.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith, hope and heart.</title><content type='html'>I had a great time in school. The stress is gone. and i love that. it's so tough to be working hard in school without the stress level down! finally. Volleyball is the key to reducing stress. Played volley with tiffy, wei quan, wee wee and others. So much fun. it's been ages since i had this much fun. &lt;br /&gt;Today was mr jamil's birthday. All of us wished him. He is such a beautiful person. I love him, he's like a father to me. Always pushing us with our projects with such enthusiasm, and that drives us to do our projects better. WE &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once told only in dreams&lt;br /&gt;Do dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm to tell, here and now,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Like "The Rose",&lt;br /&gt;we may pass through life&lt;br /&gt;"Not Understood".&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we won't&lt;br /&gt;make all the friends we should.&lt;br /&gt;But always treasure what you have&lt;br /&gt;and in the mirror what you see,&lt;br /&gt;Then strive to get all you can&lt;br /&gt;and be all that you may be.&lt;br /&gt;On the rocky roads of life,&lt;br /&gt;you must be strong to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;But, I tell you from my soul to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Heart&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7011927-108497334065925718?l=roxified.blogspot.com' 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